A/N: So this was written for the NC: Weekly Tumblr Challenge! The prompt was "Your OTP gets trapped in a storm".
It had been around noon when the snow had begun to fall, and it still showed no signs of letting up despite it being rather late in the evening. Norway frowned as he looked out the living room window, realizing that there was no way he would be able to drive while the blizzard raged on. The other Nordics had already gone home once the more important matters of their meeting had been settled. Sweden and Finland had gone home to watch Sealand, and Iceland had urgent business to attend back home, therefore having to leave as well. The only person left was the host of the meeting, Denmark, and himself. He cursed himself for not having gone home earlier, but the new terms to the trade agreement between Denmark and Norway were imperative, therefore causing him to have to stay longer than the others to finish discussing them.
"Want some coffee Norge?!" shouted Denmark from the kitchen.
"Obviously," replied Norway.
A few moments later, Denmark came over to the living room with two cups of hot coffee.
"Wow! It's really coming down, huh?" remarked Denmark, walking over and observing the snow outside the window.
Norway nodded before taking a sip of his coffee, exhaling sharply and closing his eyes.
"I wish we didn't take so long to talk!" said Denmark. "We could've had an epic snowball fight with the others!"
"We both know how all our snowball fights go," replied Norway. "Everyone would team up against you, and then we would turn on each other. I would get Sweden out and then Finland would snipe down Iceland. Then the two of us would be stuck out there in a stalemate until you would whine that it's too cold and we would all head inside for hot chocolate."
"It's still fun though!" exclaimed Denmark.
Norway let a small smile loose at Denmark's unfailing optimism before finishing the last of his coffee. He gently set it down on the windowsill and turned to Denmark who took one last sip of his coffee, taking both cups and walking back to the kitchen, with Norway following.
"I'm guessing your staying the night then?" asked Denmark as he put both cups in the dishwasher.
"Do you honestly think I have a choice?" retorted Norway, gesturing towards the amount of snow falling outside.
"Let's have a movie night!" exclaimed Denmark excitedly.
"You're just going to make us watch the Little Mermaid for the fiftieth time," replied Norway.
"Aww, c'mon Norge! It's a great movie!" said Denmark.
Norway shook his head irritably, "No way."
"Pllleeaaaaassseeeee?" said Denmark, sticking out his lower lip and looking at Norway with large, pleading eyes. Norway gazed at Denmark evenly for a good thirty seconds before he looked away and huffed out, "Fine...we can watch the stupid movie."
"Yay!" cheered Denmark, rushing over to the television set to put in the movie.
Norway rolled his eyes and searched through the cabinets before pulling out a bag of popcorn and placing it in the microwave. While Denmark continued to set up the movie, Norway took out a bowl and and butter from the fridge. Once the popcorn finished, Norway placed it into the bowl and threw away the package before placing the butter in a bowl and proceeding to microwave it.
"Umm...Nor?" asked Denmark.
"Yes?" said Norway, raising an eyebrow.
"The popcorn already has butter on it," replied Denmark.
"Your point?" questioned Norway, looking at Denmark like he had grown a second head.
"Nevermind," said Denmark, turning his attention to the opening sequence of the movie.
Norway added the bowl of butter to the popcorn before walking over and plopping himself down on the couch next to Denmark. The two nations fell into a comfortable silence as the movie began, the only noises being the occasional rustle as they ate the bowl of extra buttery popcorn. They had just gotten to the part where Ariel saved Prince Eric when Denmark spoke up.
"Are you cold?" asked Denmark.
Norway shrugged, he was wearing a thin sweater, but he didn't feel particularly cold. Denmark apparently took that as a yes, because he left the room for a few moments, returning with a blanket. The idiot was probably cold and just didn't want to admit it. He draped it over Norway and himself, scooching closer to Norway so that they both fit under the blanket comfortably.
About three quarters through the movie, they had run out of popcorn and both were tired enough that they hadn't noticed they were leaning on each other. It was also during this time, that the power went out. They were both plunged into sudden darkness, shocking them both awake and as they realized how close they were. Denmark immediately sprang away blushing, causing him to trip over the back of the couch.
"Ouch…" muttered Denmark, getting up while rubbing his head.
"Can you see anything?" asked Norway, getting up from the couch slowly.
"I can't even see my own hands!" said Denmark, waving his hands wildly in front of him.
"The blizzard must've knocked out a power line or something," said Norway. "Do you have a flashlight or candles somewhere?"
"Yeah, I have a few in the bathroom I think. One sec!" said Denmark.
Norway waited as he heard Denmark cross the room, hearing an assortment of Danish curses and the sound of various pieces of furniture being bumped into. A few minutes later Denmark emerged with two lit candles and handed one of them to Norway.
"Thanks," said Norway, taking the candle. "I guess we should head to bed now."
"I guess so…" said Denmark, looking at Norway with an expression that could only be described as a kicked puppy.
"What's wrong now?" asked Noway exasperatedly.
"Well…" said Denmark hesitantly.
"Spit it out, I don't have all night," deadpanned Norway.
"I'm really cold and the heat is off now that the power's out and I don't want to be alone tonight so would you maybe sleep with me in my bed tonight?" asked Denmark with a sheepish expression.
Norway looked at Denmark with the most bewildered expression the Dane had ever seen spread across his face, before turning towards the guest room and ignoring Denmark.
"Please Norge! I'll make you butter cookies!" begged Denmark.
Norway paused mid stride...anything Denmark baked was delicious, but his butter cookies in particular...well let's just say Norway loved them more than he would care to admit.
"...Fine," said Norway, making his way upstairs to Denmark's bedroom.
"Really?!" gasped Denmark.
"Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind," replied Norway sharply.
Denmark took quick, but cautious steps and bounded upstairs after Norway, the candle illuminating the large grin adorning his face. Norway waited for Denmark to get to his bedroom door before opening it and blowing out his candle. He set the candle on Denmark's nightstand before watching Denmark as he repeated Norway's actions and flopped down onto the bed. He patted the spot next to him, looking expectantly at Norway who was barely visible through the darkness. Norway sighed, reminding himself that he would be getting butter cookies for this as he got into bed and pulled the covers over himself. Denmark smiled and pulled Norway close to him, despite the Norwegian's protests.
"Let me go!" grumbled Norway, attempting to twist away.
"But Noooooor! We can share body heat better this way," said Denmark, wrapping an arm around Norway's waist.
Norway rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be pulled closer to Denmark's chest.
"How are you cold?" asked Norway. "You're basically a living heater."
"Well now you're warm!" said Denmark. "Your skin is always so cold anyways."
Norway paused. Had Denmark asked Norway to stay in his room because he had thought Norway would be cold? Denmark was trying to be thoughtful for once...Norway felt his face heat up and he punched Denmark in the shoulder, blushing bright red.
"What was that for?" whined Denmark, rubbing his shoulder with a pout.
Norway didn't answer, instead turning so that he was facing Denmark and proceeded to bury his face in the crook of Denmark's neck. Denmark stiffened in surprise, but quickly adjusted his hold so that both arms were wrapped around Norway's torso.
"Comfortable?" teased Denmark.
"Mm…" replied Norway, drowsiness settling in.
"Alright then," said Denmark, closing his eyes and laying his chin on top of Norway's head.
Around ten minutes later, Denmark's breathing evened out, and Norway took the opportunity to observe the sleeping Dane. Denmark's facial features were a lot more tame when they weren't stretched into an outrageously large grin. Even his hair seemed to be more calm, drooping a bit from it's normal gravity defying style. He actually looked quite...cute.
Norway let a small smile slip onto his features, wriggling his right arm free to gently run his fingers through Denmark's silky strands. A pleased hum made itself known in the back of Denmark's throat as he unconsciously leaned closer to Norway's hand.
"You act exactly like an overgrown puppy," whispered Norway, looking at Denmark with barely concealed affection.
He let out a breathy sigh, before he settled back into Denmark's arm and rested his head against his chest.
"Good night idiot," said Norway softly, closing his eyes and drifting off.
He could've sworn he heard, "Good night Norge," right before he fell asleep, and the tiniest brush against his forehead, but any questioning on it the next day would be fruitless and leave him to assume it was just his imagination.
A/N: I might turn this into a multi-chapter story with random one shots based on the Tumblr prompts, but tell me what you think! :)