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( when it comes to the cold, denmark has mixed feelings. yes; it's in his blood. he's nordic, snow and ice and freezing weather are a fact of life, something deep in his bones and as old as he is. on the other hand, it's cold. the best part of the middle of winter is being away from it; his earliest memories are dim longhouses in the darkest parts of winter, listening to tales and staring unfocused at the smoke, warm under furs…
and centuries later, things aren't all that different. denmark's house — manor, really — is bigger now, with windows and art and other fine things he likes to be around: but there's still a fire, and it's still winter, and dark, and cold everywhere but here. the downside of a large house is it's more difficult to heat, so denmark's barricaded them in the master bedroom with bread and other food, dismissed the servants, and built up the fire to last the night; then he ruins any elegant atmosphere this may have conjured up by flopping onto the bed like a whale breaching the ocean's surface. )
[ Norway is more fond of the cold, something that hardly needs to be stated at this point. Winter is an unavoidable fact that requires preparation and strength; both of which Denmark does not have, or so Norway used to tease. So it doesn't bother him when certain parts of Denmark's house become chilled. All of Denmark's complaining could be solved with a less opulent house, anyway.
Despite all of that, he does not protest when Denmark suggests a way to get warm. He becomes preoccupied with the food on the table—more than a night's worth—and stuffs his face with the bread. He hardly bothers to finish swallowing it before he talks; this is hardly meant to be formal. ]
Like ya don't know. So he goes to Sweden and gets the throne after his dad. 'course they mindlessly give him their gold and silver, and he felt bad enough for 'em that he let them have good seasons. He becomes rich and popular but the air there's so bad that he loses the will to live and keels over. Now, ya think Sweden's smart enough to get a clue?
( of course he knows. although he prefers to leave the tellings to others he knows the stories back to front, any version you'd care to name. but he likes making norway tell them. likes norway talking, likes watching him talk, and listening to him talk. there's a sentimental thought in there somewhere, but denmark doesn't know how to articulate it. he rolls ungainly on the feather mattress, floundering a bit, and tries to reach the cheese on the table without actually getting up. )
He ain't smart enough to get a thing. Or rich and popular. ( lately popular makes him think of wars and allies — denmark grunts a bit and gives up on his quest for cheese. ) What happens when he dies?
[ If there is anything that can persuade Norway to say more than usual, it's stories. It's only natural to him, and likely to the rest of them. This is how they used to keep track of things, their pasts, their lives.
When he notices Denmark going for the cheese, he picks up a portion and eats it with his bread. ]
Freyr's closest men find him dead, but Sweden's too blind to notice. They trick him and tell him Freyr's busy and collect the taxes on their own. Three years he doesn't notice a thing, and doesn't even burn the body. S'why Sweden's house is cursed now. [ After his story, he grabs another bit of cheese and makes himself at home on the bed, tossing the cheese to Denmark. ]
Hmm! ( denmark says in the end, pretending to think and consider the morals of the tale; he's also going for the cheese and breaking a smaller piece off with his fingers, which he tosses into his mouth with relish. )
When I was a kid I didn't think he was so dumb, ( he says with his mouth full, almost apologetically like it's a moral failing, ) but I wonder how the people who told the sagas knew even back then! Those guys were pretty clever!
( with some effort — it's a feather mattress, after all; you kind of sink — he shifts over, helped along by norway's loving assistance, and pops the rest of the cheese in his mouth as he does. )
I ain't dense at all, I'm generous and trustin' of my friends. Ex-friends. ( he corrects quickly, because he sure does hate sweden now, but he still has to remind himself a little. )
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by married i'm just going to assume you meant 1790s yep
and centuries later, things aren't all that different. denmark's house — manor, really — is bigger now, with windows and art and other fine things he likes to be around: but there's still a fire, and it's still winter, and dark, and cold everywhere but here. the downside of a large house is it's more difficult to heat, so denmark's barricaded them in the master bedroom with bread and other food, dismissed the servants, and built up the fire to last the night; then he ruins any elegant atmosphere this may have conjured up by flopping onto the bed like a whale breaching the ocean's surface. )
Tell the one about Freyr next!
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Despite all of that, he does not protest when Denmark suggests a way to get warm. He becomes preoccupied with the food on the table—more than a night's worth—and stuffs his face with the bread. He hardly bothers to finish swallowing it before he talks; this is hardly meant to be formal. ]
Like ya don't know. So he goes to Sweden and gets the throne after his dad. 'course they mindlessly give him their gold and silver, and he felt bad enough for 'em that he let them have good seasons. He becomes rich and popular but the air there's so bad that he loses the will to live and keels over. Now, ya think Sweden's smart enough to get a clue?
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He ain't smart enough to get a thing. Or rich and popular. ( lately popular makes him think of wars and allies — denmark grunts a bit and gives up on his quest for cheese. ) What happens when he dies?
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When he notices Denmark going for the cheese, he picks up a portion and eats it with his bread. ]
Freyr's closest men find him dead, but Sweden's too blind to notice. They trick him and tell him Freyr's busy and collect the taxes on their own. Three years he doesn't notice a thing, and doesn't even burn the body. S'why Sweden's house is cursed now. [ After his story, he grabs another bit of cheese and makes himself at home on the bed, tossing the cheese to Denmark. ]
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When I was a kid I didn't think he was so dumb, ( he says with his mouth full, almost apologetically like it's a moral failing, ) but I wonder how the people who told the sagas knew even back then! Those guys were pretty clever!
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Move over. [ He doesn't wait for Denmark to respond before trying to push him to one side of the bed. ]
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I ain't dense at all, I'm generous and trustin' of my friends. Ex-friends. ( he corrects quickly, because he sure does hate sweden now, but he still has to remind himself a little. )