The Issue of Stóri Bróðir
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: ...Hinty!Norway/Iceland
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,450
Worksafe: Yes
Warning: Nope?
Author's Note: A little bit of Denmark-abuse, not a lot, though.... This takes place right after Himaruya's newest nordic Strip of Awesome. (Found here.) I had to write this right after I read it, so ... pretty much wrote the whole thing while at school.... 8|a Hm.... Regardless, I hope you like it...! (BTW, "stóri bróðir" means "big brother" in Icelandic.... Just ... in case you couldn't figure it out....)
The Issue of Stóri Bróðir
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The slam of the door raised more than just a few eyebrows-it raised 4 sets; you just had to look closely for 2 of them.
"Well gee…. What a spoil-sport!" Denmark pouted into his drink. The liquid left a light froth on his upper lip which only served to take away the … um … would-have-been-apparent seriousness of his statement. A moment later he mused quietly in a sing-song voice, "But I kneeew iiiit~!"
"No one asked your opinion. …Treat's on you now, anyway," Norway said, motioning for another drink. Maybe he'd ask for several more…. "…He did say it, after all."
Despite the whining from Denmark, Norway made sure to order an extra two drinks for Sweden and Finland and he continued staring to the door where Iceland had made his exit. The thumbs-down didn't sit well with him, but…. With whom would it? It wasn't really even the principle of Iceland returning to calling him 'Big Brother,' but the fact that he didn't seem to want to. Norway wondered briefly what it meant. Iceland, even without knowing for sure that they were brothers, had never shown him a lack of respect and had always treated him as a big brother anyway. Would this mark a change in Iceland's attitude at all? He certainly hoped not; he was rather fond of Iceland-clearly.
He stood silently, grabbing his coat and throwing it around him.
"Norway, where are you going?" Finland asked, his eyes echoing the question. "Are you following Iceland?"
Norway stopped, blinking. "How did you know?"
Finland only offered a slightly exasperated laugh and a quiet, "I only guessed…." Sweden remained silent, drinking his beer in peace.
"Dunno why ya'd wanna…. He's mean." Denmark only continued to pout. Though Norway knew his opinion on the matter was exaggerated only by the fact that his wallet would be significantly lighter once everything was paid for.
"I'll see you all later. I have things to see to."
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The only things ruining the perfection of the setting sun on the ocean's smooth surface were the rocks being skipped upon it. The gold, violet, and pink paint rippled with each rock's skip, dancing out only a little further from the source of the initial spill.
Finally, after tripping over a rock, however ironic it may have been, Iceland stopped and sat on the sand. His knees were drawn to his chest and his eyes were narrowed at the ocean. He watched the water calm down from the last skipped rock as he played with another in his hand, flipping it between his fingers and running the pad of his thumb on the smooth sides.
Stupid bet…. Now his reputation was ruined. Absolutely dashed. He was an adult now-! He shouldn't be reduced to-!
To…!
To revert back to calling Norway Big Brother….
It was humiliating! Who back at his place actually used 'big brother'? Or even 'big sister'?! They just didn't! At least … not most cases….
…Right?
Regardless: That parting salutation of "Big Brother" was the one and only time Norway would hear it. Norway had best to cherish that moment-it wouldn't be happening again if Iceland had anything to say in the matter. Which he did. In fact, he had an immense say in the matter.
But … a bet was a bet….
No!
No! This was a matter of integrity! He finally was on his own, and independent, and self-efficient, and his own nation, and-! Well…! Wouldn't calling Norway "Big Brother" be like turning back the clock? Not that he'd minded being with Norway when he was younger and he certainly didn't mind being with him at all throughout any part of his life, really. It was just…. It was a childish thing to do anymore. And … even just knowing and admitting that they were brothers made it a little more than awkward….
"Iceland?"
Norway's voice echoed down to where Iceland sat on the beach, making him flinch slightly. He'd traveled there to sit and think. Not that his progress was very significant; it was more or less repetition of "nooo" and "whyyy" instead of actually analyzing very deep. But he soon sighed and responded with a near-emotionless, "Já."
There was no vocal response from the elder: Just the sound of rustling grass, and crunching rock and sand as Norway approached. It wasn't too long before his … brother … stood beside him. Iceland could feel that familiar stare to the top of his head and cringed a little inside. These … physical situations happened often-the two of them being on the beach and enjoying the sunset together, but…. Why did it now have to be so awkward? Was it awkward for Norway? …Because if it wasn't then Iceland had plenty to spare him.
"What prompted your hasty departure?"
"Nothing."
There was a bit more silence right then before Norway stepped forward and began copying Iceland by grabbing a small, smooth rock and skipping it across the water. The sunlight being reflected had diminished a little bit-probably a little less than half an hour of light remained.
"It can't be just nothing."
Iceland grumbled to himself and looked the opposite direction. "Well it is nothing."
Norway paused in his rock-skipping to glance at Iceland for half a moment and then threw the last remaining stone before sitting down next to him.
"You know, a bet is a bet."
It was a feat for the record books, Iceland decided as he spoke with little mouth-movement. "Yeah, I know." Maybe he should have considered ventriloquism…. "But I'm not going to say it anymore!"
"Why?"
Iceland turned back to look at Norway. A faint blush reached his cheeks, his mouth gaped for a moment, and his eyes glared-softly-until he snapped his mouth shut and determinedly fixed his stare to the open waters. "It's … stupid," he finally said. He didn't see Norway blink with soft eyes at the comment. He just heard that silence that Norway seemed fond of.
"…Fine. Maybe it's not stupid, but…. I've grown out of that."
"It's okay."
Even though he wanted to, Iceland resisted looking again at Norway. He felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to his cheeks regardless-maybe he shouldn't turn around just yet…. "How is it okay? You were determined to get me to say it."
"You said it, didn't you?" Norway asked him. "I just wanted to make sure you remembered our bet from back then."
It was then that Iceland buried his chin and mouth into knees. His following words were subsequently muffled into the fabric and nearly incomprehensible. "Ffksemmm."
"…Come again?"
Iceland … muffled … louder.
"I still have no idea what you're saying."
Iceland sighed-still into the fabric-and continued then to rest his chin atop his knees. "…I said, 'Of course I remember.'" He risked a glance to Norway, who was grinning minutely. Iceland's heart-beat intensified just as minutely as Norway's grin.
"That's all I needed to know."
"But-!"
"I wouldn't mind if you called me 'Big Brother' but I can't make you. …Besides-who knows what America would think at hearing 'big brother'. I hear his people are getting antsy."
"…He's an idiot, anyway. More than Denmark, at least."
"That's saying something."
The next bout of silence after a shared laugh wasn't so much uncomfortable so much as just … empty.
…Before Iceland's stomach growled.
Norway looked at him as he tried to play it off like nothing had happened. "…I'm fine," he insisted.
"…It is Denmark's treat, you know."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to eat, I guess."
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"Whaaaat?! No-! Norway, this is where I draw the line! Keep your little brother to yourself!"
"But you were saying earlier that you thought of all of us as brothers."
"No! He was complainin' earlier that he's an adult! If he is then he can take care-'a himself!"
Iceland had rejoined the table just as Denmark, Finland, and Sweden were getting ready to clean up and leave, but Norway's and Iceland's arrival had settled them back to order more drinks-to Denmark's chagrin. He now fixed his gaze on Denmark, garnering his attention.
"…Please? …Big Brother…?"
And the silence was tense for a moment before Denmark pouted some more. "You're n'evil kid, y'know that?"
"I never claimed to be above doing what I have to in order to succeed."
Norway smirked slightly. "You did want him to call you that, didn't you?"
"…Corrupt. The both-'a ya…. …Hey, Sweden! Ya wanna help an ol' pal out?!"
"No."
Iceland grinned. It didn't take away how awkward things had become but he would learn to get through it.
Pairing: ...Hinty!Norway/Iceland
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,450
Worksafe: Yes
Warning: Nope?
Author's Note: A little bit of Denmark-abuse, not a lot, though.... This takes place right after Himaruya's newest nordic Strip of Awesome. (Found here.) I had to write this right after I read it, so ... pretty much wrote the whole thing while at school.... 8|a Hm.... Regardless, I hope you like it...! (BTW, "stóri bróðir" means "big brother" in Icelandic.... Just ... in case you couldn't figure it out....)
The Issue of Stóri Bróðir
☽✩☾
The slam of the door raised more than just a few eyebrows-it raised 4 sets; you just had to look closely for 2 of them.
"Well gee…. What a spoil-sport!" Denmark pouted into his drink. The liquid left a light froth on his upper lip which only served to take away the … um … would-have-been-apparent seriousness of his statement. A moment later he mused quietly in a sing-song voice, "But I kneeew iiiit~!"
"No one asked your opinion. …Treat's on you now, anyway," Norway said, motioning for another drink. Maybe he'd ask for several more…. "…He did say it, after all."
Despite the whining from Denmark, Norway made sure to order an extra two drinks for Sweden and Finland and he continued staring to the door where Iceland had made his exit. The thumbs-down didn't sit well with him, but…. With whom would it? It wasn't really even the principle of Iceland returning to calling him 'Big Brother,' but the fact that he didn't seem to want to. Norway wondered briefly what it meant. Iceland, even without knowing for sure that they were brothers, had never shown him a lack of respect and had always treated him as a big brother anyway. Would this mark a change in Iceland's attitude at all? He certainly hoped not; he was rather fond of Iceland-clearly.
He stood silently, grabbing his coat and throwing it around him.
"Norway, where are you going?" Finland asked, his eyes echoing the question. "Are you following Iceland?"
Norway stopped, blinking. "How did you know?"
Finland only offered a slightly exasperated laugh and a quiet, "I only guessed…." Sweden remained silent, drinking his beer in peace.
"Dunno why ya'd wanna…. He's mean." Denmark only continued to pout. Though Norway knew his opinion on the matter was exaggerated only by the fact that his wallet would be significantly lighter once everything was paid for.
"I'll see you all later. I have things to see to."
☽✩☾
The only things ruining the perfection of the setting sun on the ocean's smooth surface were the rocks being skipped upon it. The gold, violet, and pink paint rippled with each rock's skip, dancing out only a little further from the source of the initial spill.
Finally, after tripping over a rock, however ironic it may have been, Iceland stopped and sat on the sand. His knees were drawn to his chest and his eyes were narrowed at the ocean. He watched the water calm down from the last skipped rock as he played with another in his hand, flipping it between his fingers and running the pad of his thumb on the smooth sides.
Stupid bet…. Now his reputation was ruined. Absolutely dashed. He was an adult now-! He shouldn't be reduced to-!
To…!
To revert back to calling Norway Big Brother….
It was humiliating! Who back at his place actually used 'big brother'? Or even 'big sister'?! They just didn't! At least … not most cases….
…Right?
Regardless: That parting salutation of "Big Brother" was the one and only time Norway would hear it. Norway had best to cherish that moment-it wouldn't be happening again if Iceland had anything to say in the matter. Which he did. In fact, he had an immense say in the matter.
But … a bet was a bet….
No!
No! This was a matter of integrity! He finally was on his own, and independent, and self-efficient, and his own nation, and-! Well…! Wouldn't calling Norway "Big Brother" be like turning back the clock? Not that he'd minded being with Norway when he was younger and he certainly didn't mind being with him at all throughout any part of his life, really. It was just…. It was a childish thing to do anymore. And … even just knowing and admitting that they were brothers made it a little more than awkward….
"Iceland?"
Norway's voice echoed down to where Iceland sat on the beach, making him flinch slightly. He'd traveled there to sit and think. Not that his progress was very significant; it was more or less repetition of "nooo" and "whyyy" instead of actually analyzing very deep. But he soon sighed and responded with a near-emotionless, "Já."
There was no vocal response from the elder: Just the sound of rustling grass, and crunching rock and sand as Norway approached. It wasn't too long before his … brother … stood beside him. Iceland could feel that familiar stare to the top of his head and cringed a little inside. These … physical situations happened often-the two of them being on the beach and enjoying the sunset together, but…. Why did it now have to be so awkward? Was it awkward for Norway? …Because if it wasn't then Iceland had plenty to spare him.
"What prompted your hasty departure?"
"Nothing."
There was a bit more silence right then before Norway stepped forward and began copying Iceland by grabbing a small, smooth rock and skipping it across the water. The sunlight being reflected had diminished a little bit-probably a little less than half an hour of light remained.
"It can't be just nothing."
Iceland grumbled to himself and looked the opposite direction. "Well it is nothing."
Norway paused in his rock-skipping to glance at Iceland for half a moment and then threw the last remaining stone before sitting down next to him.
"You know, a bet is a bet."
It was a feat for the record books, Iceland decided as he spoke with little mouth-movement. "Yeah, I know." Maybe he should have considered ventriloquism…. "But I'm not going to say it anymore!"
"Why?"
Iceland turned back to look at Norway. A faint blush reached his cheeks, his mouth gaped for a moment, and his eyes glared-softly-until he snapped his mouth shut and determinedly fixed his stare to the open waters. "It's … stupid," he finally said. He didn't see Norway blink with soft eyes at the comment. He just heard that silence that Norway seemed fond of.
"…Fine. Maybe it's not stupid, but…. I've grown out of that."
"It's okay."
Even though he wanted to, Iceland resisted looking again at Norway. He felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to his cheeks regardless-maybe he shouldn't turn around just yet…. "How is it okay? You were determined to get me to say it."
"You said it, didn't you?" Norway asked him. "I just wanted to make sure you remembered our bet from back then."
It was then that Iceland buried his chin and mouth into knees. His following words were subsequently muffled into the fabric and nearly incomprehensible. "Ffksemmm."
"…Come again?"
Iceland … muffled … louder.
"I still have no idea what you're saying."
Iceland sighed-still into the fabric-and continued then to rest his chin atop his knees. "…I said, 'Of course I remember.'" He risked a glance to Norway, who was grinning minutely. Iceland's heart-beat intensified just as minutely as Norway's grin.
"That's all I needed to know."
"But-!"
"I wouldn't mind if you called me 'Big Brother' but I can't make you. …Besides-who knows what America would think at hearing 'big brother'. I hear his people are getting antsy."
"…He's an idiot, anyway. More than Denmark, at least."
"That's saying something."
The next bout of silence after a shared laugh wasn't so much uncomfortable so much as just … empty.
…Before Iceland's stomach growled.
Norway looked at him as he tried to play it off like nothing had happened. "…I'm fine," he insisted.
"…It is Denmark's treat, you know."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to eat, I guess."
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"Whaaaat?! No-! Norway, this is where I draw the line! Keep your little brother to yourself!"
"But you were saying earlier that you thought of all of us as brothers."
"No! He was complainin' earlier that he's an adult! If he is then he can take care-'a himself!"
Iceland had rejoined the table just as Denmark, Finland, and Sweden were getting ready to clean up and leave, but Norway's and Iceland's arrival had settled them back to order more drinks-to Denmark's chagrin. He now fixed his gaze on Denmark, garnering his attention.
"…Please? …Big Brother…?"
And the silence was tense for a moment before Denmark pouted some more. "You're n'evil kid, y'know that?"
"I never claimed to be above doing what I have to in order to succeed."
Norway smirked slightly. "You did want him to call you that, didn't you?"
"…Corrupt. The both-'a ya…. …Hey, Sweden! Ya wanna help an ol' pal out?!"
"No."
Iceland grinned. It didn't take away how awkward things had become but he would learn to get through it.