Mathias had always wanted to hold hands in public. He thought it to be a cute, fluffy display of affection and had always wanted to walk out of his house with a smile on his face and Lukas's smaller hand in his. Unfortunately...
Lukas had never wanted to do the same.
Apparently, to the smaller blond, holding hands wasn't exactly his choice of public display. He had had a hard enough time admitting his affections to the Dane to just their friends, and he downright refused to even come in intimate contact with the blue eyed male in the view of others. Whether it was because he was insecure about their relationship or he had a hand-holding phobia or something, the spiky haired male didn't know, but it was because of that he was more than surprised to find a hand gripping his own under the seat at the movie theater he and his Norwegian boyfriend were viewing a new movie at. He tore his gaze away from the screen, directing his focus from the blood splattering and screaming of the horror film to the figure besides him. Mathias could barely see anything in the darkness of the theater. but of what he could see, his little Norge was trying to hold in the fact that he was scared.
"Hey, you 'kay, Nor?" he murmured, pulling the other's hand up from under the seat and holding it in both of his. Lukas nodded stiffly, unable to tear his blank violet gaze away from the screen. At this Mathias frowned, gently lifting one of his hands away to turn the Norwegian's face away from the gory scene and to him. From this angle, he could see the way his face twisted as if trying to hold back a shriek of fear, and he could see the weird way his mouth twisted as he bit his lip from the inside. Raising their still-connected hands to his mouth, Mathias kissed the smaller's delicately, as if trying to calm him down.
"'S'okay...we can go home if you want, Norge."
That was the first time they had ever, ever held hands in public.