100 Days of NorIce
Prompt 81- Summer Haze
SUMMER (noun): The warmest season of the year, in the northern hemisphere from June to August and in the southern hemisphere from December to February.
HAZE (noun): 1. Atmospheric moisture, dust, smoke or vapour that diminishes visibility.
2. A vague or confused state of mind.
The warm summer sun shone through the lush green canopy and dappled the soft ground marked only by animal trails. There was a pleasant light breeze in the clear mountain air and the sound of bird song echoed through the thick forests of Norway.
"What are we doing here, Noregur?"
The blond nation looked back over his shoulder to his smaller lover, who was struggling up the rocky path behind him. The gurgling and crashing of a small waterfall filled the air along with a fine cool spray of water from their left. The rocks were damp but not slick, and if one was careful then they could climb up. Norway gave a soft smile and Iceland very nearly slipped, but caught himself.
Flushing furiously, Iceland tried to glare at his older brother, but failed when he instead stared at the light that was coming in through the trees behind Norway, and the way the bright spots played across his brother's aristocratic face and through his golden hair, shining off the cross barrette he always wore.
"Is something wrong, lillebror?" There was a definite hint of teasing in that tone. Iceland snapped back into focus, blushing even harder. His natural shy nature quailed in mortification at the idea that Norway had known what he'd just been thinking of.
"Nothing, nothing." The silver haired nation mumbled, striding up the last few steps and pushing past Norway. "You never answered my question. Why are we here?"
"Whoever said that we are here for a reason?"
Iceland glanced over incredulously. "You never do anything without at least a dozen reasons backing up the action!"
"What if I do not have a reason this time?" Norway inquired smoothly, sliding his arms around Iceland from behind, crossing them over his younger brother's lithe chest (which was currently wearing only a pale blue t-shirt- it was too hot out to be wearing anything heavier).
Iceland threw off Norway's arms, stating firmly, "You always have a reason."
Norway pouted internally, but caught up to his little lover quickly as Iceland had picked a random direction and stalked off in annoyance. When Iceland stopped at the base of a small rocky overhanging, Norway crept up behind him, watching his lover for a few minutes as Iceland tiredly breathed hard. Iceland yelped when he was suddenly picked up and slung over his brother's shoulder.
"Wha-? Noregur!"
Iceland struggled against his brother for several minutes before relaxing his muscles and letting Norway take him to…wherever he was taking him. The Icelandic nation was once again reminded of the fact that, despite his lean build, Norway was still very strong. Not that Iceland wasn't strong also (at least when compared to humans), Norway was geographically larger, had a more bloody history, had a larger population, and had fighting experience. This all equalled Norway being physically a lot stronger than him. Damn it.
When Norway finally set him down on the ground, Iceland was about ready to rip into him about his treatment of other people. He opened his mouth, ready to speak and glared at his older brother through enchanting lilac eyes alive with fury, when Norway just pointed. Sufficiently distracted, Iceland looked to see what Norway was pointing at before thinking the action through and remembering that he was supposed to be mad at his older brother.
The place where Norway had stopped overlooked a large section of mountains and valleys, with a huge blue lake below them. All around Iceland could see numerous waterfalls cascading down into the lake, which undoubtedly flowed out into the sea. The mystical forests and colourful flowers surrounded them, the sun sweeping down and highlighting the whole image with a golden haze.
Iceland had heard many humans describe Norway as a beautiful country- they didn't do him justice.
This time when Norway embraced him from behind and rested his head on the younger nation's shoulder, Iceland didn't throw him off.
"It's beautiful…" he whispered softly, previous anger completely forgotten.
"Is that a compliment?" Norway asked teasingly, ignoring the view in favour of watching Iceland's gorgeous face from the corner of his eyes.
Iceland didn't even bother getting annoyed; instead he turned around suddenly in his lover's arms and hooked his own around Norway's neck, pulling the blond down into a heated kiss.
Norway was initially taken aback, but quickly kissed his little one's soft pink, pouty lips. He ran a tongue across them and gently nibbled Iceland's bottom lip until he was granted entrance. He slid his tongue around the warm cavern, Iceland's delicious taste lingering when he pulled away- to a soft whine from his little one- and blew gently across the face of the beautiful being in his arms.
Iceland's hazy eyes, darkened to a deep violet, looked half-lidded back up at him. His mouth was still partly open, pouty lips clinging onto Norway's sweet and spicy taste (Iceland could never put a name to it, at the time it was sweet and sugary and then a wonderful tangy aftertaste came- it somehow fitted his older brother).
As Norway pressed him up against a tree and ravished his mouth again, Iceland mumbled, "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"
Norway looked up from trailing his hands across Iceland's bare chest, the smaller nation's t-shirt having disappeared somewhere while he had been occupied with the sensations in his mouth. Norway smirked in a way that made Iceland's insides quiver, and leaned to lick lightly around Iceland's right outer ear's shell, huffing his warm breath onto it. A seductive voice purred into Iceland's ear.
"So what if it was?"
Okay, this isn't really traditional fluff, I know. But it is less angsty than the others! Seriously, this took far longer to write than the others. It was like pulling teeth, how difficult it was not to get some angst in there somewhere. But I did it! My first more...romantic chapter, because I see Norway as a romantic man- even if he goes about it rather unconventionally. This is also as graphic as it's going to get.
A big thank-you to JustMakeLeftTurns and cuzimafreak who took the time to review!
The idea for 'Summer Haze' was: one, I had to get a somewhat fluffy chapter in there, and two, the idea is that this is very close to canon- I have tried to keep Iceland and Norway in character as much as possible (because I don't think they could pull off a traditional fluffy scene without some amount of sarcasm or awkwardness in there, they just aren't those types of characters- but it does make the romantic scenes between them all the more sweeter).
Norway has taken Iceland on a trip up one of his mountains, near one of his homes (hence why they have no equipment with them, they are very near to safety and likely have not gone that far- at least for a nation- and as nations they are very safe because Norway is in Norway and Iceland isn't going to come to any harm with his older brother there). Norway then shows/forcibly takes Iceland to the top of a cliff where there is an amazing view- and then Iceland shows his appreciation of Norway's sweet actions. Yeah...that's pretty much it...
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~Variegata~