My Love is a Souvenir Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter 3
Title: My Love is a Souvenir
Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter: 3/?
Previous Chapters:
Act 1: Ibiza 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 [END]
Act 2: Paris 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 3: Prague 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 [END]
Act 4: London 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 5: French Riviera 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 [END]
Act 6: Greek Islands 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 [END]
Act 7: Scandinavia 1 - 2
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,261 Words
Disclaimer: Lies!
A/N: Okay, seriously, I'M SO EXULTANT LIVERPOOL WON LAST NIGHT!
And i'm not gonna talk more drama over here. i'd had enough.
They just dropped by Bergen, the second largest city in Norway, the unofficial capital of Western Norway and sometimes also referred to as the Atlantic coast capital of Norway.
It's their sixth day on the voyage.
"Hah! Did you see that?!" Fernando shouted, a navy-blue-and-white-striped billiard ball with number 12 on was potted into a pocket. Dashing to Daniel who's standing with a cue in hand not far away, he ran into the Dane so hard it almost tripped them both onto the floor.
"Whoa! Easy, babe." Daniel laughed, wrapping his arms around Fernando while the other boy snickered.
"Don't be so chipper, you guys aren’t winning yet." Nicklas gritted his teeth.
"Nuh, nuh, we’ve already pocketed three of our object balls while you guys still have six left on the table," Fernando chirped good-humoredly. "Just wanna tell you beforehand: we want a bottle of Stoli Elit." He chortled and nuzzled up against Daniel's neck enamouredly.
"Oh, stop being cheesy to each other and get the game going!" Nicklas growled and Robin giggled despite their impending losing position. Daniel laughed and broke away from the Spaniard.
"Okay, I'll get the yellow." He sipped his bottle of Hansa which was placed on the corner of the pool table before putting his cue on the bridge, targeting at the yellow-and-white-striped ball. He hit the white cue ball sending it hit the yellow, potted it in a pocket, one more.
"I’ve told you my Danny is the best!" Fernando shouted and jumped on Daniel’s back. He clung to the Dane's torso, piggy-riding him and pecking him on the cheek lovingly.
"Fernando, you're drunk, aren't you?" Daniel chuckled while the blonde let go of him, stumbling on his feet until Daniel had to hold his waist with his arm, afraid of his tumble.
"Your boyfriend is a bottle-blower." Nicklas giggled.
"And this bottle-blower will knock you out in this pool game. He's quite a genius when he's drunk," Daniel responded while Fernando chortled like a mad person in the Dane's arms.
"Fuck you both." Nicklas grinned devilishly.
They continued with the game. Fernando did pot a green-striped ball in his insobriety that even Robin applauded. But when he failed with the brown-striped ball and even sent the cue ball pocketed, Daniel didn't let him play anymore.
It was even worse when Daniel threw him out of the game. Fernando sat on the edge of the pool table, legs dangling merrily and a bottle of beer in hand. It's Nicklas and Robin's turn with solid balls, which they successfully pocketed one and failed at the second. The reason Nicklas gave for his failure was...,
"Goddamnit, you two! Get a room!" He threw his cue annoyingly onto the baized table, grunted and turned away from the sight of Fernando wrapping his arms around Daniel's waist, tugging him close and nibbling his earlobe down to his neck. Daniel's struggling to compose, but it seemed to be a failure, too. His face betrayed that his attention wasn’t to the pool game anymore.
"Did I make you lose your focus?" Fernando asked innocently.
"Not only me," Nicklas grumbled and the Spaniard snickered, he whispered in Daniel's ear.
"Your turn, honey. Don't you let me down, I've already imagined that bottle of Stoli Elit in my arms."
Daniel laughed and resumed his pose over the table, trying to avert his attention back to the game.
The blue-striped ball was pocketed and Fernando pecked Daniel on the cheek as a reward. The brown-striped ball was potted the next minute and Fernando, who’s so tipsy, kissed the Dane on the corner of his mouth. And when the 8 ball was actually taken by Daniel precisely in the pocket he designated, which meant they won the bet, the blonde exultantly laughed in triumphant delight and clasped his arms around Daniel's neck, pulled him down into a deep kiss on the lips, in front of everyone.
When they broke apart, with flushed cheeks in Daniel's case, they heard Nicklas snort out loud. "You guys are so showy! I'm getting real jealous!" While Robin was astonished,
"Damn. Despite three years, you two look so in love."
Daniel smiled softly, didn't know what to reply. But Fernando's arms around him tightened and he heard a voice not far from his ear answered resolutely despite the speaker's tipsiness with an intention not only to affirm Robin and Nicklas, but also Daniel,
"That's because we're in love."
***
They arrived at Oslo, the capital city of Norway on the 8th day of the trip. They'd spend another day in Norway then go on to Denmark, of which their group would drop off.
Fernando's chin was on Daniel's chest, fingers gliding absentmindedly across the Dane's bare upper body and arms. Daniel was so blissfully happy. After all those three years, finally Fernando belonged to him, entirely, for the first time.
He’d never thought this day would actually come. It’s like he’s still dreaming, which he indisputably frequently dreamt of this kind of illusion in the past two years. Actually, Fernando had already fooled him for so many times he wasn’t even sure he could really trust what the Spaniard had told him four days ago.
But he knew he just wanted to badly and blindly believe it more than anything else. If the Spaniard just fooled him again, let it be.
"Will you stay over at my place?" Daniel's blurt took the Spaniard by surprise, he’d never thought about this before.
"Are you...living alone?" Fernando looked uncertain as asking him back.
"Yes, of course, who else would I be living with?" Daniel laughed, gliding his hands across the Spaniard's back and sides. "It's an apartment in suburb Copenhagen. If you don't mind-"
"Of course, I don't mind." Fernando's cheeks flushed a bit, he seemed lost for words. "Do you...mind then? I mean, it's not that we'd actually been to each other's place before..."
"Of course I won't mind," Daniel cut him off, felt a bit offended, he knew they’d been fucking around Europe for the most part of their so-called relationship but why would Fernando have to make a fuss over just Daniel simply inviting him to stay over at his own home? "And if it'd make you feel more relaxed; you're not the first guy that I’ve brought home."
And with that Fernando looked instantaneously indignant. "Okay," he grunted, bit down his lower lip and beat Daniel on his upper-arm so hard.
"What?" Daniel looked so nonplussed. "I simply made a point."
"Yeah, absolutely." Fernando gritted his teeth. "How many guys have you brought home then?"
Okay, now the possessive-bitch mode was on. "Err, I don't know," Daniel said uncertainly, and that's definitely a big mistake.
"Daniel Agger!" Fernando almost screamed, the Dane’s arm was hit again.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Maybe about five or six, I'm not sure."
"Five or six!" He screeched, and Daniel realized a bit too late that an answer like that wouldn’t make anything better. "How many guys have you fucked?!"
"Oh, fucking hell, Fernando! Why are we having this conversation?! For Christ's sake, how could I remember?!"
Fernando shut his mouth this time. He pursed his lips and dropped his head back onto the Dane's chest, hot cheek rested on Daniel's bare skin. But when Daniel thought they had already ended that stupid conversation, he was wrong.
"You're not gonna have others either boys or girls in your life again, Daniel Agger," Fernando murmured in a rigid voice. "Because I'll be your last, and yes I'll stay over at your place in Copenhagen!"
To be continued in Act 7 Chapter 4.
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Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter: 3/?
Previous Chapters:
Act 1: Ibiza 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 [END]
Act 2: Paris 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 3: Prague 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 [END]
Act 4: London 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 5: French Riviera 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 [END]
Act 6: Greek Islands 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 [END]
Act 7: Scandinavia 1 - 2
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,261 Words
Disclaimer: Lies!
A/N: Okay, seriously, I'M SO EXULTANT LIVERPOOL WON LAST NIGHT!
And i'm not gonna talk more drama over here. i'd had enough.
They just dropped by Bergen, the second largest city in Norway, the unofficial capital of Western Norway and sometimes also referred to as the Atlantic coast capital of Norway.
It's their sixth day on the voyage.
"Hah! Did you see that?!" Fernando shouted, a navy-blue-and-white-striped billiard ball with number 12 on was potted into a pocket. Dashing to Daniel who's standing with a cue in hand not far away, he ran into the Dane so hard it almost tripped them both onto the floor.
"Whoa! Easy, babe." Daniel laughed, wrapping his arms around Fernando while the other boy snickered.
"Don't be so chipper, you guys aren’t winning yet." Nicklas gritted his teeth.
"Nuh, nuh, we’ve already pocketed three of our object balls while you guys still have six left on the table," Fernando chirped good-humoredly. "Just wanna tell you beforehand: we want a bottle of Stoli Elit." He chortled and nuzzled up against Daniel's neck enamouredly.
"Oh, stop being cheesy to each other and get the game going!" Nicklas growled and Robin giggled despite their impending losing position. Daniel laughed and broke away from the Spaniard.
"Okay, I'll get the yellow." He sipped his bottle of Hansa which was placed on the corner of the pool table before putting his cue on the bridge, targeting at the yellow-and-white-striped ball. He hit the white cue ball sending it hit the yellow, potted it in a pocket, one more.
"I’ve told you my Danny is the best!" Fernando shouted and jumped on Daniel’s back. He clung to the Dane's torso, piggy-riding him and pecking him on the cheek lovingly.
"Fernando, you're drunk, aren't you?" Daniel chuckled while the blonde let go of him, stumbling on his feet until Daniel had to hold his waist with his arm, afraid of his tumble.
"Your boyfriend is a bottle-blower." Nicklas giggled.
"And this bottle-blower will knock you out in this pool game. He's quite a genius when he's drunk," Daniel responded while Fernando chortled like a mad person in the Dane's arms.
"Fuck you both." Nicklas grinned devilishly.
They continued with the game. Fernando did pot a green-striped ball in his insobriety that even Robin applauded. But when he failed with the brown-striped ball and even sent the cue ball pocketed, Daniel didn't let him play anymore.
It was even worse when Daniel threw him out of the game. Fernando sat on the edge of the pool table, legs dangling merrily and a bottle of beer in hand. It's Nicklas and Robin's turn with solid balls, which they successfully pocketed one and failed at the second. The reason Nicklas gave for his failure was...,
"Goddamnit, you two! Get a room!" He threw his cue annoyingly onto the baized table, grunted and turned away from the sight of Fernando wrapping his arms around Daniel's waist, tugging him close and nibbling his earlobe down to his neck. Daniel's struggling to compose, but it seemed to be a failure, too. His face betrayed that his attention wasn’t to the pool game anymore.
"Did I make you lose your focus?" Fernando asked innocently.
"Not only me," Nicklas grumbled and the Spaniard snickered, he whispered in Daniel's ear.
"Your turn, honey. Don't you let me down, I've already imagined that bottle of Stoli Elit in my arms."
Daniel laughed and resumed his pose over the table, trying to avert his attention back to the game.
The blue-striped ball was pocketed and Fernando pecked Daniel on the cheek as a reward. The brown-striped ball was potted the next minute and Fernando, who’s so tipsy, kissed the Dane on the corner of his mouth. And when the 8 ball was actually taken by Daniel precisely in the pocket he designated, which meant they won the bet, the blonde exultantly laughed in triumphant delight and clasped his arms around Daniel's neck, pulled him down into a deep kiss on the lips, in front of everyone.
When they broke apart, with flushed cheeks in Daniel's case, they heard Nicklas snort out loud. "You guys are so showy! I'm getting real jealous!" While Robin was astonished,
"Damn. Despite three years, you two look so in love."
Daniel smiled softly, didn't know what to reply. But Fernando's arms around him tightened and he heard a voice not far from his ear answered resolutely despite the speaker's tipsiness with an intention not only to affirm Robin and Nicklas, but also Daniel,
"That's because we're in love."
***
They arrived at Oslo, the capital city of Norway on the 8th day of the trip. They'd spend another day in Norway then go on to Denmark, of which their group would drop off.
Fernando's chin was on Daniel's chest, fingers gliding absentmindedly across the Dane's bare upper body and arms. Daniel was so blissfully happy. After all those three years, finally Fernando belonged to him, entirely, for the first time.
He’d never thought this day would actually come. It’s like he’s still dreaming, which he indisputably frequently dreamt of this kind of illusion in the past two years. Actually, Fernando had already fooled him for so many times he wasn’t even sure he could really trust what the Spaniard had told him four days ago.
But he knew he just wanted to badly and blindly believe it more than anything else. If the Spaniard just fooled him again, let it be.
"Will you stay over at my place?" Daniel's blurt took the Spaniard by surprise, he’d never thought about this before.
"Are you...living alone?" Fernando looked uncertain as asking him back.
"Yes, of course, who else would I be living with?" Daniel laughed, gliding his hands across the Spaniard's back and sides. "It's an apartment in suburb Copenhagen. If you don't mind-"
"Of course, I don't mind." Fernando's cheeks flushed a bit, he seemed lost for words. "Do you...mind then? I mean, it's not that we'd actually been to each other's place before..."
"Of course I won't mind," Daniel cut him off, felt a bit offended, he knew they’d been fucking around Europe for the most part of their so-called relationship but why would Fernando have to make a fuss over just Daniel simply inviting him to stay over at his own home? "And if it'd make you feel more relaxed; you're not the first guy that I’ve brought home."
And with that Fernando looked instantaneously indignant. "Okay," he grunted, bit down his lower lip and beat Daniel on his upper-arm so hard.
"What?" Daniel looked so nonplussed. "I simply made a point."
"Yeah, absolutely." Fernando gritted his teeth. "How many guys have you brought home then?"
Okay, now the possessive-bitch mode was on. "Err, I don't know," Daniel said uncertainly, and that's definitely a big mistake.
"Daniel Agger!" Fernando almost screamed, the Dane’s arm was hit again.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Maybe about five or six, I'm not sure."
"Five or six!" He screeched, and Daniel realized a bit too late that an answer like that wouldn’t make anything better. "How many guys have you fucked?!"
"Oh, fucking hell, Fernando! Why are we having this conversation?! For Christ's sake, how could I remember?!"
Fernando shut his mouth this time. He pursed his lips and dropped his head back onto the Dane's chest, hot cheek rested on Daniel's bare skin. But when Daniel thought they had already ended that stupid conversation, he was wrong.
"You're not gonna have others either boys or girls in your life again, Daniel Agger," Fernando murmured in a rigid voice. "Because I'll be your last, and yes I'll stay over at your place in Copenhagen!"
To be continued in Act 7 Chapter 4.
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