I have yet to thank everyone for their reviews generally and some replies I sent to reviews got messed up, because of my computer so I shall thank you all here: Thank you! Anyway one of my favourite rare pairs this time around and I warn you it's not too bad but I doubt this chapter will be everyone's favourite blend tea with a few dark suggestions but not much (in my opinion and I don't think much on Frankie Boyle and Jimmy Carr's dark humour so… I'm not a good judge of these things) anyways enjoy one and all as today- the third belongs to…
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The chains on his hands were new, and not a weak kind of made in a rush new like he had been used to recently, but a strong wouldn't break no matter how much he pulled new. The ship he was stuck in though wasn't. The wood was worn and splinters caught him more often than not, the metal bars that imprisoned him were rusting and he was positive that if his hands weren't so constricted he would've been able to break his way out already, but those damned chains…
He lent against the wooden side of the ship as the ship tried it's best to keep steady in the torrent rain that came from nowhere. He could almost enjoy it to be honest, surrounded by a wooden ship, with a storm raging and on the waves he loved and lived a majority of his childhood on. It was peaceful… if he ignored the fact that he hadn't eaten for a few days and that his people in other cells had been treated in the same manner. And if he could ignore the clacking sound of boots getting louder as his captor got closer.
He lifted his head, his blue eyes just managing to peer through his dirt covered blonde hair; he wasn't used to looking through his hair at others, usually pushing it back as he did, and it was starting to frustrate him as it took up a majority of his vision.
"Denmark!" His captor smirked, his scruffy blonde hair shocked into odd angles from the rain and wind outside. He leant on the bars of Denmark's cage; chin snuggled into his palm as his long pristine white coat swished its way to his ankles. He didn't look like he had been in a long war for quite some years now, if anything he looked as though he'd returned from some play or dance, victorious nonetheless.
"England," he nodded, pointedly staring at England's undone trousers and shirt and the pale flesh exposed, he knew England wanted him to look, but he wasn't one to care for traps or play such silly and pointless games as England did.
"Ah, ah," he tutted. "I'm going by the name Britain now," he smirked as he remembered some memory Denmark was ignorant to. "Though I guess you could call me by my full title the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland… either will do, I'm not fused really."
"Danelaw then," Denmark glared sharply, he hated these games England created and hated that he'd always willing walk into them and he'd hate the fact that most of the times he'd end up enjoying the end result.
"Aw com'on Denmark, be a good sport my titles have changed you could at least call me by one of them," he smiled, but did nothing to push him into either like he usually would, instead he just made a show of brandishing the key and unlocking his prison's door.
"Now we have to hand you over to Sweden, I hear he wants to take Norway from you," England smirks; Denmark clenches his fists… now that was new to him.
"What…" It wasn't exactly a question, it sounded too simple and angry to be so, but England explained anyway.
"France has lost. You have lost. And Sweden, as usual, has been a dear who's helped me from the beginning of the war… unlike most of Europe…" England's eyes narrow dangerously, before he sighs. "Like usual I suppose. But seeing as Sweden has once again proved to be a wonderful ally I promised to give him whatever he wanted and surprise, surprise he wanted Norway."
It wasn't a surprise. Everyone knew that Sweden had been trying to take Norway from Denmark's Empire- make it harder for Denmark to fight him- make it harder for Denmark to claim that insufferable title of "King of Northern Europe". And it wasn't a surprise that Denmark was angry- how dare anyone knock him off his throne- how dare anyone take what was his- and how dare England help Sweden do so!
England ignored the anger radiating from the Dane and strolled forward, a spring in his step and a hum on his lips. Kneeling down beside the seething Dane, he took the handcuffs and with a click of pure finality the room went still.
It was only a matter of seconds later that England found himself being roughly shoved to the ground by an angry rage full Viking and even less to find the Viking in question straddling his waist, his knees resting harshly in his sides, ankles forcing his legs down and his wrists forced down in a vicelike grip.
England smirks up at the stormy blue eyes.
"And what do you plan to do now Denmark?" England hums. "Rape? Pillage? Going to show me personally what you put my people through? Because I can assure you, you won't get away with that anymore."
"Who says that," Denmark growls, he wasn't planning on doing that, but who the hell says he can't do what he likes to his land. He snaps his and England's hips together, they both groan- it's been a while since they last did anything together- intimately at least. "You'd end up enjoying whatever I do to you," a grin that's all teeth. "Like always."
England brushes his comment away like a speck of dust.
"Because if I go to this meeting without the ability to walk, with you grinning like a fool beside me everyone will realise what you've done… and you do realise how alone you are at the moment? France is useless to you. I have Prussia, Sweden, Portugal, Austria, Russia and so many of the European powers on my side… even Spain! And let's not forget my Empire! India will be there and he won't be impressed and you have some colonies on his land… Do you know what he does when he's not impressed?"
England laughs- smirk never leaving his lips. Denmark's eyes are narrowed, but his lips are still twisted into an amused grin.
"Well then England aren't you glad," Denmark frees a hand, trapping both of England's wrists with one, so he can tap England's lips. "That we can put those lips to good use without any evidence or injury?"
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And I'm going to leave it there for two reasons. I'm sure your imaginations are brilliant enough to fill in the gaps and I started this one a little late (I was admiring pictures of India… don't judge me… he's COOL!) so I don't have time to finish it before the 4th attacks us. Also I may have chickened out of just writing smut… -runs off in tears- Why can't I write smut anymore DX
Anyways this one was requested by RedWolf95 and I was originally going to like write Denmark x England… at a MUCH later date and with more detail (so probably when my holidays started some when) and write a historical Netherlands one for now (which I love just as much), which was her/his other request… but Denmark with all his Viking glory wouldn't leave my fingers when typing… so this came about DX
Anyways historic content, in the Napoleon wars, after some VERY interesting Denmark – England events, one including the first missiles used in Europe (on Denmark… by England… destroying a majority of Copenhagen… that's Denmark's Capital… his heart… Am I the only one who thinks Denmark has a HUGE scar over his heart because of this? Yes? Right maybe I'll just go off and write a fan-fic for THAT then and change your minds), and eventually cause the gun boat wars to start. A LOT of Danish and Norwegian people were captured and the English decided they'd just keep them locked up in boats that weren't used but were docked near the shores of England… Why is this pairing so RARE? I mean look at some of the historical stuff I just threw at you THERE! That's interesting stuff and I haven't even got into the Viking stuff (which was hinted at though by the rape and pillage remark by England)!
Also England PLANNED for that to happen- he's feeling smug and cheerful for beating France- again- and decided playing with his OTHER old captors mind would be fun (OTHER because France… with his Normans after the Vikings), and I feel Denmark doesn't particularly work like England- England enjoys fucking with his prey's mind and then worries aimlessly, whereas Denmark just charges in and NEVER regrets things. Also what ends up happening after this IS Norway being given to Sweden, Denmark becoming bankrupt and having to sell his Indian Colonies to England (giving England more control of India), so maybe India DID find out, either meaning Denmark/England drunkly admitted to such things OR Denmark and England got a little excited through this little session and went a little further than planned? Well I'll let you decide that XP
Anyways, that's all for today- before I rant anymore- if you haven't noticed I'm going through requests in order they come in… and those who asked for two, both will show up within the story it's just I'll give everyone one and then go through them again so it's more… fair? What this means is tomorrow is… Nah I shan't tell you… it's not like calendars come with and tomorrow's chocolate shall be shaped as!
Anyways on the mention of chocolate and how thirsty/hungry I am, I bid you adieu and I hope you enjoyed this Viking-kinda-fest!
