Once they had finished picking at the food, Denmark wheeled the food cart to the servant's in the hall. "Now, I know you're not going to like this, but you still have to go to this ball. It is mandatory you at least appear for the formal dances and such- even if the king must have his guards drag you there," Denmark solemnly reminded, knowing Norway had too much pride to let it progress to such a measure. "So, please, don't put up a fight and just get it over with, Norge.." the Dane practically begged.
Norway let the possible scenarios pass through his mind, gently gripping at the sheets since no preferable scene was available to him. "I... I understand... But I have a request then, in exchange for my compliance, you're too be by my side unless I say otherwise for the entire ball," Norway said, unwilling to let himself be let alone.
Denmark couldn't prevent the soft smile that came to his melancholy expression. "As you wish, my prince," he replied, sitting back on the bedside, giving Norway's head a gentle kiss to which the other surprisingly did not pull away from.
Eventually, the servants had to be let in, and Denmark remained for Norway's comfort. The servants were not rude to the Norwegian under Denmark's watch- in fact they were quite good at pretending to be respectful. They separated momentarily to talk to Denmark about some issue they've suddenly decided to bring up now.
The Dane seemed uncomfortable to approach Norway. "Um. Norge.." he starts rather shyly. "The royal court has let it slide once already, but… The servants find it rather, ah, inappropriate for you to wear pagan jewellery at a Christian ball. I won't make you stop practising the Ásatrú, but I'm afraid I cannot allow you to wear the jewellery anymore. The court really has been on my arse about it.." he confessed, acting like a child who is afraid of being scorned by their parent.
Norway was frankly quite surprised and even further insulted. These pieces, which were of the finest metals, were so rarely removed that he'd forgotten they were there; they'd become apart of him. "N-nei, Danmark," Norway almost gasped at the thought. "This is all I have left! I cannot even wear the clothing from my homeland, your precious court has taken everything!" he reminded, his voice raising too high as he switched into his native-tongue. The servants seemed to be enjoying the sight as they quietly laughed as they watched the Norwegian 'lose it'.
"Norge… I'm sorry… I'll make sure to keep it in a safe place," Denmark murmured, reached up to undo the Mjölnir's platinum chain then slipped off his rings.
"Nei… Vennligst… Don't, Danmark.." He murmured, feeling the last few pieces of his home, of himself, being taken away from him and pocketed.
"I'm sorry," Denmark murmured sadly, but all Norway could hear was the cruel servants' disgusting laughter.