The quickly approaching Dane caused the Norwegian to tightly shut his eyes, fully prepared to take nothing but a hit, but was more than surprised when the other’s voice began to scold him with nothing less than irritation brewing in his usually collected and sweet voice. “Strange?” His voice lingered before glancing up at the slightly taller man, and of course clutching his cake box possessively. “L-Leif….I am not being strange….I-I- I don’t trust what you’re doing..” He reached behind himself, fumbling to find the door hand to make his break for it at any moment.
Becoming more than a little fed up Leif rushed forward and yanked Lukas over. The box he had been holding the Dane took special care to make sure it didn’t go flying. Though he did not raise a hand against Norge, he was glowering at him as if the intent were there as his temper flared. “You are acting strange!” The Dane exclaimed trying his hardest not to let himself get too riled up. This was no longer coming across as some prank, but more like Lukas had hit his head or something.
Fuck I hit enter too soon on the last post, but here it’s all fluffy and I am so happy I could just roll around.
“Not really you motherfucker. I still have Sweden and Finland in case you have forgotten.” Maybe he would torture Ivan before killing him outright? Break some limbs and possibly cut open a few places to let the blood flow out.
Going back and forth between all my blogs; it’s a pain.