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In hindsight Iceland had to admit storming away from Norway's house just before dinner and without his phone had been a rather impulsive decision. In hindsight breaking into Sweden's house and curling up on the man's sofa with absolutely drenched clothes to avoid Norway and the pouring rain outside was another stupid decision to add to the list, and so when Sweden came home and merely gave him a questioning look Iceland couldn't even bring himself to meet Sweden's eyes.
"Let's get you dry clothes before you catch your death."
"Sorry," Iceland mumbled back, despite how he could tell Sweden clearly wasn't even angry.
"Mhm," was Sweden's only reply in return.
Without much further conversation Sweden then led Iceland into his bedroom and began to look through the closets and drawers, in an attempt to find something which even had the remote chance to fit Iceland. It was no easy task, considering how much smaller Iceland's body was compared to Sweden's own, but to Iceland's relief Sweden was eventually able to hand Iceland a shirt which must has shrunken in the washing machine (there was no way Sweden could have fit in it), a pair of training shorts Iceland would be able to tie tightly around his waist, and a package of unopened boxers which Iceland couldn't help but to think were too suspiciously close to his size for Sweden to just have them laying around.
"There's towels in the bathroom, and you can hang up the wet clothes to dry there too. I'll heat up leftover pizza for us while you change."
Broken out of his thoughts Iceland nodded in answer and hurried over to the bathroom to change into the wonderfully dry clothes as soon as Björn had left the room. The embarrassed part of Iceland's brain felt awkward about changing into clothes which were still several sizes too big for him despite Sweden's best efforts, but the other part was just thankful of finally getting out of his wet clothes. The blue shirt Iceland had been given looked more like a tunic or short dress on his body, and the black training shorts - which without doubt were made to end somewhere on the thighs - reached far below Iceland's knees. He could live with that though.
Once finished Iceland then slowly made his way into the kitchen and sat down in what since long had been dubbed his chair, while the beep from the microwave signaled Iceland had arrived just in time for the food.
"Dinner," Sweden's familiar rumble told Iceland and placed down a plate with pizza to both Iceland and himself.
Iceland had to hold himself back from gobbling down the entire pizza in a mouthful. Funny how you sometimes didn't feel how hungry you were until you were already eating, wasn't it? With that said Iceland more than happily ate both a third and fourth slice of pizza.
"Hungry, I take it," Sweden smiled at him in amusement as Iceland began to eat on his fifth.
"Yepp, left before dinner."
"Suspected as much. Norway or Denmark?" Sweden asked, with the 'who did you have a fight with?' being the unspoken question.
"Norway," Iceland answered with a grimace. "Can I stay for the night?"
Iceland didn't feel like going back home or to Norway's place right now.
"Ja, just text Denmark or Norway first to let them know where you are. They'll be worried otherwise."
"…Forgot my phone when I left," Iceland admitted sheepishly.
Sweden wordlessly fished up his own phone from one of his many pockets and unlocked it before he handed it over to Iceland.
"Thanks."
"Mm."
Iceland sent Denmark a quick "Tell Norway I'm with Sweden. Sleeping over. /Ice", before handing back the phone to Sweden.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really. It was stupid."
"Don't need tell me about it unless you want to, but I doubt it was stupid if it made you angry enough to leave without phone or jacket in the middle of a rainstorm," Sweden pointed out and left Iceland to his own thoughts while he cleaned off the now empty plates from the table.
Iceland liked that about Sweden. He was the only one of his brothers who never tried to make Iceland say things he didn't want to, and… he made Iceland feel less stupid over getting angry. The fact Iceland could trust Sweden to let him come over to avoid the world for a little while without too many questions only helped Iceland's opinion about him, and though Iceland must have dozed off on the (now dry) sofa at some point during the night he didn't mind. It didn't even faze Iceland to wake up alone in the guestroom the next early morning, tucked in with his old favorite blanket and the realization that Sweden must have carried him to bed just like he used to do when Iceland was still young and small. With anyone else this would have embarrassed Iceland beyond belief, but with Sweden? He couldn't care less. Iceland trusted Sweden wouldn't tease him about it. Iceland was safe. He was content. He was not even that angry at Norway anymore.
Sometimes everything you need is a break from the one you're arguing with, and as Iceland slipped back to sleep he couldn't help but to feel thankful Sweden was someone he could always trust to provide him a safe place for that break without hesitation or too many questions.
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[. The End .]
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(A/N: Honestly, Sweden's and Iceland's relationship in canon is so underrated by the fandom.
There's a great deal of trust between them, and I really wish there were more fanworks in general which points it out.)
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