My Love is a Souvenir Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter 4
Title: My Love is a Souvenir
Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter: 4/?
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 - 3
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,821 Words
Disclaimer: Lies!
A/N: Updated!
When the ship anchored at Copenhagen, they disembarked.
"Fernando, don't be so shocked when you get into Daniel's room." Nicklas snickered. "Because I was when I went there a couple of months ago."
"Why? What's wrong with Daniel's room?" Fernando’s confused. He looked at Nicklas then glanced at Daniel.
"Nothing's wrong with it." Nicklas couldn't stop snickering. "It's just that I've never thought he would be this-"
"Enough, Nick," Daniel cut him off, his voice was disinterested. He’d already got a cab. "We'll go back to my house."
"How long will you be staying here?" Robin asked the Spaniard.
"Just one night actually. I'll fly back to London tomorrow's night," he murmured, then turned to Nicklas again. "You haven't told me yet what's with Danny's room."
"Nick!" Daniel's voice sounded so intimidating it made Nicklas snap his mouth shut instantly. Fernando turned to glower at Daniel but the other pretended to be oblivious. Nicklas smiled wryly.
"You'll see it yourself when you arrive there," he guaranteed.
They separated, Nicklas took another cab with Robin to his own place while Fernando went with Daniel. The Spaniard kept nagging Daniel all the way on the cab about his room but the Dane kept dismissing it.
The scenery on both sides of the cab’s window was getting elegant, dear sparse residences lined up along the road, the closer they got to Daniel's place, the bigger and larger lodgings became. It was suburb Copenhagen, high-income individual residential area.
The cab parked in front of a large gate with a very massive building inside. It made Fernando's jaw drop and he totally forgot about Daniel's room thing.
"Are you sure this is your house?" Fernando hissed.
"Not the whole building, baby, just an apartment in there." Daniel laughed, opened the door, disembarked the car and helped the driver get their stuff off the trunk. Having paid the chauffeur, Daniel strode to the gate, greeted the guard who obviously recognized him and let them in without any question.
It was enormous, that apartment building, and decorated with an exquisite renaissance style. Fernando was quiet most of the time. They got into the edifice and Daniel led them past another security point where a watchman was sitting to the main door. The Dane tapped the keycard to the digital screen, it's unlocked and then they’re through.
They strode across the rococo-style embellished lobby to elevators on the other end of the hall. Daniel punched the up button then waited in silence.
Fernando still didn’t say anything when the elevator doors slid open and they both got in. Daniel tapped the keycard to the digital port again and the elevator lifted up of its own accord.
It stopped after some time. As the doors slid open and they got out, there was an uproar of barks and the next second Fernando found himself encircled by a gang of hounds, barking and growling at a stranger like him.
"Hey." Fernando smiled, but hid himself behind Daniel. He normally was an animal-lover especially when it came to dogs, but you couldn't just express your love to every dog particularly when they're not yours.
"They won't bite if you don't frighten them first," Daniel assured and squatted down, a Labrador Retriever licked his face then others followed. Their tails wagged overzealously, barks and growls were changed to whimpers as their focuses were averted to the Dane, leaving Fernando being ignorant.
"Who take care of these gangsters when you’re away?" The Spaniard asked upon seeing how many they were. And seriously, that ‘just an apartment’ Daniel was talking about was actually a penthouse with a large kitchen area, spacious living room, and spectacular view of Copenhagen down below, as far as Fernando could see from here.
Hell, why had he never been told Daniel was this rich?!
"My sister. She'll drop by before and after work to feed them. She lives near." The Dane was still busily grappling with a Siberian Husky.
"Will she drop by today?" Fernando suddenly seemed daunted by that information. "Will she be okay seeing me here?"
"Of course!" Daniel replied, thinking about teasing the Spaniard that as he'd said before, Fernando wasn't the first boy he'd brought here so be heartened that nobody's gonna raise any question about it. But Daniel resisted in time, he absolutely doesn't want to activate Fernando's possessive mode right now, does he?
"I wanna touch them, too." Fernando’s thought's now sidetracked, he’s envious seeing Daniel petting, tickling up to manhandling the dogs.
"Let them get familiar with you first." Daniel stood up and strode across the living room with underlings trailing after.
He stopped at the counter and raked the pile of envelopes on it, reading from where and who they’d come then stopped short at a letter.
"What's it?" Fernando asked as noticing Daniel's slightly altered countenance.
"Hmm, nothing. Let’s put the luggage in my bedroom." Ambling to the other side of the penthouse with his bag until reaching a door, he opened it and all his dogs immediately darted in faster than any human's speed.
Daniel walked in slowly and threw his luggage onto the bed carelessly, his attention solely focused on that mail at the moment. Fernando sauntered in and instantaneously forgot to breathe.
The room was wide, with a king-size bed on the left, three wardrobes and an en-suite bathroom. There’re also a large bookshelf and a working table, camera lens in various sizes were scattered on it as well as other camera gears like filters, tripods and things Fernando didn’t know what they're called. There's also a very big world map covering half of the wall on one side, but all of those weren't the reason Fernando's rooted to the spot right now.
On one side of the wall, the side opposite Daniel's bed where he would definitely see the instant he wakes up every morning, there’s a photo, very large one, so large that it took the whole wall and made the world map suddenly looked like an amateur. That photo was him, Fernando Torres, in close up. In it he's lying on a fibreglass floor, at that time when they're on the yacht in Ibiza. His blond hair which was longer than he had now was slightly wavered by the wind and he's looking straight at the camera with resolute, imperceptibly defiant, brown eyes.
That was real large, his real face was like ten times smaller than the one in that portrait.
Fernando spun around. "Daniel, what's this?" His voice was dry and he heard those hounds barking again, but both his voice and the dogs' noises couldn't divert Daniel off his own absorption.
"Fernando," Daniel's voice was dry, too, he seemed so excited until he couldn't control himself. With a letter in hand and eyes kept skimming it, he strode forward, thrust that piece of paper in the Spaniard's hand.
Fernando flipped it, it's also his picture, this one with the violet of lavender field and the orange of the Provence sunset as a background. Fernando in that picture was concentrating on something in his hand, maybe a sprig, while walking through the field. He didn't look at the camera; it's a sneaky shot. But his countenance, lights, shades and all elements in that photograph were combined so flawlessly and looked so surreal that Fernando didn't even realize he'd been holding his breath looking at it, once again.
"Fernando," Daniel almost shouted in delight, his hands clasped the Spaniard's waist and suddenly lifted him up. Fernando yelped in surprise and the dogs barked louder. He held onto the Dane's shoulder but Daniel's firm grip didn't seem to let him down when he whirled them around and around in exhilaration.
"Fernando, I won, I won!" He yelled and laughed so happily.
"Daniel, wait. You won, what? Danny, I'm dizzy. Put me down."
So Daniel spun them around one last round then threw them both onto the bed. He straddled the Spaniard who's now lying stiff from too many surprises. "That picture of you," Daniel panted, locking his full-of-excitement eyes with Fernando's confounded ones. "I won the Sony World Photography Award in Fantasy category because of that picture of you. The winner prize is 30,000 Euros!"
"What?!" Fernando was so shocked now. A 30,000 Euros, what the fuck?! Daniel couldn't stop smiling and he's still beaming so wide when he murmured and kissed him,
"For Christ's sake, I love you!"
***
"Are you gonna tell your sister or anyone about this?" Fernando asked. They’re alone in the room, dogs were all kicked out. The blonde was lying in bed with his cheek on Daniel's chest like he always did, it's his favourite posture when they're lying together.
"About you? Of course," Daniel replied, his fingers twirled those blond hairs absentmindedly.
"No, I mean, that you won that photo competition," Fernando corrected.
"Oh, that." Daniel smirked. "Maybe not."
Fernando giggled. "You cheeky bastard." He shifted. "What are you gonna do with that money?"
"I'll buy a house in Italy, a cute and lovely one near the Mediterranean Sea," Daniel woolgathered, paused, thinking. "Then a yacht, a Riviera one. Then a BMW Z4 roadster to drive along the coastline 'cos I've already test-driven it and I love it very much."
"I don't think a 30,000 Euros will be enough to cover all of your castle-in-the-air." Fernando laughed good-humoredly.
Daniel's bedroom door suddenly open ajar. Fernando startled a bit as a Saint Bernard slid into the room.
"Didn't you lock the door?!" Fernando gasped. “What if your sister comes in?!”
Daniel sounded nonchalant. "No one's gonna break in our privacy."
Fernando pointed at the evidence who's now wagging his tail smugly while squeezing himself in between Daniel and the blonde. "He just did."
"Dogs are exception. Don’t worry, my sister knows best enough to knock before open." Daniel ruffled the Saint Bernard's hair. "And this is Fifa. Fifa, say hi to Fernando."
Fifa yapped, once, like he actually said 'hi'. Fernando laughed animatedly. "What's this?!"
"Fernando," Daniel called out uncertainly.
"Hmm?" The Spaniard gingerly placed his hand on the Saint Bernard's head and was so delighted that Fifa just lay there primly and didn't snack on his hand in return.
"If I actually buy a BMW Z4, a yacht and that house in Italy..." He rolled, lying on his side, looking into Fernando's eyes, hesitation glinted his voice before completely vanished as he uttered the next question, "Would you like to...move there to live with me?"
Fernando was taken by surprise, he stopped petting Fifa. Bewilderment, shock even, flashed in his eyes. They stared at each other like that in silence for a long time, even Fifa seemed to forget to breathe. And when no one budged, Fernando finally whispered, in a dry voice that seemed to directly choke out of the bottom of his heart,
"Daniel, do you have any idea what you have actually just asked me for?"
To be continued in Act 7 Chapter 5.
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Act 7: Scandinavia Chapter: 4/?
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 - 3
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,821 Words
Disclaimer: Lies!
A/N: Updated!
When the ship anchored at Copenhagen, they disembarked.
"Fernando, don't be so shocked when you get into Daniel's room." Nicklas snickered. "Because I was when I went there a couple of months ago."
"Why? What's wrong with Daniel's room?" Fernando’s confused. He looked at Nicklas then glanced at Daniel.
"Nothing's wrong with it." Nicklas couldn't stop snickering. "It's just that I've never thought he would be this-"
"Enough, Nick," Daniel cut him off, his voice was disinterested. He’d already got a cab. "We'll go back to my house."
"How long will you be staying here?" Robin asked the Spaniard.
"Just one night actually. I'll fly back to London tomorrow's night," he murmured, then turned to Nicklas again. "You haven't told me yet what's with Danny's room."
"Nick!" Daniel's voice sounded so intimidating it made Nicklas snap his mouth shut instantly. Fernando turned to glower at Daniel but the other pretended to be oblivious. Nicklas smiled wryly.
"You'll see it yourself when you arrive there," he guaranteed.
They separated, Nicklas took another cab with Robin to his own place while Fernando went with Daniel. The Spaniard kept nagging Daniel all the way on the cab about his room but the Dane kept dismissing it.
The scenery on both sides of the cab’s window was getting elegant, dear sparse residences lined up along the road, the closer they got to Daniel's place, the bigger and larger lodgings became. It was suburb Copenhagen, high-income individual residential area.
The cab parked in front of a large gate with a very massive building inside. It made Fernando's jaw drop and he totally forgot about Daniel's room thing.
"Are you sure this is your house?" Fernando hissed.
"Not the whole building, baby, just an apartment in there." Daniel laughed, opened the door, disembarked the car and helped the driver get their stuff off the trunk. Having paid the chauffeur, Daniel strode to the gate, greeted the guard who obviously recognized him and let them in without any question.
It was enormous, that apartment building, and decorated with an exquisite renaissance style. Fernando was quiet most of the time. They got into the edifice and Daniel led them past another security point where a watchman was sitting to the main door. The Dane tapped the keycard to the digital screen, it's unlocked and then they’re through.
They strode across the rococo-style embellished lobby to elevators on the other end of the hall. Daniel punched the up button then waited in silence.
Fernando still didn’t say anything when the elevator doors slid open and they both got in. Daniel tapped the keycard to the digital port again and the elevator lifted up of its own accord.
It stopped after some time. As the doors slid open and they got out, there was an uproar of barks and the next second Fernando found himself encircled by a gang of hounds, barking and growling at a stranger like him.
"Hey." Fernando smiled, but hid himself behind Daniel. He normally was an animal-lover especially when it came to dogs, but you couldn't just express your love to every dog particularly when they're not yours.
"They won't bite if you don't frighten them first," Daniel assured and squatted down, a Labrador Retriever licked his face then others followed. Their tails wagged overzealously, barks and growls were changed to whimpers as their focuses were averted to the Dane, leaving Fernando being ignorant.
"Who take care of these gangsters when you’re away?" The Spaniard asked upon seeing how many they were. And seriously, that ‘just an apartment’ Daniel was talking about was actually a penthouse with a large kitchen area, spacious living room, and spectacular view of Copenhagen down below, as far as Fernando could see from here.
Hell, why had he never been told Daniel was this rich?!
"My sister. She'll drop by before and after work to feed them. She lives near." The Dane was still busily grappling with a Siberian Husky.
"Will she drop by today?" Fernando suddenly seemed daunted by that information. "Will she be okay seeing me here?"
"Of course!" Daniel replied, thinking about teasing the Spaniard that as he'd said before, Fernando wasn't the first boy he'd brought here so be heartened that nobody's gonna raise any question about it. But Daniel resisted in time, he absolutely doesn't want to activate Fernando's possessive mode right now, does he?
"I wanna touch them, too." Fernando’s thought's now sidetracked, he’s envious seeing Daniel petting, tickling up to manhandling the dogs.
"Let them get familiar with you first." Daniel stood up and strode across the living room with underlings trailing after.
He stopped at the counter and raked the pile of envelopes on it, reading from where and who they’d come then stopped short at a letter.
"What's it?" Fernando asked as noticing Daniel's slightly altered countenance.
"Hmm, nothing. Let’s put the luggage in my bedroom." Ambling to the other side of the penthouse with his bag until reaching a door, he opened it and all his dogs immediately darted in faster than any human's speed.
Daniel walked in slowly and threw his luggage onto the bed carelessly, his attention solely focused on that mail at the moment. Fernando sauntered in and instantaneously forgot to breathe.
The room was wide, with a king-size bed on the left, three wardrobes and an en-suite bathroom. There’re also a large bookshelf and a working table, camera lens in various sizes were scattered on it as well as other camera gears like filters, tripods and things Fernando didn’t know what they're called. There's also a very big world map covering half of the wall on one side, but all of those weren't the reason Fernando's rooted to the spot right now.
On one side of the wall, the side opposite Daniel's bed where he would definitely see the instant he wakes up every morning, there’s a photo, very large one, so large that it took the whole wall and made the world map suddenly looked like an amateur. That photo was him, Fernando Torres, in close up. In it he's lying on a fibreglass floor, at that time when they're on the yacht in Ibiza. His blond hair which was longer than he had now was slightly wavered by the wind and he's looking straight at the camera with resolute, imperceptibly defiant, brown eyes.
That was real large, his real face was like ten times smaller than the one in that portrait.
Fernando spun around. "Daniel, what's this?" His voice was dry and he heard those hounds barking again, but both his voice and the dogs' noises couldn't divert Daniel off his own absorption.
"Fernando," Daniel's voice was dry, too, he seemed so excited until he couldn't control himself. With a letter in hand and eyes kept skimming it, he strode forward, thrust that piece of paper in the Spaniard's hand.
Fernando flipped it, it's also his picture, this one with the violet of lavender field and the orange of the Provence sunset as a background. Fernando in that picture was concentrating on something in his hand, maybe a sprig, while walking through the field. He didn't look at the camera; it's a sneaky shot. But his countenance, lights, shades and all elements in that photograph were combined so flawlessly and looked so surreal that Fernando didn't even realize he'd been holding his breath looking at it, once again.
"Fernando," Daniel almost shouted in delight, his hands clasped the Spaniard's waist and suddenly lifted him up. Fernando yelped in surprise and the dogs barked louder. He held onto the Dane's shoulder but Daniel's firm grip didn't seem to let him down when he whirled them around and around in exhilaration.
"Fernando, I won, I won!" He yelled and laughed so happily.
"Daniel, wait. You won, what? Danny, I'm dizzy. Put me down."
So Daniel spun them around one last round then threw them both onto the bed. He straddled the Spaniard who's now lying stiff from too many surprises. "That picture of you," Daniel panted, locking his full-of-excitement eyes with Fernando's confounded ones. "I won the Sony World Photography Award in Fantasy category because of that picture of you. The winner prize is 30,000 Euros!"
"What?!" Fernando was so shocked now. A 30,000 Euros, what the fuck?! Daniel couldn't stop smiling and he's still beaming so wide when he murmured and kissed him,
"For Christ's sake, I love you!"
***
"Are you gonna tell your sister or anyone about this?" Fernando asked. They’re alone in the room, dogs were all kicked out. The blonde was lying in bed with his cheek on Daniel's chest like he always did, it's his favourite posture when they're lying together.
"About you? Of course," Daniel replied, his fingers twirled those blond hairs absentmindedly.
"No, I mean, that you won that photo competition," Fernando corrected.
"Oh, that." Daniel smirked. "Maybe not."
Fernando giggled. "You cheeky bastard." He shifted. "What are you gonna do with that money?"
"I'll buy a house in Italy, a cute and lovely one near the Mediterranean Sea," Daniel woolgathered, paused, thinking. "Then a yacht, a Riviera one. Then a BMW Z4 roadster to drive along the coastline 'cos I've already test-driven it and I love it very much."
"I don't think a 30,000 Euros will be enough to cover all of your castle-in-the-air." Fernando laughed good-humoredly.
Daniel's bedroom door suddenly open ajar. Fernando startled a bit as a Saint Bernard slid into the room.
"Didn't you lock the door?!" Fernando gasped. “What if your sister comes in?!”
Daniel sounded nonchalant. "No one's gonna break in our privacy."
Fernando pointed at the evidence who's now wagging his tail smugly while squeezing himself in between Daniel and the blonde. "He just did."
"Dogs are exception. Don’t worry, my sister knows best enough to knock before open." Daniel ruffled the Saint Bernard's hair. "And this is Fifa. Fifa, say hi to Fernando."
Fifa yapped, once, like he actually said 'hi'. Fernando laughed animatedly. "What's this?!"
"Fernando," Daniel called out uncertainly.
"Hmm?" The Spaniard gingerly placed his hand on the Saint Bernard's head and was so delighted that Fifa just lay there primly and didn't snack on his hand in return.
"If I actually buy a BMW Z4, a yacht and that house in Italy..." He rolled, lying on his side, looking into Fernando's eyes, hesitation glinted his voice before completely vanished as he uttered the next question, "Would you like to...move there to live with me?"
Fernando was taken by surprise, he stopped petting Fifa. Bewilderment, shock even, flashed in his eyes. They stared at each other like that in silence for a long time, even Fifa seemed to forget to breathe. And when no one budged, Fernando finally whispered, in a dry voice that seemed to directly choke out of the bottom of his heart,
"Daniel, do you have any idea what you have actually just asked me for?"
To be continued in Act 7 Chapter 5.
.