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( it's kind of like, don't get him wrong! if there's anything denmark loves it's spending time with his best friend! even if that means he has to leave his rental car at the bottom of some dumb, lame mountain, and hike forever, and drink all the beer he'd brought on the way instead of when he arrived because the cans were getting heavy, and there are bugs everywhere, and he gets rocks in his boots twice, which shouldn't even be possible because these are some pretty tall boots.
all this to surprise nor with his best friend to make his camping trip even better! shit! nor had better be really grateful! denmark likes the outdoors, sure, but not when it gets all… slant-y… like this. mountains. nothing good has ever come from mountains. he's grumbling to himself, a right proper sulk, by the time he makes it to the top, or the flat part, or whatever, the part where nor's shitty little cabin is, and he very nearly grumbles his way into the middle of the scene that is set before him when he arrives, which is…
which… is…
is…
i s . . . )
Nor… your goats are deformed…!
all this to surprise nor with his best friend to make his camping trip even better! shit! nor had better be really grateful! denmark likes the outdoors, sure, but not when it gets all… slant-y… like this. mountains. nothing good has ever come from mountains. he's grumbling to himself, a right proper sulk, by the time he makes it to the top, or the flat part, or whatever, the part where nor's shitty little cabin is, and he very nearly grumbles his way into the middle of the scene that is set before him when he arrives, which is…
which… is…
is…
i s . . . )
Nor… your goats are deformed…!
[ It's a tradition more than anything. He comes up once every couple decades or so, to this isolated clearing undisturbed for a long while. He'll sit on his porch and discuss recent events with his friends ('The elks need the disco poles'—), watch their rituals, greet the new creatures. Iceland is the only he's ever discussed it with, and yet— ]
Get outta there, you! [ Faster than he does most things, he's grabbing the back of Denmark's collar and pulling him back from the bonding moment. ] Don't make any loud noises.
Get outta there, you! [ Faster than he does most things, he's grabbing the back of Denmark's collar and pulling him back from the bonding moment. ] Don't make any loud noises.
( it's an attack, right? these deformed livestock and elks are trying to kill nor, right? that's the only reason why he's surrounded, the enemy has gotten —
denmark's understanding and building attack are cut off by a mysterious yet familiar choking feeling as he's suddenly yanked and dragged away. this is perplexing and yet familiar, and he uses the last of his oxygen to shout out: ) Don't run away! I'll kill them all for ya!
denmark's understanding and building attack are cut off by a mysterious yet familiar choking feeling as he's suddenly yanked and dragged away. this is perplexing and yet familiar, and he uses the last of his oxygen to shout out: ) Don't run away! I'll kill them all for ya!
[ He's about to close his hand over Denmark's mouth after his shouting, preferably over his nose as well to cut him off completely, but a distinct silence rings out before he can. When he looks back, there's a cloud of dust and the two creatures are gone.
He promptly drops Denmark on the ground. ]
Now he's gotta wait another thirty years.
He promptly drops Denmark on the ground. ]
Now he's gotta wait another thirty years.
( denmark lands in a very undignified heap with an oof!, scrambling to his feet with speed and reflexes he usually doesn't show much anymore, because the kind of kidding around between best friends doesn't lend itself to fighting instincts of course! … and then he realises that the stuff he's gotta fight has suddenly vanished, and he's all grins again. )
Hah! Nor, look, I scared 'em off an' saved ya! ( SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR A HUG he decides, going in for one as he adds: ) Forget about thirty years, it'll be three hundred!
Hah! Nor, look, I scared 'em off an' saved ya! ( SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR A HUG he decides, going in for one as he adds: ) Forget about thirty years, it'll be three hundred!
[ The irritation Norway feels cannot be expressed on his face, rather in a sort of dark aura around his person if that is at all possible. It is also manifested in his fist lunging against Denmark's stomach before enough contact for a hug can be made. ]
Think'a how the foal feels. He's gonna be the runt, 'n no girls'll want him. Ya can relate.
Think'a how the foal feels. He's gonna be the runt, 'n no girls'll want him. Ya can relate.
I ain't a runt! I'm only a centimeter shorter than Sve and he cheats! ( denmark manages to wheeze, even as he collapses and attempts to spring back up again, because this is clearly the important part of whatever the hell nor just said.
once he's on his feet again — he's like one of those inflatable punching bags — he brushes grass stains off his trouser legs and is all smiles again. ) What foal? Ya mean the goat?
once he's on his feet again — he's like one of those inflatable punching bags — he brushes grass stains off his trouser legs and is all smiles again. ) What foal? Ya mean the goat?
[ He steps back before Denmark even gets back up, knowing what to expect, and then promptly crosses his arms to avoid any unnecessary touching. ]
Do ya know what a goat looks like? [ He sighs; it's really so obvious. ] How'd ya get here? Weren't invited.
Do ya know what a goat looks like? [ He sighs; it's really so obvious. ] How'd ya get here? Weren't invited.
I came to surprise ya by seeing me. You're always sayin' I gotta appreciate mountains more, so now we're havin' a great best friends camping trip together! ( he even spreads out his arms — look at me enjoying being on top of a mountain — as he makes his grand proclamation. ) I already rescued ya from the weird goats so this is goin' amazin'!
( if there's one thing denmark doesn't like about iceland — and really, there's not a lot of things like that, aside from his tastes in food and that he doesn't call or visit as much as he should, and maybe that he's so weirdly sensitive, but aside from that, it's that he doesn't dress well.
it's not like den's some kind of weird southern dandy like france — and he thinks the word 'dandy' without realising how dated it is; the perils of being two thousand years plus — but you've got to look nice. it's one of the first rules of diplomacy, looking confident and put together, and more than that, it's makes denmark look super cool and handsome. not that he doesn't anyway, but.
but, iceland … yep. it's sad to say, but iceland definitely got nor's genetic terrible clothing sense. that's what brings them to this boutique today. well — "brings them." more like denmark said he wanted to pop in here really fast, and then promptly (and in his mind cunningly) started holding things up for ice to examine. )
You'd love to wear this, right? ( holding up a pair of bright red, and probably kind of tight, trousers and not using an indoor voice at all. )
it's not like den's some kind of weird southern dandy like france — and he thinks the word 'dandy' without realising how dated it is; the perils of being two thousand years plus — but you've got to look nice. it's one of the first rules of diplomacy, looking confident and put together, and more than that, it's makes denmark look super cool and handsome. not that he doesn't anyway, but.
but, iceland … yep. it's sad to say, but iceland definitely got nor's genetic terrible clothing sense. that's what brings them to this boutique today. well — "brings them." more like denmark said he wanted to pop in here really fast, and then promptly (and in his mind cunningly) started holding things up for ice to examine. )
You'd love to wear this, right? ( holding up a pair of bright red, and probably kind of tight, trousers and not using an indoor voice at all. )
No. [ Iceland isn't subtle about pushing Denmark's hand - and those pants - away. The funny thing about that, if you could really consider it funny, is that while skinny, or maybe even tight jeans aren't an issue in and of themselves, the color is all wrong! Bright red? No way. Iceland isn't about brightly colored clothes, even less so if they were picked out by Denmark - not that Denmark doesn't have taste, but he's older. He can't possibly be knowledgeable about what teenagers like to wear. ]
Besides, didn't you want to get something? [ Read, "why are we shopping for me?" ]
Besides, didn't you want to get something? [ Read, "why are we shopping for me?" ]
Edited 2013-11-11 06:02 (UTC)
Yeah, of course I'm paying! ( read: "are you going to get, by which i mean pay for, this if i decide i want it?" denmark gets the blank, expectant look he sometimes has when he doesn't quite understand, but is sure everything is going according to plan anyway. he obediently puts the pants back down, and searches for his next pick. ) Or how about a nice jacket?
Really? ( iceland is giving him free reign to pick out his clothing!? denmark looks suddenly, dangerously, incredibly excited by this prospect. he was expecting a lot more of a struggle! good job, ice, understanding that your brother has superior tastes! ) In that case, I know what'll look great on ya…!
( ZOOMS ACROSS THE STORE IN A RED BLUR. )
( ZOOMS ACROSS THE STORE IN A RED BLUR. )
Ice! Ya should try on this! ( TOO LATE, denmark has found a nice red shirt, and holds it up across the store to him. )
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