Blind Date

Chapter One

Lukas had a look around. The bar wasn't that bad a place. But he would have preffered to go to different place for a first date. Especially on a blind date! He knew he should have never let Tino convince him to go. But no one could say no to Tino for long, and there were two very good reasons for that.

The first was that Tino could pull off the best kicked puppy look in existance and he was very stubborn. If there was something he wanted, it would happen. Not that the Finn was spoiled or lazy. Tino worked very hard for himself and his family.

The second was the large ominious Swede always following after Tino like a large glaring, meatball eating, furnitur making cloud. Now Lukas wasn't exactly intimidated by Berwald – and he knew better than most people that he wasn't a bad person - but those looks combined, over longer periods of time, would make even a brick wall crumble.

A small voice inside him – a voice he tried very hard to ignore – told him that maybe he had accepted because he didn't want to be alone anymore. He shook his head. That voice always sounded suspiciously like his brother, though he couldn't quite deny it was true.

But as he sat there, in the bar, alone, with a drink in his hand, watching as his date beat yet another guy in arm wrestling, he couldn't possibly imagine why he thought he wanted this.

Mikkel – the guy Tino an Berwald had said would be perfect for him – was certainly not a bad looking guy. In fact Lukas would go so far as to call him pretty attractive looking. But good looks did not make up for an annoying personality. The first thing the Dane had done when they met earlier was to announce to the entire room that Lukas was 'his' and everyone else better back off.

Lukas was tempted to just walk off right then, but he decided he would endure it for at least an hour to get his friends and his brother off his back. He wasn't exactly sure when this 'date' had turned into something for him to use to prove he didn't really need to be in a relationship. Probaby somewhere between getting lost on his way from the bus and then waiting for half an hour for his date.

Said date just beat another guy and looked way too happy with himself. Lukas looked away and pretended to be very busy with his drink when Mikkel looked over. He did that every time he won, and Lukas knew he was trying to impress him. While he was arguably flattered, the Norwegian was far, far from impressed. He had hoped that Mikkel would stop and actually talk to him if he didn't pay attention, but apparently it was more interesting destroying shoulders and egos.

Lukas siged – which was more than he normally did but by now he had quite a few drinks in his system – and got up, leaving his empty glass on the table. He debated – very breifly – on wheter or not to tell Mikkel he was leaving but decided against it. He didn't want to give the guy his phone number or anything and he'd figure out eventually.

So – slowly – he made his way out. From the way the room was moving he decided he might have had a bit too many of thise drinks. But just sitting at a table, alone, for well over an hour wasn't exactly fun. And those drinks had been so yummy!


''Yummy? I've got to get home'' Stumbling out the door he decided against taking a taxi. The driver always wanted to talk to him, and while some people might enjoy a chat Lukas certainly did not.

His friends always laughed (Tino) and called him painfully shy (Sigurður), but there was nothing wrong with not likinkg people he didn't know. He wasn't really worried about getting lost on the way back to the bus station even though he had no idea which direction to take. He figured that if he just walked around for long enough he'd get there eventually. And he'd just have to hope there were still busses going when he got there. If not then he'd just have to call for a taxi. Or worse, call Sigurður.

Having to be picked up by your little brother because he was a bit more than tipsy and had managed to get lost in the city he'd grown up in would be more than a little embarrasing.


Lukas sat down at the bus stop bench.

''When did I get here?''

He decided that it didn't really matter. He was where he was supposed to be and according to the electronic sign his bus would be there in seven minutes. He was just getting comfortable – or as comfortable as you can get on a hard wooden bench – when he noticed suddenly that he was not alone.

There was a man standing about a meter away from the bench on the opposite side from where Lukas was sitting. Oh well, people take the bus all the time and he decided to ignore him.

He checked the sign again. Still seven minutes now. Bus stop minutes always seem to last an eternity.

He glanced at the man again.

''I've seen him before''

He tried to remember but his thoughts kepts spinning away from him.

Light brown hair, dark eyes and a lightly stubbled chin. He was probably a bit more than half a head taller than Lukas. No bells ringing.

The guy suddenly glanced in Lukas' general direction – but not straight at him – before continuing to stare across the street.

And then it clicked. He'd been doing that all night at the bar! How could he have forgotten about that! Lukas sighed again.

''Why didn't I just wait for Mikkel?'' It might have been annoying and boring, but at least he most likely wouldn't have to worry about potentially having to protect himself from a guy with unknown strenght while intoxicated.

He continued to watch the guy from the corner of his eye as inconspicuously as he could, but he figured he wasn't very successful. Every time the guy glanced over he quickly looked away again, feigning innocence.

The bus finally arrived, and Lukas made sure to sit as far away from the guy as he could.


I just read this over quickly and I'll probably fix it up more later. I'm not sure when you can expect a new chapter. Could be anything from a few days to a couple of years.

There will be more Denmark later btw.

Their names are picked from the list of possible names Himaruya has chosen for them. Thank you QueenHappo for making me name them! :D

PS: The letter ð is pronounced like the th in them/the/etc.