A/N: A ficlet imported from tumblr (my url's punk-rock-fairy-princess, if you're curious). Someone requested a fic with a blind or deaf character, so naturally I wrote some DenNor. EDIT: Fixed the formatting; sorry about that.

Everyone always thought Eirik was joking when he said that Mathias was beautiful.

What could Eirik know of beauty? What could Eirik know of sexy, gorgeous, handsome, or cute?

But, of course, people were idiots.

Whenever Eirik heard Mathias laugh at his jokes, he was sure to say how beautiful it was. They were jubilant and authentic peals of laughter, and revealed the joy Eirik couldn't see on his face.

Beautiful.

Whenever Eirik felt Mat's hands run up his thighs, he had to tell him how sexy he was – the energy from his fingertips sending sparks up and down his legs in smooth, teasing circles.

Sexy.

Whenever Mathias wiped away his tears, Eirik told him he was gorgeous. He would murmur words of comfort as he wrapped his arms around him and let Eirik bury his face in his shirt. "Hush," he'd say as Eirik took a shaky breath, smelling hints of cinnamon and baked bread in his sweater. "Everything's okay."

Gorgeous.

Whenever Mathias would sing for him, Eirik let him know how handsome he was. His voice, usually so strong and powerful, could simmer down to the softest, most peaceful sound as he sang of live, but if he wished, it could raise into a bright, brilliant tenor, emotional and heavy and perfect.

Handsome.

When Mathias baked him cookies, Eirik always reminded him how cute he was. The way the Dane would hum to himself as he mixed the dough, perhaps stealing a bit for himself before he put it in the oven, was adorable to Eirik, and he was always sure to list'n to the affair. They'd eat the cookies together as they bantered back and forth, and sometimes Eirik would feel around until he found the other's head, pulling Mat in for a sloppy but passionate kiss. Mathias would always stutter out some form of "I love you" as he tried to pull himself together – Eirik's kisses always flustered him.

Cute.

Clearly, Eirik knew nothing of beauty.