Basically, Svana started to use all her free time to keep the Dane company. He was like a little kid who had scraped his knee and just wanted someone to kiss his injury away and hug him. So, she had gotten him beer and, more or less, got drunk with him, listened to him complain and had drunkenly added in her two cents about his cunty ex-girlfriend.

"Ya know, she was so freakin' jealous of ya!" He snorted, talking a drink of his beer.

"I knew it. Totally knew it." She snorted.

"Oh ja, she thought we were bangin' too!" He laughed.

She raised a brow, "Are you serious? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"I know, right?" After all, Svana was nothing more than his best friend! And the fact that his now ex-girlfriend had suspicions that he and his best friend were involved with each other seemed absolutely hilarious! Seriously?! Him and Svana? Can you even imagine it?

"That's what happens when you go after someone who speaks a different language than you." She said, finishing her beer before setting the can on the coffee table.

"What's that gotta do with it? You speak a different language." He laughed, finishing his beer before tossing the can to the recycling. "And I know English anyway."

"That's different. Norwegian's close enough to Danish, unfortunately, and we're not dating. She was a bitch anyway."

"Now that I look back, she really was. She was soooooooo bossy, and she never stopped picking at everything!" He sighed. "Whatever. I kinda wish it had ended sooner." It really was nice to have this weight lifted off. Sure, he had been depressed and very un-Mathias like after that mess of a break-up... but with Svana sticking around and keeping him company and listening to him go on and on about it, he had started to feel better about it an started acting more like himself in no time. "And now I got an awesome flatmate." He grinned.

"Oh right. We're flatmate's now. How did that happen...?" She mumbled.

"You insisted! 'Cause you caaaaare about me!" He hugged her tightly, grinning stupidly as he did.

"Huh. Is that what it is?" She teased lightly, earning a pout from the Dane. "It's easier and you practically lived here anyway." After all, where else was he going to go? He had no family in the city, some close friends, but none with room to spare. She, on the other hand, had plenty of room in her place, along with an extra room that could be used as a spare bedroom, which she had offered right after the break-up. So, why the hell not? It made rent easier, at least.

"Mhm! I like it here." He quickly smiled again, resting his head on her shoulder, sighing happily. "Thanks Svan, I'd probably be stuck in some crappy motel drinking alone if it weren't for you."

She blinked. "Well... you're welcome, I guess. You'd do the same if I was in your shoes."

"Yer damn right I would!"

She felt her lips twitch slightly. "Come on, go to bed. I have to work tomorrow and I need you to drive me." And she could feel his body relaxing.

"Fine. Night, Svan." He murmured, tightening his hold on her slightly in what was meant as a hug before getting up and going to his new room.

"Good night." She watched him go to his room, before getting up to pick up the empty beer cans on her coffee table. She put them in the recycling, before going to prepare for bed as well.

"I gotta say, you only work a couple of hours a day. That's pretty sweet." Mathias grinned the next day, driving the Norwegian to work.

"Maybe you should get into it." She said, meaning it as a joke. (She had such a serious tone in her voice, it was usually hard to tell.)

"Hahahaha! Maybe I should!" He grinned, parking putside the building. "Can I come in? Just to see?"

"Ah... I guess." She shrugged. It didn't seem like a big deal, and she was sure no one would mind. He would start chatting up everyone and make friends in no time, as usual.

"Sweet!" He grinned, shutting off the engine before they both stepped out.

Svana led him up the building, walking in and immediately being rushed to change and makeup, no one paying attention the the Dane. He waved her off, looking around. Wow, so this is where she worked all the time? Not what he... well, he actually didn't really know what to expect. It was just an empty white room, a few stations set up for hair and make-up, a couple of backgrounds and what looked like a billion articles of clothing. He whistled to himself, blue eyes wandering.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked as she walked over, now dressed with her make-up on and hair done up in some famous fashion from elsewhere.

"Well, don't you look so pretty. All fancied up!" He chuckled, pinching her cheek lightly before she swatted his hand away.

"They just did my make-up, don't make them do it again." She said, pushing her bangs aside.

"Svana, we need you over here, please." The photographer called out.

"Ohhh, I get to see you in action!" Mathias laughed, earning himself an elbow in the rib.

"Shut up." She shook her head, turning around to walk off. As she took a step, her foot caught one of the many light cords, causing her to fumble before Mathias grabbed her quickly, pulling her against him.

"Whoa, Svan! You alright?" He asked, holding onto her as he glanced down at her.

"A-ah, ja, I just tripped." She nodded up at him, blinking when a flash went off. She furrowed her brow, glancing over to see the photgrapher had decided to capture the moment.

"Yes! That's prefect!" He announced, snapping pictures before stepping closer. "You. Who are you?"

"Um... Mathias Køhler. I'm Svana's friend." The Dane smiled as Svana stepped out of his hold.

"Arthur Kirkland, and is that so? Svana, what company does he work in?" Arthur asked, glancing down at the Norwegian.

"Wha- no. He isn't a model, he's a carpenter." She explained as Arthur walked around the Dane, looking him over, touching his arms, looking at his face and so on.

"Hm..." The Brit nodded, taking the taller man's chin in hand and tilting his face. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

"Ah, nope!" The Dane said, shaking his head with the photographer holding his chin still.

"You should come and model then. You'd be perfect for this shoot."

Svana frowned slightly. "Arthur, I highly doubt Mathias would want-"

"Sure! We can do that!" Mathias nodded, smiling. Hey, look! He could spend the whole day with Svana now!

"Good. Victoria, get him into make-up." Arthur announced, guiding the Norwegian over to her spot. "Svana, we'll do some shots with you before we add your friend in. Where on earth did you find him and why didn't I know?"

"We grew up together... And are you really just going to shove him in like that?" She asked.

"Why not? We'll see how it works out, and if the big boss likes him and he wants to join in, then he's a keeper. And we don't mind many who come in randomly looking like that! Now, sit here. Good." And with that, he began to instruct what he wanted from her.

She was still completely confused. Whatever the hell just happened, it had escalated quite quickly. Mathias was currently being looked over and fiddled with, before going to the set, alongside with Svana.

"Good, I like you both together already." Arthur nodded, instructing the two Scandinavians on what to do.

"Well... that was unexpected." Svana said once they left. Seriously, how did all that happen again?

"I know! How weird was that? But it was fun. Don't cha think?" He grinned, looking at the card Arthur had given him. Needless to say, Mathias had been offered a full time job as a model, if he was interested. Considering how well this session had gone, the photographer was basically begging him to sign up for it.

"It was different." She shrugged. But seriously, how did that happen? Arthur even told him that he'd get him an agent! And Mathias had... well... agreed! Sure, Mathias was quite good-looking, but him as a model...? it was never something that had crossed her mind.

"That's so easy. Put on clothes, smile for the camera and bam! It's done! So easy!"

"Mhm. Pays well too."

"You think I should do it?"

"Well... it's up to you, really. If you want to."

"Hm... I dunno." He shrugged. "It's fun, and easy, and if it doesn't work out, I can just go back to my trade." But he was told to expect a call tonight about an agent and whatnot, so... he'd just have to see!

"All things to consider." She nodded.

"Hey, I always meant to ask, how'd you get into it? Modelling?" He asked as they reached his truck.

"My Mom put me through pageants throughout high school. I was offered a contract when I finished high school, and I've been doing it since." She explained.

"Oh yeah! Too bad you moved back to Norway after middle school. I would've gone to see 'em." They had grown up as neighbours in Copenhagen, thus how they knew each other, but she had moved to back to her home country of Norway when they were fourteen. But had reunited here in London. Big surprise to him! It was completely by accident too, and this was went she was started to get big in the modelling world!

"They weren't anything too special." She assured.

"Still." He grinned. Damn... this was awesome! Now he'd be able to work with his best friend! Now awesome was that?!