A/N: Saemund = Denmark and Njal = Norway. This will be stated later but I don't want you to be confused. I'm not really into describing them because its fanfiction, you should know what they look like at least. Sorry if you don't.
He was met with the same dull look as ever from his housemate. The small man had his back to the door (still swinging on its hinges and letting in an uncomfortable draft) with his head turned to the side. He stared at the man in the doorway from the corner of his visible eye, and was probably frowning from behind the chairs backrest that obscured the rest of him. He stared for a few more moments and turned his head back with a sigh.
"Njal. I brought food." The figure still in the open doorway said in a quiet, yet still somehow exuberant way.
"Well if you hadn't then you wouldn't be here, would you?" Njal said from behind the chair.
"No I… suppose not… but I brought three peasants! Isn't that quite something?"
"Have fun cooking all them yourself Saemund, I'm not fixing anymore than necessary." Njal said matter-of-factly.
The two sat down opposite each other at the long, wooden table.
One roasted pheasant laid in the middle, surrounded by, what Njal deemed, ridiculous amounts of decoration. Saemund claimed the various leafy greens were tasty and not just for show.
When Njal requested for him to eat one though, the resulting argument ended in Saemund being banned from preparing food, In order to save necessary ingredients of course.
The rest of the dinner went by in relative silence, save for the few birds flying in the rafters and the occasional thud of a cup being placed down. When the meal was finished, and the plates slid inwards, both remained seated.
"So Njal, was it stupendous? Or was it stupendous?" Saemund shouted, smiling wide and staring.
"It tasted like pheasant. So that was good I guess?" Njal offered, slightly nodding his head even though a frown took over his face. "It wasn't burnt or anything."
Saemund chuckled at this, though his eyes continued staring forward. He grinned even wider.
"I think that's the best compliment you've ever given me! Hey, this is getting somewhere! What a good start!" He yelled to the world, arms spread wide to illustrate his point.
Njal looked taken aback by this, whether from his volume or his words, Saemund didn't know. Njal was tough to figure out, and a week was not enough to hold much progress on the whole 'living-with-your-best-Norwegian-friend' thing.
Only occasional pillaging with a man means that you're not very acquainted with them when sober. Njal was no exception.
Saemund has seen him jump off a ship screaming bloody murder at nothing in particular, getting just as caught up in the adrenaline as every other man around. He's jumped off cliffs into the water below, just for the hell of it. He often downs twice as much mead as the average man, and once even decided to join the berserkers* in their frenzied fighting.
There was no disputing the insane, yet entertaining, side of the occasional drunk Njal encounter, but living with the man was in an entirely different genre.
Authors note(s): Finally some actual content! Complete with names! Although I do apologize, I'm not much of a funny, look at this cool shit yo, person. I try to be and probably fail, but ah well, I'm not much of a writer anyways.
Reasoning's: Norway is Njal because I have always liked the name Nils for him, but I went with a more period name for this, as the time frame is um… not modern. (Although I don't know. I am in no ways Norwegian or very informed about its names.) Also, I have read Njal's saga and I am going to use a bit of it. I just think it fits.
Denmark is Saemund because, while I like Matthias, everything else for him (in fanfiction) just doesn't sound right or belonging to the time frame. So I chose one that I liked from the time and yet still is easily read by the general populous. It was either Saemund or something like, Thorbjorn, which would've just sounded bad. (Sorry if any actual Thorbjorns are reading this, but I love your name can we be friends we can discuss reindeer and the war of 1812?)
Although these names came out of my Icelandic sagas... so if any Norwegians or Danes want to get up in arms then do so
*Berserkers: I have read that they get high off mushrooms then run into battle shirtless and are generally badass. Norway would do something like this in my mind.
Set around 930, which is (according to my books here) when Norway first came completely under Danish rule.