[FIC] Dropping Anchor
Title: Dropping Anchor
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Norway, mentions of the other Nordics.
Word Count: 336
Warning/s: None
Summary: Norway misses the sea.
A/N: Written for the prompt “door” though I think it got a bit away from me. For ambience, I’d suggest listening to Bjork’s “The Anchor Song”
Norway misses the sea. He feels stifled sometimes at board meetings and wishes he could feel the salt wind in his hair. Occasionally, he takes a long walk towards the docks, and watches the fishing boats bring in their hauls. He stays there, watching until it’s dark and the only noise heard is the waves crashing.
He misses the sea, that wide blue door to endless new worlds and adventures. But they’re all older now, and the world has become smaller. Still, every once in a while, when he’s listening to the stories of grizzled sailors in bars, or when he’s pulling in the sails to his small dinghy, he’ll feel the familiar twinge of wanderlust. He’ll forget that meeting on tariffs planned for next week. He’ll forget that he needs to check on Iceland’s economy (like a good older brother should.) He’ll ignore the emails from his assistants that are piling up on his computer.
There’s only him and the sea right now. He feels the shallow waves breaking against his bare feet and he can almost imagine it’s centuries ago, when the world was young and the sea called to be conquered and explored. Norway looks to the horizon and remembers that yearning to find what lies beyond.
He jumps a bit when he feels the phone buzz in his pocket. Blinking once, he reads the text message and slowly heads to his house. He doesn’t look back.
Once he reaches home, he stands at the threshold looking around the room. Iceland and Sealand are oblivious, sitting on the floor, playing some racing game. Denmark grins up at him from where he’s sprawled out on the couch and returns to egging both boys on. Norway can hear Finland’s voice, bright and cheerful, drifting from the kitchen and a heavy shuffle and occasional low murmur means Sweden is also there helping.
There’s a tiny smile on Norway’s face as he quietly closes the door on the sea behind him. This horizon will do just fine.
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Norway, mentions of the other Nordics.
Word Count: 336
Warning/s: None
Summary: Norway misses the sea.
A/N: Written for the prompt “door” though I think it got a bit away from me. For ambience, I’d suggest listening to Bjork’s “The Anchor Song”
Norway misses the sea. He feels stifled sometimes at board meetings and wishes he could feel the salt wind in his hair. Occasionally, he takes a long walk towards the docks, and watches the fishing boats bring in their hauls. He stays there, watching until it’s dark and the only noise heard is the waves crashing.
He misses the sea, that wide blue door to endless new worlds and adventures. But they’re all older now, and the world has become smaller. Still, every once in a while, when he’s listening to the stories of grizzled sailors in bars, or when he’s pulling in the sails to his small dinghy, he’ll feel the familiar twinge of wanderlust. He’ll forget that meeting on tariffs planned for next week. He’ll forget that he needs to check on Iceland’s economy (like a good older brother should.) He’ll ignore the emails from his assistants that are piling up on his computer.
There’s only him and the sea right now. He feels the shallow waves breaking against his bare feet and he can almost imagine it’s centuries ago, when the world was young and the sea called to be conquered and explored. Norway looks to the horizon and remembers that yearning to find what lies beyond.
He jumps a bit when he feels the phone buzz in his pocket. Blinking once, he reads the text message and slowly heads to his house. He doesn’t look back.
Once he reaches home, he stands at the threshold looking around the room. Iceland and Sealand are oblivious, sitting on the floor, playing some racing game. Denmark grins up at him from where he’s sprawled out on the couch and returns to egging both boys on. Norway can hear Finland’s voice, bright and cheerful, drifting from the kitchen and a heavy shuffle and occasional low murmur means Sweden is also there helping.
There’s a tiny smile on Norway’s face as he quietly closes the door on the sea behind him. This horizon will do just fine.