Mathias sat tall next to his king valdmar 9th. He shifted to the side in the large stone chair,as the king spoke of the betrothedment of the young princess Margaret.
"Shes six for fucks sake " the dane mutered under his breth out ragged at his boss.
"So its setled we will go to the Norwegians with Margaret's hand in marriage." Valdmar spoke.
"She six and you want to send her off to some 18 year old mixed blooded Prince!" Denmark lashed out slaming his hand s on the table spilling some meide.
" calm your self boy. This will unite are kingdoms for the time being. Besides when have you cared for my child, your just angery because your going to be tied to another nation in marriage as well. I'm sure he won't mind your painted whores."
"He! You expect me to wed a man! Are you mad." Mathias jumped from his set. Sending the table to the other side of the room, the king didnt move an inch. " We need the land. Also I believe you to may have meet before. tho knowing you, you probably don't much booze and whores can whip a mans mind clean." The kings aid spoke not taking his eyes of the dane. Mathias was about to give a come back to the wirery man the king spoke. " it is final. Haakon of Norway and his father will arive in a few days. Along with your bride to be Mathias, its all for the best." The king spoke geting up from his trone with a smirk.
Mathias staired do at his feet as the iron door fell to a close leaveing him the only man left in the large troneroom. His broad sholders fell to as he ran his large hand through his wild blonde hair. Without warning his fist hit the skilfully crafted stone work of the wall, leaving a bloody and chipped chunk in the once beautiful pease. Denmarks blue eyes drifted to his now broken and bloody hand with a sigh. Leaving the room to find a servant to rap his hand. Not wanting think about incoming He had heard stories of Norway from the servants and travels. Hes heard that he is a short nation only physicaly 15, still a child comparpd to himself at the physical age of 18. Norway being a strange country sarounder by myths and legions. It is also said that he has a baby brother he doesn't let anyone near.
Mathias cringed at the idea of be with some one so strange. Avoiding eye content with the people he walked past and ignoring the comments at his swollen and trobing hand.
Walking in to the kitchen his favorite maid Meredith's dull green eye's met his frustrated blue ones. Her eyes drifted down to Mathias broken hand being held by his non- dominant motioned for him to step closer so she could examine the wound.
"I see you aren't happy with the lords choose." She sighed as we got old rages.
"Ja"
"Was this because of Margaret marriage or your own?" Meredith asked knowing the Anwer.
"Mine.."Mathias sighed knowing how stupid and selfish he had been.
"I see. The king has ordered me to prepar your finest armor for they're arrival."
"Why."
" he wants to impress them. To show off the former Viking;the king of the north." She smiled at her words as she began to cast his hand.
"And how is he going to trying to impress the king? His son? Or maybe his wife~." Denmark smiled.
"I believe it's to impress the young Norway." She spoke wall tightening the bandages around his hand. Mathias frowned at the thought. " he may like men, were not sure. But I either the way we want you to look your best , for the princess."
" when are they going to be here?"
"Tomorrow evening."
" *lort "
Denmark stude at the head of the royal court alongside the king and queen. Young daughter send betrothed man 12 years older than her stude dressed in her best. Meredith put the final touches on polishing Denmarks armor. " calm yourself sir. It'll be fine, I have heard he can be quite nice." Meredith reassured the Dane as he fixed his uncooperative hair.
" I've heard he is a pompous ass." Mathias mustard to the maid. With a quick hit in the arm the hevy set women was off as the iron doors of the trone room opened. The king leaned over to Mathias."Be nice to him, and wall we talk take him around the estate." Denmark huffed.
The royal family of Norway walked elegantly down the cort. Denmark scand the family till his eyes layed on a pale it was Norway he looked him over. He wear a long dark blue dress like long sleeved tonic. A long gold chaind locket hung to the cenrt of his slim chest. In his arms he held a small child with hair white as snow. Looking over his slime female like body he moved up to a emotionless face . Norway's features we're soft and light. light blonde bangs hungover half his face the other side being held up buy a Nordic cross clip. Doll blue eyes meet Mathias Electric blue ones. The absence of emotion on Norway's face made Mathias haert stop. It might have been the dress or the feminine features on the young country, that caused the dane to feel a slit attention to the boy. Mathias had been known by his people and the surrounding kingdoms to be it a infamous womanizer.
Stepping down the steps to the two Mathias put on his most charming smile." Its a honor to finally me-"
"We've meet before"Norway interrupted.
"Wha?"
"When we were children."
"I don't remember that..."Denmark muttered.
"Of curse you don't."
Mathias was about to speek when he noticed a pair of violet eyes staring at him. "Whos this little guy?" Denmark asked stepping closer to Norway and the quickly steped back holding tbe child productively."I just want to know his name im not going to hurt him." Denmark explained looking at the child that was nuzzling his head in to Norways neck for safety.
"Iceland...hes my brother"Norway said holding Iceland tighter.
"Well theres a nice garden out side I think he'd like to play in..."at that Icelands head popped out of hiding."fine."
Norway sat next to the dane watch ing his brother little feet making a small pitter patter as he ran on the wet giggles filled the air in the peaceful moment.
"Hes really cute." Denmark spoke ruining the silence.
"Ja."
"How long have you had him?"
"A while"
the small child started coughing. Norway quickly stood and rush to his aid. picking him up Norway walked to the other side of the garden leaving Denmark alone.'the hell! Just say nothing and leave.'
"Is he okay"Denmark asked walking to Norway and the child curled up in his lap holding on the the Norwegians dress.
"Hes been sick..."Norway spoke."hes still recovering from a long winter. Most of is farms died out and people are still gaining back their straight." Mathias stood plasing a hand on Norway's sholder.'thats the most I've ever heard him spock...his voice is so smooth and relaxing.'
"I-i know a maid she's really good at medicine she can help him."Mathias said as he walked a way carrying Iceland.
"Give him back"the Nor
wegian said taking his brother out of Mathias hands."he's my brother I can care for him!" Norway walked back in to home snuggling closer to his brother to warm him. 'Why won't you let me help you?' Denmark asked himself with a frown as he watched Norway walk away.
Lukas held his brother close to his chest. Staring out the old Windows of the guest bedroom. 'I cant believe they want me to get to know that idea.' As he Stroked Icelands hair a knock came to the the sleeping child down Norway call the vister in, a tall wirie man stepped to the nation.
"It is decided The wetting is finale they will be marriage when Margaret comes of age."Norway sighed "at least I have some years away from the Dane." Trining to start packing his and his brothers things."when do we leave?
"Two days"
Denmark across from Meredith as she prepare watched th fire of the cooking oven dance with the surrounding air. "The marriage is set?" Meredith asked choping carrots for the store.
"Ja." He muttered not taking his eyes of the flame.
"Mhhhh...maybe its for the best..." she sighed
" how in fucks is this 'for the best'! He wouldn't even talk to me." Mathias yelled, but not phasing is maid.
"You two will get along."she said softly"you did once."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Nothing, sir"Meredith answered."you wount have to see him any way. Hes leaving in two days and wount be back for years." Meredith picked up the plate ready to be served and left Mathias to sit alone. 'I wount see him for years?...why arnt I happy with this? I got to say I will miss him in a way.."Denmark though as he got of the ratty old stool and headed to his room for the night.
*lort (Danish for fuck)
this story starts at the marriage of Margaret 1 of Denmark and Haakon 6 of Norway. OwO