But I have emotional intimacy for ya! Ya're my best friend and as great as other people are and as much fun as fucking them is, it's always more fun with ya and ya are cooler. And hotter.
[He's really trying to find his way through this jungle, but the problem is that he has no clue what he is even searching for so where should his path lead?]
It's not just fucking a friend! I mean, of course it is because we are friends, and it's fucking, but... Ya are the only one that I do it with a lot, right? And I always come back ta ya! [is he getting at something he hopes that he is] And since coming here I've barely fucked someone that wasn't ya. Only once, really. That has ta count fer something, right?
...and I don't seem how ya would force me. How would ya even do that?
[ Denmark might have said something important there, somewhere in there, he might have had a point and good things to say, too. But the one thing Norway is going to focus on is the fact that his stomach drops away with the mention of fucking someone else in Holly Heights, too. He hadn't really thought about it. Of course he knew it would be stupid to assume anything else but that doesn't really change the fact that it feels like pouring icewater down from the collar of his shirt. It's a different thing back in their world where there are times when they barely see each other, compared to here where they're constantly close enough to just reach and touch.
Being inadequate for something is not a great feeling. Knowing that he's not enough.
He sits up, leaning forward instead of back, putting air between them, quietly. He stares down at his hands, resting peacefully in his lap. He's never asked. Never wanted to know.
Norway rolls up to his feet, stepping away from Denmark. But he's not going anywhere, just standing up, hands on his hips, head bowed forward as he's thinking. Or rather, trying to organize his thoughts. ]
[At least be happy that Denmark is showing some resemblance of self preservation!
...and that will actually make the nation pause for a moment and think, though he is shuffling over towards Norway and getting up at the same time.]
At a festival, I think it was the resort opening! So a while ago. I'm sure she's clean too so ya don't need ta worry about that. And we weren't dating anyway, so why are ya angry? Ya need ta learn ta not expect people ta do what ya want them ta do without having asked them beforehead.
[Denmark is on his feet at this point, torn between staying where he is and wrapping his arms around Norway - though not primarely in a gesture of affection, more to make sure that the other man can't just get up and away.]
I don't remember. Probably before. Nor! We weren't dating, we aren't either if I got ya right, so there's no reason why I shouldn't have shagged her! It was fun and shagging ya is fun too, and I love being with ya but this is ridiculous!
Ridiculous? [ There's a chin that tilts up with this, eyes narrowing. Norway watches Denmark with unblinking eyes. If there weren't anger before, it's here now, cold and furious. ]
Never mind then. Lets forget the whole bullshit and go home.
[He's stepping forward now, reaching out to grab Norway's arms. Denmark hasn't been this angry in ages, not in this way at least. Sure, he was, is still angry at the Germans, he was angry at England, but those things were hostile, open, clearly as political labeled actions where it was easy to direct agression. This is more complicated. For one, it's personal, for two it is much more confusing and thirdly he doesn't want to just agressively charge forward because the outcome should not be hatred, that is the last thing that he would want.]
Ya're just trying ta leave and make me look like the one who made ya, just like that asshole, and ya should be better than him!
[ Pausing, first in a frigid anger when Denmark grabs him, and then because of what he says. At first it seems as if he's about to push Denmark away, punch him, anger swelling inside him like ice freezing over everything.
But he is actually listening to what Denmark says and after a moment the worst edge of it melts away and he leans away just enough to see Denmark better, not trying to pull away. ]
Shut up, ye asshole, [ he finally manages, quietly, with anger resurfacing. Why the hell is it always about Sweden? About Sweden. ] I'm not him. Now unhand me. [ Violence will follow if Denmark doesn't let go. ] Ye said yerself, this is ridiculous.
Ya are ridiculous! And of course ya're like him in being family, but I thought ya weren't as much of an ass as him. [He's not letting go, but for the moment not doing anything else, either. The volume of his voice is definitely on the rise, though.
He hasn't felt anger like this in centuries.]
Ya just don't want ta listen even when ya should because if ya don't ya'll think the wrong things.
Yer making no sense! [ Watch it, Norway will meet that raised volume and bring his hands up to shove Denmark's chest with both of them, push him away in hopes of getting free. And if that doesn't work, he'll yank himself free. ]
Y've got a problem with him, okay, but keep me out of it. [ And once he's free, he'll slap Denmark's hands away, breathe air between them, make sure to step away. ]
Now ye think ye know what I'm thinking?! Were y'just pretending ta be an idiot earlier?
[You're not getting away, Norway. You are not leaving him. You're not turning your back and just going.
Denmark isn't even really listening at this point, only seeing Norway yell, seeing him bat his hands away, yanking himself free. And he won't let him. Not before ending this conversation properly, not without having talked about this, not while Norway is blaming him for things that he might not understand fully but that are definitely heavy on both of them and that will only grow if he lets them.
He won't let him just leave like that.] I don't know what ya're thinking, but it is fucking bullshit. [And with that he will lunge forward and reach for Norway, slamming into him in an attempt to either push him into the tree near them or to the ground. Either or. He can deal with the intricacies of this later.]
[ Norway's eyes go wide as Denmark lunges at him, and for a moment he struggles with his reactions that are both to step away, dodge and to meet that lunge with a punch. In the end he manages to get his arms up and they'll meet with Denmark's face while they both slam back to a tree trunk. Norway gives a gasp and a small cry as his back hits the tree, followed by his head with a nauseating thud.
For a moment he's too confused to do anything, and the gravity will come to his aid, as their combined weights slide off the tree and past it, carrying Denmark a bit away from him. It's an opening Norway won't let go wasted and he ends up grabbing Denmark's hair, as their positions are way too awkward to throw any punches. He brings up his knee, weaker than it would be usually, but he's feeling the side-effects of being a human and having air knocked out of him. ]
Bullshit? [ he croaks, quietly. ] Fuck you, Danmark.
[The knee knocks the remaining air out of Denmark as it connects with his stomach, but despite being human now and the being kneed in the gut thus affecting him more, he will completely ignore it, barely feel it, being on an emotionl and physical high made from anger, battlelust and fear of losing whatever him and Norway have.
That this fight isn't really productive towards that doesn't matter here.
He tries to pull his head away from Norway's hand, one hand reaching up to try and push the fingers out of his hair while the other grabs fro Norway's collar as he gasps for air, for once unable to say anything.]
[Denmark is still stronger than Norway, even if he's already battered and this means Norway will have to give up on the hold he has on Denmark's hair and stumble while trying to maintain his footing while Denmark's weight will throw him against the trunk again.
He doesn't remember seeing Denmark angry like this for a long while. A long while. And while that is not necessarily a positive thing, it says something. Something that Norway will reflect upon later. Right now it just as everything else just pisses him off.
He tries to shove Denmark away by slamming his shoulder against Denmark's. ]
[Denmark has finally enough air in his lungs to continue talking, and while any sane man would use that air to put it into actions first, words are just as important to the southernmost Nordic. Especially in a situation like this where he tries to hammer a message across. Multiple messages, though with half of them he isn't sure what they are.
He'll turn sideways to let Norway's shoulder slam into nothing, raising one knee at the same time with force to not only knock the air out of the other man but also keep his lower body where it is while the upper flies forward. He doesn't want Norway to stumble away from him, after all.]
Yeah, bullshit! Ya're not even saying half of the things that happen and just expect me ta magicall notice all of them, and then ya add another half in yer head of things that are not true at all, and then ya expect me ta aact according ta them. That's fucking bullshit, Nor, and ya should stop it!
[Pushing away responsibility, but he really doesn't see himself at fault for any part of this situation.]
[ This time Norway would like to answer, he'd like to yell accusations the same as Denmark. But he has wind knocked out of him by that invading knee and finds himself doubled over it, grasping for Denmark's jacket for support.
He's going to throw up.
No. Fuck no!
And yet, he just might.
But not right away. The bile tastes on his tongue, though, and he gives a strangled sound that sound a bit like dry gagging.
Being a human is fucking fantastic.
He drops down to his knees eventually, but despite the humiliating position, he will find a way to make use of it. He wraps both his arms around Denmark's legs and yanks his feet from under him. ]
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[He's really trying to find his way through this jungle, but the problem is that he has no clue what he is even searching for so where should his path lead?]
It's not just fucking a friend! I mean, of course it is because we are friends, and it's fucking, but... Ya are the only one that I do it with a lot, right? And I always come back ta ya! [is he getting at something he hopes that he is] And since coming here I've barely fucked someone that wasn't ya. Only once, really. That has ta count fer something, right?
...and I don't seem how ya would force me. How would ya even do that?
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Being inadequate for something is not a great feeling. Knowing that he's not enough.
He sits up, leaning forward instead of back, putting air between them, quietly. He stares down at his hands, resting peacefully in his lap. He's never asked. Never wanted to know.
And yet the need to know is suffocating him. ]
Just once? Who?
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Belgium, 'cause she's hot and a good bro and Nethlerlands wasn't around yet so it wasn't even dangerous!
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Norway rolls up to his feet, stepping away from Denmark. But he's not going anywhere, just standing up, hands on his hips, head bowed forward as he's thinking. Or rather, trying to organize his thoughts. ]
...when?
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...and that will actually make the nation pause for a moment and think, though he is shuffling over towards Norway and getting up at the same time.]
At a festival, I think it was the resort opening! So a while ago. I'm sure she's clean too so ya don't need ta worry about that. And we weren't dating anyway, so why are ya angry? Ya need ta learn ta not expect people ta do what ya want them ta do without having asked them beforehead.
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Norway will turn to Denmark at that, staring him for a moment quietly. ]
... was that before or after ye fucked with me?
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I don't remember. Probably before. Nor! We weren't dating, we aren't either if I got ya right, so there's no reason why I shouldn't have shagged her! It was fun and shagging ya is fun too, and I love being with ya but this is ridiculous!
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Never mind then. Lets forget the whole bullshit and go home.
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[He's stepping forward now, reaching out to grab Norway's arms. Denmark hasn't been this angry in ages, not in this way at least. Sure, he was, is still angry at the Germans, he was angry at England, but those things were hostile, open, clearly as political labeled actions where it was easy to direct agression. This is more complicated. For one, it's personal, for two it is much more confusing and thirdly he doesn't want to just agressively charge forward because the outcome should not be hatred, that is the last thing that he would want.]
Ya're just trying ta leave and make me look like the one who made ya, just like that asshole, and ya should be better than him!
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But he is actually listening to what Denmark says and after a moment the worst edge of it melts away and he leans away just enough to see Denmark better, not trying to pull away. ]
Shut up, ye asshole, [ he finally manages, quietly, with anger resurfacing. Why the hell is it always about Sweden? About Sweden. ] I'm not him. Now unhand me. [ Violence will follow if Denmark doesn't let go. ] Ye said yerself, this is ridiculous.
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He hasn't felt anger like this in centuries.]
Ya just don't want ta listen even when ya should because if ya don't ya'll think the wrong things.
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Y've got a problem with him, okay, but keep me out of it. [ And once he's free, he'll slap Denmark's hands away, breathe air between them, make sure to step away. ]
Now ye think ye know what I'm thinking?! Were y'just pretending ta be an idiot earlier?
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Denmark isn't even really listening at this point, only seeing Norway yell, seeing him bat his hands away, yanking himself free. And he won't let him. Not before ending this conversation properly, not without having talked about this, not while Norway is blaming him for things that he might not understand fully but that are definitely heavy on both of them and that will only grow if he lets them.
He won't let him just leave like that.] I don't know what ya're thinking, but it is fucking bullshit. [And with that he will lunge forward and reach for Norway, slamming into him in an attempt to either push him into the tree near them or to the ground. Either or. He can deal with the intricacies of this later.]
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For a moment he's too confused to do anything, and the gravity will come to his aid, as their combined weights slide off the tree and past it, carrying Denmark a bit away from him. It's an opening Norway won't let go wasted and he ends up grabbing Denmark's hair, as their positions are way too awkward to throw any punches. He brings up his knee, weaker than it would be usually, but he's feeling the side-effects of being a human and having air knocked out of him. ]
Bullshit? [ he croaks, quietly. ] Fuck you, Danmark.
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That this fight isn't really productive towards that doesn't matter here.
He tries to pull his head away from Norway's hand, one hand reaching up to try and push the fingers out of his hair while the other grabs fro Norway's collar as he gasps for air, for once unable to say anything.]
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He doesn't remember seeing Denmark angry like this for a long while. A long while. And while that is not necessarily a positive thing, it says something. Something that Norway will reflect upon later. Right now it just as everything else just pisses him off.
He tries to shove Denmark away by slamming his shoulder against Denmark's. ]
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He'll turn sideways to let Norway's shoulder slam into nothing, raising one knee at the same time with force to not only knock the air out of the other man but also keep his lower body where it is while the upper flies forward. He doesn't want Norway to stumble away from him, after all.]
Yeah, bullshit! Ya're not even saying half of the things that happen and just expect me ta magicall notice all of them, and then ya add another half in yer head of things that are not true at all, and then ya expect me ta aact according ta them. That's fucking bullshit, Nor, and ya should stop it!
[Pushing away responsibility, but he really doesn't see himself at fault for any part of this situation.]
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He's going to throw up.
No. Fuck no!
And yet, he just might.
But not right away. The bile tastes on his tongue, though, and he gives a strangled sound that sound a bit like dry gagging.
Being a human is fucking fantastic.
He drops down to his knees eventually, but despite the humiliating position, he will find a way to make use of it. He wraps both his arms around Denmark's legs and yanks his feet from under him. ]