A viking's Needs
Ending 2

"Berwald Oxenstierna. 11th of August." Mathias read on top of the page. His eyes slid over the words written in the journal that lay on top of Berwald's desk.

He knew it wasn't very polite to read someone else's journal, but he was a Viking, rules and politeness were words that didn't exist in his vocabulary. Besides, a journal that lay open on top of a desk would make anyone curious, wouldn't it?

The Dane's eyes scanned the pages while he blistered through the journal. He wasn't reading it. Berwald's handwriting was too small and delicate to his liking, what made reading it annoying. Instead he just search for words that might take his interests, at least enough to make him want to read it.

'Moron' was one of these interesting words. It was written quite a lot within the journal as a substitute for a name, though the name itself was never written down anywhere.

Mathias had to think about it for a while. The only ones on the ship that were important enough to write about were Lucas, Berwald and the Dane himself.

Not even thinking that Berwald could have meant him, he automatically thought the Swede called Lucas a moron. Lucas had his arrogance, but calling him a moron was a bit to much, at least that was what Mathias thought.

"Don't read someone else's journal." A low growling voice spoke behind Mathias. The words were partly hidden behind a mumble and some letters were swallowed away in the man's accent.

The Dane recognised the voice right away and turned around to meet with the Swedish blue eyes.

"It's not very nice of you to call Lucas a moron." The Dane said with a cheerful smirk. He wasn't denying his actions nor was he ashamed of them.

Berwald stared at the Dane with an expression that would scare most people away, yet it did not affect Mathias. Living around both Berwald and Lucas, who could only blank stare or death glare, turned him immune. Besides, the Dane's positive nature made him blind for the negativity of other's, including their negative emotions.

"Lucas isn't the moron." Berwald said. He walked towards his desk and grabbed his journal, took the journal to his bookcase on the left and put it back between two thick books.

"Why you're here?" The Swede asked before turning back to the Dane.

Mathias smirked cheerful when Berwald asked him the question he was waiting for. "It had been days since we last saw land…" He started. "…and there will be more before we are back home." The Dane had a playful twinkling in his eyes, while he searched for eye contact with the Swede. "There are no woman on board and…"

Berwald cut the Dane off quickly. "Not interested." He said and walked back to his bookcase, grabbing a different book out of it.

Mathias blinked at Berwald in silence. He hadn't thought that the Swede could have refused.

The Dane took a step in the Swede's direction, grabbed the male's upper arms and brought their lips closer. "You're a male too. I'm sure you have urges." While he spoke their lips brushed lightly against each other.

Berwald pushed Mathias away from him. "I said no." He said and took a few steps away from the Dane.

Mathias grabbed the Swede's wrist and pulled him close again. "Don't tell me you don't have cravings." He whispered in the Swede's ear. "Because I won't believe it."

He let go of Berwald's wrists and slide both his hands to the male's belt. With quick and skilled fingers, he untied the belt before Berwald had to the chance to stop him.

The Swede let go of the book he was holding and grabbed Mathias wrists. He pulled them into the air, holding them away from his body. His piercing blue eyes looked straight through the Dane, but with the leak of more than one expression, it was hard to see if he really meant to glare at Mathias or not.

Mathias let go of the belt, that he was still holding in his hands, and stared at the Swede with a satisfied smirk. He moved his lips closer to Berwald's again, trying to steal a kiss from his lips, but their lips never touched.

Berwald forced the Dane with his back against the bookcase and pressed Mathias' arms next to his head against a few books. "I won't serve as your play toy."

Mathias was surprised by the action but it didn't take long before a smirk appeared on the Dane's face. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but he did not dislike the dominance of the Swede either.

"I don't mind it like this either." The Dane said seductive. He leaned his head to the side, showing the Swede his neck and expecting the Swedish Viking to tease him.

Yet Berwald did not. Instead the Swede, pressed forcefully against Mathias shoulder, still holding the Dane's wrists, and forced him with his back against the floor.

Mathias, who liked their rough little game, smirked when he smacked against the floor. He felt the grip around his wrist loosen and took his change to grab Berwald's collar, planning to pull him closer.

Berwald let go of the Dane's arms and pulled away when Mathias tried to pull him closer. He stood up and within a few steps he was at the door. He opened it and left, letting the door fall in it's frame with a bang and leaving the Dane alone in the room.


~The End~

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