Humming softly, Mathias found himself enjoying the peace of the attic in which he stayed, feeling the warmth of the fire cackling in the lower level of the house, his legs tucked up to his chest tightly. Although a pang of worry etched itself into his chest, choking him in his sleep and his consciousness, always somewhere in his mind and that was the fact that he knew of a friend of his who fought bravely against the Germans as he had done. Lukas was only a country away, yet he seemed so far, and Mathias knew that he was probably safe but the worry still buried itself deep in his heart and he couldn't help it, questioning whether he was still alive or long gone rotting in a camp or on the snowy grounds of winter tainted Norway. The boy had been the leader of a Norwegian resistance and was constantly fussing over his rebellious little brother, who when the Dane had last saw him was too ignorant for his own good. A few letters had been exchanged between the two over the course of the war but frequency was delayed to the point where even one word was a miracle.
The Danish boy sat up a bit straighter as footsteps echoed into his tight spaced area, signifying that his lover was here with either news or food or both. Usually it was both. Berwald made his way over to the other quietly though quickly and smiled softly at him, which was very rare for him. "How're ya' feelin'?" he asked, rubbing Mathias's arm comfortably.
"Worried," the Dane mumbled, looking down at his bruised feet. "Seems I've been doing a lot of that lately."
"'M sure everythin' will be fine."
"I know, I know, but I can't help it!" Mathias replied rather enthusiastically, his ocean blue eyes wild with craze. "What if Lukas gets taken away?! What if he dies trying to-" He was quickly shushed by gentle lips pressed against his own. Slowly he kissed back, pulling the other closer as he leaned in to deepen their kiss. Their lips broke apart after a few seconds, a light pink tint spread across the Dane's cheek as well as his eyes glistening a bright shimmering blue, much like the ocean he was so familiar with back in Denmark.
"Ya should get s'me rest," Berwald mumbled, pressing their lips together for a quick second before pulling away with a dark shade of red on hjs cheeks. "'It's getting late."
"What if I have another nightmare?" Mathias huffed, furrowing his brows as a pout made its way to his lips.
"Hm," the Swede shrugged, laying next to him and patting the condensed pillow on which he lay on. "Lay d'wn."
Mathias sighed dramatically and fell against the pillow, nuzzling into his lover's neck comfortably. "Takk."
"Hm?"
"For letting me stay here, yer amazing."
"Hm."
