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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…
[ 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.
( 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!
[ 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.
( 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!
[ 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.
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?
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'!
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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…
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Nor… your goats are deformed…!
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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.
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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!
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He promptly drops Denmark on the ground. ]
Now he's gotta wait another thirty years.
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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!
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Think'a how the foal feels. He's gonna be the runt, 'n no girls'll want him. Ya can relate.
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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?
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Do ya know what a goat looks like? [ He sighs; it's really so obvious. ] How'd ya get here? Weren't invited.
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