Hey guys whoa it's been a while since I last posted.
Anyway this story is based off a few rps and a lot of headcanons so enjoy! I'll try and update as regularly as I can.
To be a little honest it's probably a bit OOC but I can't see him being overly optimistic for years and years and years so super sorry!
Anyway there will be a lot of ships within this enjoy! (spoilers yo) But one thing is that DenNor is very much a past relationship by this point, it'll be explained later promise.

Oh man I haven't written anything in so long I'm really sorry if this is crap.


By the time 5am had rolled around Mathias was already sitting up in a borrowed bed, staring intently at the wall directly in front of him as the beginnings of a headache began to hammer into his skull and deep something inside of him began to rise it's ugly head. Dropping his hand down to the ground and sweeping it across the floor he sighed in relief when his fingers grazed a bottle of something, liquid still sloshing around. Giving a quick glance at the mass beside him he barely registers the face of Iceland before downing the contents from the bottle, almost immediately the headache disappeared and he was able to relax.
The Dane gave himself a few moments to enjoy the slow buzz that was starting to take over and lazily watched the sun rise and cast a pinkish hue across the sky and through the curtain-less windows. Turning his attention back to his company he gently pushed a hand through the Icelander's hair, the pale strands falling straight back into place as if they'd never been touched as soon as he had carded his fingers through. He barely remembered the night before, but the lack of clothes and bruises forming up and down the smaller male's neck gave him a basic idea of what went down.
"Just another day in paradise" He mumbled to himself before slipping out of the bed. Within six minutes he was changed, hair styled and tapping a cigarette onto the top of his hand before taking his leave, the faintest click of the door the only evidence of his departure. He didn't see the look of rejection cross the young nordic's expression. He never would.

xxx

The sound of footsteps followed him out onto the street, without saying a word he takes the pills held within his new company's hands and swallows them down dry.
"So is screwing around with Iceland your way of saying fuck you to Norway or?" The Dutchman stuffed his hands deep in his coat pocket once his job was done, falling easily into step with Mathias's quick pace.

"Lars shh I was enjoying the peace while it lasted. The answer to that is yes and no, it'll be funny when Lukas finds out but I have a feeling this means more to Eirikur than I thought." Mathias cupped his hands over his lighter to keep it from the wind and lit his smoke, a heavy sigh leaving him soon after. "This was going to be the last time I do anything with him."

"You have all the luck don't you." Lars tipped his head back and let out a throaty laugh. "Let's go get something to eat."

"Can we go to another country first, I kind of want to get out of Iceland."

The Dutchman said nothing but smiled in amusement, giving the other blonde a sidelong glance as he did he soon found himself playfully shoved into bushes with the Dane storming up ahead.

xxx

After a few hours in a plane to Copenhagen the pair wound up hailing a cab to the nearest cafe to Mathias's loft. On the drive there the Dane was oddly quiet, silently looking out the cabbie windows with his headphones on watching the ocean and tourists pass by. For once the ever changing scenery had stopped changing and started to look the same, teenagers with the same style taking the same photos in the same places, tourists wearing the same things. The sky even looking no different to when he was last home. The only thing keeping him from growing tired of the view outside was the ocean, the way the roll of the waves crashed down on top of one another, wild, unpredictable. He'd been told once by Ludwig he was like the sea, maybe that was why he was so attracted to it, that he was an uncontrollably beautiful dangerous thing that people will forever be drawn to, that people want to understand the secrets to, to dig up the history and learn from it but always know they never will. Mathias remembered that day well, the two of them sharing a bottle of whiskey together sitting on the docks and dipping their feet in the water at the early hours of the morning with their trousers rolled up. The wind chewed at his cheek but he didn't feel the cold, just the pleasant buzz of the alcohol and later on the pair of lips belonging to the German nation at his neck. It was one of the nicer nights he'd had during his existence, drunk enough to feel buzzed and loose, sober enough to know what he was doing and remember it the next day. Almost perfect, wrong person, wrong lips, almost, almost, almost.
"What are you thinking about?" His friend whispered to him, mouth at his ear and a lot closer than he originally thought.

"If a perfect moment can really exist." He muttered in return, gaze continuing to try and keep up with the shift of water.

"And can it?"

He thought about it for a while, falling back into perfect silence before responding to the Dutchman.

"It's there for one second and then it's gone so fast it can be played off as a happy memory, but when you think about it...there was always something wrong with it."

"Is that a yes or a no."

"It's improbable."

Lars nodded before muttering for the cabbie to stop.

x

Their time at the cafe wasn't quick, they sat outside leisurely sipping at coffee and picking at pasteries while the breeze caused Lars' scarf to whip around his face and neck. Still Mathias kept his eyes on the ocean, Tiffany blue intently watching white foam rise from the water. The corners of his lips quirked up into a smile as he felt another pair of eyes not watching the water but himself.
"You're staring." He murmured.

"You're very quiet."

"Must be a midlife crisis. Oh my god help it's a sign of the coming apocalypse."

"You had that centuries ago."

"I know." Mathias laughed and tore his attention away from the hypnotic waves to raise a freckled hand to his companion's face, pincing a bit of his cheek between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh god don't I know."

"Cut that out."

"Awh you have such a soft face."

"I swear to fucking god Mathias if you don't let go of me right no-"

He was cut off by the barest brush of lips against his, Mathias grinned as he pressed their lips together swallowing the rest of his protest.

"You have really soft lips as well. Have I ever told you that before?"

"For fucks sake Mat."

The Dane sat back in his seat saying no more, a smile still pulled at his mouth as he downed the rest of his coffee, not enough caffine, it wasn't anywhere near strong enough, too sweet as well. Too much caramel. But it was good enough he wouldn't complain.

"By the way Francis wants us in Paris for a photoshoot or something that he volunteered us for." As soon as Mathias's face lit up he held up a finger. "I'm staying here with you for a month until then."

"Awh quality bro time I can't wait." He twirled the tip of his teaspoon in his long emptied coffee cup, his face resting in one hand he smiled lazily. "Let's get drunk until next month then."

"Clubbing? Get high?"

"Oh honey what do you take me for of course, clubbing, and parties and sex with strangers and people we sort of but not reall know. Let's. Get. Fucked."

"And then we'll go to France and not be too much better."

"Things sound absolutely perfect." Mathias grinned across at the Dutchman.
The Dutchman who had concern written across his face for a moment but was gone as soon as it came. Mathias missed that look too. Lars narrowed his eyes, lips pouted for a bit before he got up and disappeared inside mumbling about getting them something to take back home. Mathias packed all his things away at a snail's pace trying to keep himself occupied until Lars came back with the drinks.

They wound up walking to the Dane's loft, coats wrapped around them tightly and take away coffee keeping their hands warm, it was cold enough that they were well aware of the fact that summer was definitely at an end, leaning against one another the duo eventually made it. Considering walking up the several flights of stairs to the top floor they ended up agreeing on the elevator. Mathias loved where he lived, two stories of exposed brick and bleached wood flooring. The windows in his bedroom were the only ones with a seat and the white paint on them was cracking, a draft able to only just come through. It was how he liked it, just that one old thing in his otherwise modern apartment. Pictures and notes and artwork littered the walls, fairy lights winding their way between them and the faint smell of sweet scented insense was constantly in the air. However in the livingroom every wall, save for where the electric fireplace and tv were, was covered in bookshelves, hundreds of books lining the shelves organised by author and title. Everything was clean, organised, yet still cozy. He loved everything from the fridge stocked with alcohol to last him a couple of weeks to the walk in wardrobe where he collected all his clothing from shows and designers. He was living it good, he was aware, he indulged in the material things like so many nations didn't. He was lucky for his side jobs and he wanted to show off the money he pulled in. No shame in being wealthy. At least he was gifted that much. He'd earned it with all the bullshit he'd had to put up with, his fault or not.

As soon as he'd taken a step inside he inhaled deep, arms raised above his head and fell back into the sofa, disturbing the pillows scattered across it. "Make yourself at home rada rada rada you know the drill. Help yourself the the beer but if you touch the whiskey I'm cutting your balls off and using them as christmas tree decorations, okay?"

"Ja, ja, always the gentleman aren't you Mathias?"

"Stop your bitching you're in my home now if you'll excuse me I have a date with the bath tub." Dragging himself off the couch the Dane made a show of pulling himself along and up the stairs until Lars gave in on watching him be pathetic and picked him up, dragging him upstairs by himself and dumping him in the bathroom. Laughing to himseld Mathias stripped down and set up the bathroom for a soak. The blinds on the windows overlooking the city were closed, his love for fairylights was even apparent in the bathroom, around the tub and carefully placed so they weren't anywhere near the water were plain white bulbs, dipping down the bricks and dangling several centimetres away from the edge of the tub. Once setting up the towels and turning on his ipod as loud as it could go while still being relaxing enough he sunk into the water, sinking as far as he could go so his entire body and head disappeared beneath the pink tinged bubbles. He opened his eyes, watching as mountains of bubbles floated past like icebergs and rose petals bobbed along like rafts behind them, the sound of the dripping tap was echoed there but other than that there was complete silence. He sat like that for a while, staring up at the surface and the glimmering light as the water settled. Finally he emerged for air, breathing coming out in small pants while he pushed blonde hair out of his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to get water out of his eyes and get himself to adjust to the lighting. Talking a deeper breath and sinking down until his chin was resting water level he settled against the rim of the bath and waited until his skin grew pruny.

Mathias finished the full bottles of vodka he kept hidden down the side.

x

He rolled fishnets slowly up shaven calves, the feeling of the silky fabric pressed against his legs more welcome than anything. Standing up Mathias looked at himself in the mirror, vision blurry and thoughts hazy, teeth worrying at the skin of his thumb as he twisted to see how he looked in black laced woman's underwear. Great naturally. A barely there smile spread across his face as he caught sight of Lars leaning against the door frame in the reflection.

"Personally I think you've always suited red a lot better." The Dutchman said after meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Good thing I'm wearing them for my pleasure and not for yours." Mathias wriggled his eyebrows and winked before bending over at the waist, slowly, purposefully to slip into a pair of jeans, tight enough that his ass looked great, but baggy enough that he didn't have to do some kind of sacrificial dance to the devil to get them on. A perfect fit. "Now stop staring you can't see shit now."

"No need to be cruel." Lars took a few steps over and grabbed the other blonde by the rim of his jeans, tugging him backwards until they were chest to back. He drag his fingers down the Dane's spine, watching as he curved outwards reflexively until his fingers stopped at the small of his back to press in and bend him over in one smooth movement. "You move so nicely, like fluid."

Mathias swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way he felt flames shoot up his spine at the touches. Grinding his teeth together, smile tense, he played along and rubbed his ass along the other's crotch, once, twice, a teaser just for the night. In response the Dutchman covered his back with his chest, teeth nipping at the back of his ear. Chuckling Mathias pulled himself away and gave the other a pointed stare.

"Hands off the goods anyway I believe we were going somewhere?"

"Open up."

Sticking out his tongue Mathias kept his eyes locked with Lars', a small tablet was stuck on his tongue and as soon as he swallowed he pecked the other male on the end of the nose.

And that's all he really remembered before the drug took it's effect.

xxx

The flashing lights visible even when the Dane's eyes were closed the pulsing of strobe lights almost appearing to be the cause of control behind every dip of his hips every gradual descent down, every arm movement. The bass from the speakers the only thing he was able to hear, his own breathing even drowned out in his ears by the impossibly loud beat of dubstep. He dropped down to the ground, arms above his head, and on his way up a pair of familiar hands found his waist. Grinning he leaned his head back till it was resting on the other's shoulder, neck arching slightly so he could press his nose to their jaw and inhale. Lars' fingers dragged down from his waist in between his thighs and pulled him closer as he began to grind back into him, his ass directly on the Dutchman's crotch. The smell of sweat, cologne and alcohol was clear on the both of them, mingling together until they made a scent of their own as their bodies moved together to the music. Mathias twisted his head as far as he could when a tongue licked a hot stripe up his neck the faint bump of a pill noticeable on Lars' tongue, as their heads met the Dane caught the pill from his friend's tongue with his own and swallowed. Slowly Mathias turned around, every smooth rock of his hips making it appear fluid until he was standing face to face with Lars, arms around the other male's neck he dropped low, legs spreading appropriately to keep him balanced as he moved. On his way up he began to feel the trickling effect of the drug, buzzing, energizing. His movements grew more heated, a leg belonging to Lars wedged between both his thighs for him to grind down on, slowly, slowly they both tilted their heads to meet each other and had each other in lip lock, bodies still trying to move to the music, mouths working at trying to claim the taste of one another, tongues clashing and teeth clicking together for minutes upon minutes, moving away from the crowd without they themselves really noticing, just touching, touching, touching. Eventually they broke apart, startled by how they'd moved from the center of the dance floor to the mens bathrooms.
Lars sucked on Mathias's lower lip, bit it gently and soothed it over with his tongue. Mathias chuckled quietly as his lip was caught in between the Dutchman's teeth a second time, looking at his questionably through his eyelashes however, after Lars made no other movement. The other of them had their eyes open, staring each other down the energy between them charged, heated, reeking of passion. Of want and a little extra.

"What're ya doin'?"

"It's a metaphor. This I mean."

"Huh?"

The Dutchman smiled slightly, cold green surpisingly warm for once, leaning in he pecked the Dane one last time before pulling his head back.

"I just put something dangerous between my teeth but didn't give it the power to kill."

The laugh that came from Mathias as he turned on heel to leave the dark blonde male could have been heard for miles. "Lars? Referencing a book? Fuck I didn't even know you were literate! Come on you little shit and lets get back to dancing. You got me excited."

An arm caught him around his waist and pulled him back, his movements drunken and drugged he stumbled and easily melted back into the Dutchman's embrace.

"Can we make out for a little while longer?" Lars whispered into his ear, fingers starting to make their way down south to run along the lines of lace peeking out from between shirt and jean.

"You know me. I love making people wait to get what they want." He managed to slip away with a kiss to the others temple. "This won't be happening again if you keep getting so needy afterwards. Come on lets go."

xxx

The night ended with the two sitting on the very edge of the roof of the complex where Mathias lived, passing a bong back and fourth and watching the stars. They each had a headphone in one ear as music played from one of their cellphones, they couldn't really tell by this point they'd figure it out in the morning. It was peaceful, the slow tune and the buzz of the drug coursing through their systems. Their breath was visible in the crisp cold of the night air, occasionally disturbing their vision from seeing the clear sky, stars scattered everywhere and the moon sitting full high up in the infinite darkness of it all. Without saying a word to each other they both silently agreed upon shaking their smoke, not letting it go to waste and carefully started blowing back the smoke into each other's mouths. Hands cupped on either side of their faces to keep the smoke from escaping, the skin that was touching was the warmest, sparks of heat flooding their systems.
Just friends.
Only friends.
only, only, only.
Eventually Mathias lay back and stared up at the sky, the angle so much better without the interruption of city lights flickering under his peripheral vision. Taking the other male's hand in his own he traced aimless patterns on his palm, while with his free hand he turned up the music just a little louder, singing under his breath.
"And with words unspoken
A silent devotion
I know you know what I mean
And the end is unknown
But I think I'm ready
As long as you're with me."