The sky was dark and miserable that day, with a thick layer of blackish clouds guarding the sun from human eyes. Mathias felt just as trapped.
How could he not?
Last night, the men had broken into their house without warning. Emil had huddled against him, clutching the Dane like he never had before. Something in the kitchen was smashed. Emil cried out, and buried his face in Mathias' chest, shivering with fear. Lukas, however, had sat next to them, as silent as ever. His lover's face betrayed no emotions or worry.
Then the men found them. One of them shouted loudly, and another tore Emil away from Mathias' grasp. The third one grabbed Lukas.
He had recalled shouting and cursing in blind anger, hands curled into fists and ready to fight for their lives. There had been more shouting, and the sound of a gunshot. After that, Mathias had withdrawn into a corner.
They threw Emil's limp body into a sack, and bound Lukas, who showed no signs of resistance. For the first time in his life, Mathias was utterly helpless and terrified. He couldn't move or even beg them to spare Lukas.
Take me instead, he recalled thinking, yet he didn't have the courage to say so. The Dane had been frozen with terror.
I was weak. And now they're both gone. Mathias looked out the window, staring lifelessly at the raindrops that had begun to fall. The rammed themselves against the glass window, their lives and purposes short and insignificant.
"Lukas, Lukas, guess what?"
"What is it?" The Norwegian man sighed softly, and Mathias pretended not to notice.
"I...got something for you, y'know, for your birthday..." Suddenly, he began to feel nervous. What if Lukas didn't like it? "It's not much, but, I tried to find something, but I wasn't sure what you-" His lover suddenly interrupted him with a fierce, passionate kiss. For a moment, they stood like that, entwined in each other's arms, savouring the moment that would soon come to an end. Lukas quickly pulled away with a blush present on his pale face.
"Just shut up and get on with it." he muttered, giving Mathias a playful push. The Dane grinned.
"It was supposed to be pretty, like you." He fished a small container out of his baggy pants and handed it to Lukas. The shorter man eyed it warily, but accepted the box. Mathias watched as he opened it, and grinned when Lukas' navy-blue eyes widened in surprise.
"You got me this? Wasn't it expensive?"
"Well, you said you liked it." he retorted, grinning. Lukas scowled, but he was still blushing fiercely as he did so, making his anger void.
"That doesn't mean you should go wasting money on it." Yet he raised the hair clip to his head, and brushed back a few blonde locks, clipping on the barrette. He looked up at Mathias.
"I think it looks good on you, honestly. Even if it does make you look like a girl." He got a punch for that.
Mathias opened his clenched fist, revealing the snapped remains of the hair clip. It was broken, just like him.
"I'm gonna get you back, Lukas..." He stuffed the bitter keepsake into his pocket and looked back out the window with a distant light in his eyes. He missed Lukas; even though the Norwegian had constantly teased, taunted, slapped, and ignored him, he still knew that Lukas shared his feelings. Every time they had a fight, he would always be the first to apologise, knowing that Mathias would be too stubborn to do so.
If he knew this was going to happen, he would've been kinder. Maybe Mathias was arrogant. Maybe he had acted stupidly at times. It was a miracle that Lukas had never left him, after all those years...
"I'm gonna get you back," he repeated. I'll do anything for that to happen." Those soft words were followed by empty sighs, and nothing more.
I needed a break from working on a multichapter fic...I guess this is the result.
-mimi
