"Svana, Svana, Svana, Svana!" The Dane called out, rushing out of his room to the living room, where the Norwegian was lying on the couch, reading a book.
"I heard you the first time, what do you want?" She asked, her expression absent as she continued reading before flipping a page.
"Wanna go to a wedding?"
She blinked, glancing over at him after placing her thumb on the paragraph she was on. "A wedding?"
"Ja! One of my cousins is getting married and I was invited!" He nodded, "It's next month. So, you should come with me."
"Should I now…" She murmured, going back to get book, noticing he had moved to sit on the coffee table, watching her and patiently waiting for her answer. "Quit it."
"I'm not doing anything." He assured, before reaching to take the book away.
Frowning, she tightening her grip on the paperback, turning to looking at him.
"Come on, come with me! We can stay at my parents place and go have a time! We can just hang out and it'll be great. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?"
"You're so annoying," She huffed, "you should know by now that I'll go with you."
"Really? Awesome! I'll call my parents and see if we can stay with them." He said, digging out his phone after releasing her book.
"Knowing your parents, then may never let us leave." She murmured to herself, going back to her book. Needless to say, Mathias and his parents were quite similar, personality-wise.
"Come on, come on, we've work to do." Arthur called out, trying to get the make-up artists to hurry up, Svana stepped out of her chair once she was deemed presentable, hair done and make-up perfect before walking over the wait with Mathias.
"Ohhh, don't you look super foxy as usual!" He grinned.
Foxy? She furrowed her brow as she glanced up at him., "Have you been watching old American shows?" She asked.
"Hm… maybe. But you don-"
"I don't want to hear anymore slang." She interrupted, rubbing her forehead a bit.
"Headache?" He asked.
"It's probably just the lights." She assured with a yawn as Arthur barked at certain models to get into position.
"If ya say so." He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watched Arthur do this thing. Bossing people around seemed like a natural gift to the Brit. (That, and arguing with the French make-up artist.)
"Mathias! Svana! I need you both over here!" The Brit called out soon enough before the two Scandinavian's walked over. Needless to say, he liked them both together in a spot, they complimented each other. "Now, you here, you there, put your foot here Svana. Mathias, hands on her hips, put one hand in the back pocket. Now, get closer."
So demanding.
Mathias did as instructed, basically holding the Norwegian against him, hands on her, her holding his belt loops. You know, considering how much touching and holding modelling involved, Mathias was surprised to see Svana handle it so well. Growing up, she barely put up with him touching her, and never let anyone else. With this, he always seemed to have his hands on her one way or another.
Which he didn't really mind. For some reason, it bothered him when he saw her with other male models.
Svana did as instructed, making the right expressions and never minding the fact that her now roommate was holding her quite close. She could feel his breath on her cheek as she tilted her head to face the camera, moving her hands to his hair when instructed, turning to have her back against his chest. She felt her skin tingle when he played his hands on her exposed flesh, trying to focus on her work.
Come on, Svana, focus! This is no different from usual! Just take the damn photo already Arthur! What was with all the extra touching, huh?
Finally, (in her opinion) other models went up to do their own shoot, leaving the Scandinavians alone to watch. Svana still felt warm and slightly flustered, and for whatever the reason, she didn't know why! "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Hm? Oh sure. I'm gonna grab a coffee, want one?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She assured, before going off to the bathroom. She went in, turning on the sink to wash her hands, sighing slightly. Damn it, what was up with her today, anyway? She jumped when the shall behind her opened, sighing to see it was her friend, the who had given her cocaine the other night.
"Well, you look tired." Her friend commented, turning on the other sink to wash her hands.
"J-ja, I didn't get much sleep." She said, turning off the sink. "You seem energetic, as usual."
"Well, I've my magic powder." She grinned at her in the mirror. "Are you been using?"
"No. I haven't called your guy."
"Well why not? Svana, honestly, if you want it, you gotta go get it. You won't be as tired." She sighed dramatically, turning off the water to wipe her hands. "Do you want some now?"
"Ah, I think I'm okay for now…" The Norwegian said.
"Come on, you're obviously tired." She said, glancing over before digging into her purse and tossing the Norwegian a little baggie. "Here. 'Cause we're friends." She winked with a grin before leaving.
"I really don't ne-" But too late. She was gone. Svana frowned slightly, glancing down at the baggie now in her hands. Just a bit. And… ugh, she knew she shouldn't, but she was just so desperate for energy… A little bit wouldn't hurt. She'd just use what was in this bag and that was it. All done after that. She quickly snorted a line, walking back out to hide the baggie in her purse before going to the Dane.
"Oh! There you are!" Mathias grinned, passing her a cup. "Here, you've been yawning all day."
She blinked, carefully taking the cup, a comforting aroma of coffee filled her nostrils and warmed her fingers. Her lips twitched upwards slightly. "Thank you."
"Well, I figured you'd want it. You never not want coffee." He grinned. Hey! She looked even cuter with that sorta smile!
"Shut up Mathias." She punched his arm lightly for that. Idiot. "When's that wedding you want to drag me to?"
"Hm? Oh, like… next month? Lemme check." He said, grabbing his phone to search through and find the date. "It's on the eight."
"We should inform Arthur now, or well never hear the end of it." She said, taking a drink of her coffee as energy returned to her.
"ya think so? Alright. Yo, Arthur!" The Dane called, going over to the busy photographer without a second thought.
Svana sighed, but let him go on to talk to him, her eyes wandering the Dane before she caught herself. Why the hell was she doing that?!