"Norge, did I make your coffee alright this time?"
I tilted my head a little as I waited for his reaction after taking the first gulp, although he didn't seem to change expression. I'm pretty sure that it means that I did a good job. "Mathias, you can be calling me Lukas. You know that, don't you?" I chuckled softly as I took the seat beside him, bringing my own coffee to my lips and drinking. It certainly was much sweeter than his, almost anything would be, considering I put something like twelve spoonfuls of coffee into his one.
"Nah, I like Norge. Suits ya more than Lukas, I think."
I leaned over and pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek, grinning to myself. It was only recently that he'd actually let me do that. Sure, not when Emil was around, but it was better than nothing. I'm not too sure why he won't actually let him know though, he won't tell me for some reason. Maybe he just doesn't think he'd react well, that's all. Looking over towards me, he rolled his eyes lightly. "Lukas is fine." With that, he went back to eating his breakfast. He didn't seem to believe me when I told him that it was actually called an apple Danish, not just me 'being cocky'.
"Hey… Why won't you let Emil know about our relationsh-"
My words were cut off with a hand over the mouth, so instead I just moved it down, continuing the rest of my sentence. "Our relationship." A grunt of annoyance leaving Lukas, he grabbed hold of my tie once again before tugging down harshly, causing me to fall of the chair with a loud thud.
"OWWWW! W-Why'd ya do that?!"
I tried regaining my breath, loosening the tie which had tightening as he had pulled down. He really needs to stop that, it's not the way you should act towards somebody that you've been together with for nearly eight years… Well, together secretly with. To think that Lukas says that I can't keep a secret. "Mathias, what were you saying this time?" I looked over towards the new voice in the room, smiling the brightest I could manage in this state. After all, I've been in much worse pain before and somebody around here has to smile enough for the three of us.
"Hey, Icey… W-Whatcha up to?"
I loosened the tie further, hesitantly sitting up, ignoring the dizziness from sitting up much too soon for it's liking. It'll pass soon enough anyway, it always does. I heard a soft grunt come from Lukas, obviously he's still a little upset with me. It's not as if I had done something wrong, had I? "Planning to have some toast, if Lukas was leaving any butter this morning. There wasn't being too much left yesterday." Chuckling softly to myself, I nodded softly, although apparently Emil hadn't noticed as he was now looking over to his brother. "There is some if you are wanting it, little brother."
Little brother… That reminded me of the time when Lukas had come to me asking for some advice what to do. He knew the result of the DNA tests before Iceland did himself, I guess that's why he had seemed so insistent on collecting the mail for us that entire month. He was confused as anything, I could tell by his eyes. He wasn't sure how he should act towards Emil when he found out, he didn't want to just act as if nothing had happened when he had finally found out that he had family of his own. Apparently the five wasn't close enough, he truly wanted a brother but he didn't know how to act. Personally, I thought having the two at least call each other 'little brother' and 'big brother' was a brilliant idea. That way they would've warmed up to the idea and begun getting closer or at least that's what I expected. Well, it worked for Lukas at least.
Emil nodded in reply to Lukas, heading out towards the kitchen. "Thank you, I'll be back in a moment." As he left, I stood up from the ground, rubbing the back of my head gently as I took my seat beside Lukas once again.
"You could just say something like 'he's coming' next time?"
I looked over at him with a bit of a half-hearted smile, just to show that I was joking that's all. He didn't seem to answer or even acknowledge me though, just focusing his gaze onto the coffee mug instead. He really could be stubborn at times. Doesn't make me love him any less though.
"Norg-... Lukas, why don't you want him to know?"
He stayed silent for a moment, closing his eyes. Damn… He figured out how I read his emotions. I waited patiently as he sighed softly, tracing his index finger along the handle of the coffee mug. "I am not wanting to ruin what we have. If he knew, he'd leave us be. I don't want my brother and I to become strangers…" His voice was soft, not even pretending to be angry at me for bringing up the question again.
"Hey, I can keep this up if that's what you want. It isn't too hard… We've been doing this for eight years since we got back together, after all."
I smiled reassuringly, rubbing my hand against his shoulder then leaning over to kiss him on the cheek again. He at least opened his eyes this time, the hint of a smile teasing the edges of his lips. "You really are too simple-minded and childish, Dane..." The silence after that was comfortable enough, Lukas seemed to be in a much happier mood, that twinkle returned back to his eyes. My own smile grew wider as I took his hand into my own, in return Lukas leaning over and gently pressing his lips against my own. Until we both heard the falling of a plate, along with a familiar voice...
"L-Lukas..?"
