Late November, 1943, London, England

Lukas sat out in the wooded area as he waited for Mathias to come and join him. He was holding a small jar of vaseline in his hands, looking down at it while biting at his lip. He knew that they had decided to finally have sex that day, and he knew that was what he wanted. Yet he couldn't figure out why he was so nervous about it. If it was what they both wanted, why was it that he couldn't stop the anxiety of what was to come from gnawing at his stomach.

Mathias came up behind Lukas and put his hands over his eyes. "Guess who," he laughed, smiling widely. He laughed more as Lukas pulled his hands down and stared up at him, an almost blank look in his eyes. "Are you excited?" he asked, sitting next to him and kissing his cheek softly.

Lukas blushed from both the kiss and the indirect acknowledgement of what they were going to do soon. "Yes," he shyly admitted, looking away. He hated the fact that he was so dreadfully shy. It was almost painful to him. No one else in his family was anywhere near as shy as he was.

"So am I," the Dane said, grinning to Lukas. He then hauled the much smaller Norwegian man into his lap with a soft grunt. "Now I have you all to myself," he said, a lustful look in his eyes. "I've been waiting for months for this day."

"Oh, you have?" Lukas asked disbelievingly. "Months? Really?"

"What? You don't believe me?" Mathias asked, sticking his lower lip out.

"If you keep doing that thing with your lip, it will stretch out and you'll trip over it," Lukas simply stated. He looked over at Mathias, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "But yeah, so have I…"

Mathias laughed. "It's so weird hearing you say that you've been waiting for this as well. I mean, I've never taken you for the sexual type at all, so I always thought I'd never have a chance with you." He leaned in and kissed Lukas's cheek. "But damn, do I love hearing you say it."

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Can we just get on with it already? I'm developing a slight case of anxiety and I-" He didn't finish his sentence due to the fact that Mathias covered his mouth with his own.

Mathias had no intentions of stopping any time in the near future as his hands moved to Lukas's trousers, unbuttoning them. He slipped his tongue into Lukas's mouth as he reached into Lukas's boxers.

The Norwegian man moaned out softly and arched his back, gasping out when Mathias's fingers touched the tender skin of his member. He thrusted his hips slightly so it would go into Mathias's palm easier. His eyes fluttered closed as he opened his mouth wider for Mathias, feeling himself growing more and more aroused by the second.

Mathias found Lukas's odd behavior arousing, feeling himself growing harder and his own trousers becoming tighter in the groin area. He knew he would have to undo them soon. No, not soon. He had to do it at that moment. His hand went underneath Lukas and began to mess with the buttons on his trousers.

Lukas took a moment to move slightly and undo Mathias's buttons with a swift movement. He stuck his tongue into Mathias's mouth when the Dane gasped out in surprise. His hand reached into Mathias's pants and grabbed his length, squeezing slightly.

Mathias groaned out in pleasure. "Lukas," he half-moaned and half-whispered. He thrust his hips slightly and moaned out softly. "Your hands…"

"What about them?" Lukas softly asked, struggling to keep his voice even as Mathias stroked him. He moved to straddle Mathias's hips, making it easier for both of them. Soft moans escaped his mouth as he bucked his hips slightly. "God, Mathias, you're amazing!"

"I'm eager to please, my dear Lukas," he said, kissing along his lover's jawline and then down his neck. "And what I meant to say was your hands are almost magical. It's as if they have a magical feel to them." He trailed the kisses back up. "I've always gotten a magical vibe from you."

"Magic, you say?" Lukas asked between moans. "What about me is magical? Oh, God! Kiss me harder!" He moaned a little louder when Mathias did as told.

"There's some sort of Old Norse-y magical aura about you," Mathias tried to explain between kisses. "It's hard to explain." He looked up at Lukas as the Norwegian let out a light, airy laugh. "What?"

"It's just that my little brother thinks I'm magical," Lukas explained. He delicately stroked Mathias's length and licked down his neck, causing the Dane to shudder. "So I find it interesting that you find me magical as well."

"You've always been magical to me," Mathias said to him. He smiled, or at least tried to through the pleasure he was feeling. "Ever since the day we've met."

Lukas's mouth twitched into a slight smile as he thrust his hips toward Mathias's. He took his hand from Mathias's shaft and led it up to his tip, which he touched to his own tip. At the contact, he and Mathias both moaned out loudly and shuddered. He thrust his member into Mathias's as he mashed his lips into Lukas's. His tongue explored the inside of his lover's mouth and began to explore deeper and further.

Mathias gasped out. "I can't take it anymore," he sighed. "I have to have you. I have to."

Lukas pulled away, eyes widening. "Yes," he agreed. "I can hardly stand it either." He stood and walked over to a tree. "Can we do it standing up, Mathias?" He still held the jar of cold cream in his hand as he walked over to a tree and hugged it gently. "I have the cold cream ready."

"We can do it standing up," Mathias agreed, walking over. He took the jar from Lukas and dipped his fingers in before coating his member in it, shuddering at the feeling of it. He pulled the back of Lukas's trousers and boxers down. "Are you ready?"

Lukas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes," he softly said. "I'm ready." He then cringed when he felt Mathias's fingers go inside of him.

"Am I hurting you?" Mathias asked, concerned. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Lukas.

"No," Lukas gasped. "I just need to get used to this feeling is all." As soon as his body adjusted to it, he felt amazing. He felt like he wanted more. "Mathias, more," he softly said. "I want more."

Mathias removed his fingers and then paused. "Are you ready for this?" he asked. "It's bigger than my fingers, I can assure you of that," he softly said.

"Just fuck me," Lukas impatiently snapped.

Mathias put one last coat of cold cream on his member before inserting it. He cringed at Lukas's small cry of pain. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, panicked, as he tried to ignore the pleasure he was feeling.

Lukas shook his head, biting his lip. He was mentally cursing himself for crying out. It was true, Mathias was larger than his fingers, but Lukas was now feeling only pleasure coursing through his body. And he was loving every minute of it. He wanted more of it. "More," he practically begged. "I want more, Mathias."

Mathias blinked in surprise. "If you're sure," he said before he began slowly thrusting into him.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Lukas scoffed. "I know you can go faster than that."

And so it continued between the two for a few more minutes until they both leaned against the tree, panting. They had both pulled up their trousers in case someone were to come upon them, but neither had felt more in love than they did at that moment.

"I told you I was fine," Lukas stated, reaching over for Mathias's hand.

Mathias laughed airily. "I feel amazing," he said. "And it's all thanks to you, Lukas. You make me feel amazing." He leaned over and kissed him. "And how are you feeling?"

"Just fantastic," Lukas said, squeezing Mathias's hand. "We should definitely do this more often. I would love it."

"I concur," Mathias agreed with a nod. He sighed out happily. "You're amazing, Lukas. You feel amazing. You taste amazing. I just...I…" He bit his lip. "I love you."

Lukas's eyes widened in the realization of what Mathias had just said. "You...You love me?" he softly asked. Tears filled his eyes. He never thought he would ever have his feelings reciprocated so quickly. "I never thought I would hear you say that…"

"Why would you think that?" Mathias asked, confused. "I've been dying to say that for so long, but I had to wait for the right moment."

"I've loved you for awhile now," Lukas admitted. "I just had no way to tell you." He blushed. "So today I showed you." He crawled over to Mathias and sat on his lap. "Was that a satisfactory way of letting you know, my love?" he asked, caressing Mathias's cheek.

Mathias groaned softly in pleasure. "Lukas, it was much, much more than satisfactory," he said. "You were so perfect." He nuzzled Lukas's hand and smiled widely. "You've always been perfect to me. Ever since we've met, I've been trying to find a way to express to you how I feel."

Lukas replaced his hand with his own cheek, nuzzling Mathias's face with his own. "I love you too," he softly said before kissing Mathias's lips, his favorite addiction. His hand caressed Mathias's jawline as they kissed, feeling the slight stubble along it.

Mathias pulled Lukas closer as they kissed, pushing his tongue through his lover's lips. He smiled into it when Lukas opened his mouth, allowing him access. His tongue explored Lukas's mouth, taking in every curve and texture of it.

Lukas softly moaned, arching his back slightly. He broke off the kiss. "I think we've had enough of all of that," he softly panted. A small smile played on his lips as he looked up at Mathias. He held the Dane's face in his hands as he struggled to catch his breath. "You take my breath away, Mathias."

"Well I'll take that as a compliment," Mathias said, smiling. He panted as well, trying to catch his breath. "And you're right. I think sex is enough for today."

A small laugh escaped the Norwegian man's lips. He didn't realize he had laughed until he saw the smile on Mathias's face. "What?" he asked, playing it off as if he hadn't done anything.

"You should laugh more often," Mathias told him. "You have a nice laugh, you know."

Lukas blushed and looked away. "Thanks," he said, embarrassed.

"Don't tell me you're getting embarrassed now," Mathias laughed. "You're fine." He cuddled Lukas closer and sighed out happily. "I could easily live like this. With you. Forever."

"I feel the same," Lukas sighed out, leaning against Mathias. "I never want this night to end."

"Why is that?" Mathias asked.

"My first flight is tomorrow," Lukas answered. "It's my first real mission, and I'm scared out of my mind. My nerves are shot when it comes down to it. I've never done a real mission with real enemies out there. I'm terrified that I'll be shot down or something."

"Nothing is going to happen to you, Lukas," Mathias said with a smile. "You'll be just fine. Want to know how I know that?"

Lukas nodded and looked up at him. "Yes," he softly said, becoming less nervous. "I do."

"It's because you're Lukas Bondevik, and I believe in you," Mathias said, smiling. "I believe that you can do this. You're very smart. And when you focus, I know you can do anything you put your mind to. So yes, you'll do just fine tomorrow."

Lukas smiled a little more. "Thanks, Mathias. I needed that." He leaned up and kissed Mathias's cheek. "I love you."

Mathias smiled to himself. "I love you, too. Good luck tomorrow."

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Lukas was high up in the clouds the next day with the rest of the British air force. His squad was flying out very far, but he seemed to have fallen out of formation and gone off course. He had no idea where he was and lost connection with everyone else. By that point, he was beyond scared as he tried to find his way back to his squad.

"Squad leader, do you copy?" he said into his radio. His voice remained level and calm, masking the intense fear he was feeling. Having no idea where he was, he didn't know what planes were friends and what planes were foes. "Squad leader!" Still no response. This was not good.

A plane flew past Lukas, but it didn't look familiar to him. His heart began to race as two more flew past. This wasn't good at all. Were they enemy planes? Lukas began to silently panic. He was so scared that he couldn't even think straight.

Suddenly something hit one of his wings and his plane began to wobble a lot in the air as smoke billowed before his windshield. Lukas felt as if he were flying through a lot of turbulence, but he knew that it was just damage to his wing. He was terrified, but he just couldn't do anything. His other wing was suddenly hit and Lukas let out a sudden cry of fright, yet he mentally reminded himself to remain calm.

The plane was in a steady downfall, and Lukas had to close his eyes and brace himself for the impact as he tried to land it. Another hit to the bottom of the plane, and Lukas was nearly certain the enemy had taken out his landing gear. They really wanted to kill him. He blinked open his eyes and noticed that he was heading onto the land in front of a small cottage. All he could do was hope that he didn't hit the cottage.

The impact shattered the windows, sending glass shards flying at Lukas from all directions. He put his arms up to protect his face, but it wasn't much use. He could feel the glass embedded in his arms and every part of him that wasn't covered. But now was not the time to cry out in pain. He had to get to safety and fast. If he didn't, he knew the enemy was going to kill him.

Lukas moved his arms from his face and looked around. He fumbled with his seatbelt and got free from it within moments. Ignoring the pain of the glass in his legs and the rest of his body, he shakily stood and managed to climb out of the plane, only managing to get a few cuts on his hands from the broken glass.

He looked toward the cottage and saw a man and a woman standing outside of it. The man had dark brown hair with a part that stuck up in the front, and the woman had long, tawny hair. Lukas stumbled toward them.

"Please," he begged in English. "Please, you have to help me! I won't hurt you! Please! I didn't do anything wrong!" He fell to his knees, the pain in his legs too unbearable to take by that point. He had never felt a pain like this before in his life.

The woman looked to the man and spoke to him rapidly in a language that Lukas did not understand. She nodded a few times and then she and the man rushed over to him. They each gently grabbed one of his arms and pulled him to his feet.

"The planes have flown away for a moment," the man said in a thick German accent. "But they will be back. Please help us as best as you can. We can get you to safety if you can help us by trying to walk."

Lukas nodded. "Thank you." He ignored the pain in his legs and stumbled along with the man and woman into the house. "You have no idea how grateful I am."

"It is nothing," the woman said. She supported Lukas as the man went and opened a part of the wall, revealing a small room that wouldn't exist to a person who didn't originally know it was there. "Now, we're going to hide you in this room. We'll need you to stand up or a little while until all signs of danger are gone. Can you do that?"

Lukas nodded. "I think I can do that," he answered. He winced a little as he laced more of his weight in his legs. "How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure," the woman honestly answered. Her pea green eyes widened when she heard the planes landing outside. She turned to the man. "Roderich, help me get him in there!"

The man rushed over and helped lead Lukas into the small room. "Whatever you do, don't lean against the walls," he warned before closing Lukas in.

Lukas looked around the tiny room. His legs ached and he wanted to lean against a wall so bad, but he needed to pay attention to that man's warning. The man and woman seemed to understand more about these things than he did.

Soon there was a loud knock on the door and muffled voices speaking once more in that language that Lukas didn't understand. He did notice that it sounded like German. That scared him even more. He was shot down by Germans! His heart pounded as he heard footsteps all around the room he was in.

Then the knocking and pounding began. Lukas then understood why the man told him not to lean against the walls. His heart wouldn't stop pounding as he began to feel lightheaded. This was not good. He hoped the Germans would leave soon.

Just as Lukas was starting to lose consciousness, he heard the voices fade and the front door open and shut. He hoped that meant it all was over. The wall opened and the woman hurried in. She had a worried expression on her face before it blurred to Lukas and everything went black. All he heard after that was her horrified scream.

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Two Days Later, Small Austrian Town, 1943

Lukas woke up on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. He looked around for his mother. She had to be somewhere. "Mom!" he called out in Norwegian. He moved his arm and winced, gasping out in pain. His arms and legs were on fire. He looked to see that they were bandaged up with no skin showing at all. "Mom!" he called out again, his voice cracking with fear.

The woman with tawny hair entered the room. "Mr. Bondevik, you're awake," she softly said in English. "I'm glad to know that you're okay."

Lukas began to worry. How did he know English? He had never studied it, yet he knew exactly what she was saying. "How do you know my name?" he asked, looking at her. He pulled the blanket up over him.

The woman pulled out his pilot's license from her pocket. "It says so right here. Your name is Lukas Bondevik. You are twenty-three years old, born on May 17, 1920."

"No, that can't be right," Lukas said, shaking his head slowly. "That can't be right at all. I'm only seventeen…"

"What's that?" the woman asked.

"It's only 1937, right?" Lukas asked, looking up at her. "There's no way it can be six years later. My mom just got married."

"I don't know anything about that, but it's 1943. You're a pilot for the British air force, and you were shot down two days ago," the woman said. "Now, about me, my name is Elizaveta Edelstein. My husband's name is Roderich Edelstein. We saved you from the Germans."

"How did I get to the British air force?" Lukas asked, trying to wrap his head around the idea of him even being in the sky in a plane.

"I have no idea, Mr. Bondevik," Elizaveta softly said. "Are you hungry at all?"

Lukas thought about it. His stomach was hurting. "Yes," he decided. He wondered what kind of food Elizaveta and Roderich would feed him.

"I'll give you really easy to digest food," she softly said. "Maybe some toast and fruit? Does that sound good?"

Lukas nodded. "That sounds perfect," he softly said. His stomach began to growl at just the thought of it. He wondered what kind of fruit they would give him. But he honestly didn't care at the moment. He just really wanted food.

"Elizaveta?" Lukas asked, suddenly feeling the pain of it. "Why does my head hurt so bad?"

"Well after we rescued you, you passed out and you had a pretty nasty fall," Elizaveta softly said. "Since I am skilled in nursing, I was able to patch you up. I also took care of the cuts on your arms and legs and torso." She frowned. "I am so sorry that you had to go through that."

Lukas shrugged. "At least the worst is over, right?" He sighed. "But what am I supposed to do now? I don't know where my mom is. If it really is six years later, then I don't even know what's going on…"

"Roderich and I can try to catch you up," Elizaveta sighed. "Well at least on world events." She bit her lip, worried. "I just hope we don't upset you." Her shoulders shrugged. "We'll get you caught up as best as we can, but the rest will be up to you, Mr. Bondevik."

"Call me Lukas," he said. "I would prefer to be on familiar terms with you."

Elizaveta smiled. "Thank you, Lukas," she said. "I would prefer that as well." She nodded to him. "I'll go and get your food. Would you like some music? We have a small radio in here."

"That would be nice," he said.

Elizaveta turned on the radio and left the room.

A familiar-sounding tune filled the room, but it was the ending of the song. It was so familiar, yet Lukas couldn't put a name to it. He couldn't figure out how he knew it either. It sounded newer. He listened closely to the lyrics, hoping to find some meaning in it or some way to find out how he knew it.

"Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?"

Familiar enough, but he still didn't know why it meant so much to him.