That same day...
Mathias trembled, clutching a table leg to his chest. He'd been using the table leg as a weapon, evidenced by the blood on the sharp and pointy end. He wasn't sure how long he had been here. He was terrified to find out. He looked a disaster, covered in cuts and bruises. He had a bandage over his left arm, covering a particularly nasty wound he'd gotten from one of those deformed staff things managing to steal his axe from him (Yes, he had carried his battle axe into an IKEA. Nobody knew how this was allowed, but he did it every time.) and nearly severing his arm off with it. He had a smaller lamp just poking out of his IKEA backpack, lighting his way. It wasn't plugged into anything, but he was too exhausted to question a good thing.
With shaking knees, he continued on through the darkness. He whimpered in pain whenever he had to move his left arm to push his hair out of his face. He was too paranoid that something would attack him if he was unarmed for even a moment, however, so he did anyway. His hair had stopped defying gravity sometime in the last week, so it constantly fell in his eyes.
Denmark paused suddenly, gaping at what he saw. In the distance, there was a light on. Hope! He gripped his table leg tighter as he excitedly sprinted toward the lights. He hadn't felt this hopeful about anything since he left home. His quick footsteps echoed loudly through the store. A few minutes later, he'd finally reached the light. It seemed like someone had built a fortress out of IKEA furniture.
Above the fortress, a sign hung from the ceiling. It read, Lockers. Mathias stood there, gaping at it all in amazement. Then he noticed the noise. People were inside, talking. He walked up to the doors, knocking. A red eye looked through the peephole. There was a gasp, and the doors were thrown open.
Before Mathias stood someone who looked almost exactly like Norway, wearing (adorable) bunny pajamas. The stranger, however, had the previously mentioned red eyes, as well as red hair. Where Lukas had a floating hair 'fjord', the doppelganger had one as well, though it split off into two curls. The odd looking man grinned wide (which looked out of place yet simultaneously stunning on Lukas's face), throwing his arms around a confused Denmark.
"Dane!" The stranger exclaimed, before pulling away, looking quite annoyed (which looked significantly more normal). "I was so worried about you! Don't you ever go out that close to dark without me again! And I mean it, Dane, never ever in forever! Not even once, okay?! Now come on~!" He huffed, taking Mathias's hand in a death grip, slamming the doors behind them as he dragged the Danish man toward a row of beds, only one of which was empty.
Mathias stared down at him, absolutely puzzled. "Um... Lukey...? Wha...? I mean- I definitely won't. Not at all."
The stranger sighed, nodding. "You must be tired. I'm- I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was just so worried and... oh, who cares! I'm so happy you're back~! I was sure you were a goner!" He tightly hugged Denmark, squeezing the air out of his lungs in the process. He smiled, nuzzling into his chest, before his gaze turned murderous. "Never ever leave my side again..."
Denmark, still pretty lost and a little intimidated now, nervously nodded, hugging back. "I mean, I won't, sure. But... er, who... are you...? And why are ya so happy to see me...?"
The Norwegian paused, giggling and waving the question off. "Don't be silly, Dane~! You know me, I'm Loki! Your boyfriend!"
Mathias blushed lightly, still a bit confused, but hey- this Loki guy, who looked almost exactly like Lukas, was all over him, claiming to be his boyfriend. He hadn't seen Norway in maybe, what, three weeks? He couldn't resist nodding along and saying, "Right, sorry. I didn't recognize ya for a minute there, babe. Happy to see ya too."
Loki blushed, grinning like a completely infatuated nerd. He grabbed Denmark, pushing him down onto the empty bed and sitting right on top of him. "You're so silly sometimes~!" He leaned down, roughly kissing him. Mathias was frozen with shock, unsure what exactly to do. On one hand, he loved Lukas and didn't want to be with anyone else, and this wasn't Lukas- hell, he barely even knew this Loki guy.
On the other hand, Loki looked just like Lukas, who was insanely hot, and his mouth (somehow) tasted like motherfucking chocolate! That was like heaven to Mathias after two weeks of just Swedish meatballs! After a moment, he decided to kiss back, finally dropping his table leg and resting his hands on Loki's hips as the Norwegian's hands ran through his hair.
Loki pulled away after a minute, panting lightly. He hummed contentedly, resting his head on Denmark's chest. "Huh, weird. You don't taste like cigarettes anymore."
Mathias shrugged, deciding to go along with it. "Ran out earlier today."
He nodded, apparently satisfied with his answer. "Good." He sat up, pulling Denmark closer until he was sitting up as well, Loki in his lap. The Norwegian smiled down at him, hands resting on his chest, before kissing him hard. They were lucky to have not woken anyone up with all the other things they had done that night, but by the end of it all, Loki was content, asleep in Mathias's arms. Yet the Dane could not sleep, guilt settling uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach as he held Loki in his arms, as if he truly loved him as he loved Lukas.