Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [2/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:36:51 UTC
Comfort - [ 4 months ]
It’s not that he’s trying to patronise her, not at all, he simply wants her to be comfy. He wants to be one of those good boyfriends/husbands that he sees on the T.V and in movies. Even if he isn’t officially either of those two Norge has been living with him ever since the day she showed up at his doorstep screaming at shouting at him that she was going to, in a variety of languages, “chop his dick off for doing this to her”.
She appreciates it, he knows, something that she shows in the littlest of gestures leaning up slightly to allow him it reach the pillows behind her sore back and fluff them, not shouting at him when he offers to carry her up the stairs and to the bathroom when he sees her struggling to stand up and make her own way, the smallest of smiles on her face when Denmark offers her his own pillow at night and he himself goes without.
And even though she won’t voice her thanks, pride won’t allow it (especially when she’s at her most vulnerable), he knows that she welcomes his offers of help; the wide grin on her face as she sleeps is what gives her away and is proof enough for him.
She doesn’t know that he’s seen her like this and he doesn’t intend to inform her anytime soon, because with their child kicking away and that smile on her face it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed in his many centuries of life.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [3/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:37:53 UTC
Water Baby - [ 4 Months ]
Norway loves the sea; always has, always will. She’s never attempted to make a secret of her love for all things watery, especially sailing and fishing.
So it’s no surprise to anyone that Norway works for her country’s navy as her “regular” job, nor is it any further surprise that she insists on working up until her arranged maternity leave date.
Despite Denmark’s protests she insists on going to work every time that she’s called for. He tries to warn her, tries to talk her out of it, but Norway stubbornly stands her ground and leaves their house the next morning at 4AM for a fortnight long trip.
Denmark frets for her. He paces up and down with worry for Norway and their child and runs through every scenario that his brain throws at him. He panics when he finds that she hasn’t packed her favourite hot water bottle and worries about how much pain she must be in without it.
At around midday the next day Denmark gets a knock at his door and answers it to reveal a pale and surly Norway being propped up by another officer.
“Trip cancelled?” He asks the officer since Norway looks like she’s ready to pounce and kill him at any second.
“ ‘Tis for your wife here. She’s been throwin’ up since the moment we set sail,” he laughs and helps Norway clamber into the house and latch onto Denmark’s arm to steady herself. “I don’t think sea travel mixes well with her pregnancy.”
Denmark offers his thanks and apologises for Norway’s trouble and ushers her further inside/
“I told you that this was a ba-“
“Not. A. Word.” Is all that Norway growls out before stomping up to their bedroom to rest.
Even though she’s ready to kill someone Denmark can’t help but smile as he makes his way to the kitchen to fill up her water bottle because secretly he’s happy that she’s now been given early leave.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [4/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:38:52 UTC
The internet is not just for porn. [ 5 months ]
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time… trying to find as much information about pregnancy as he could in order to help out Norway. He’d sat down, turned on his computer and simply searched “pregnancy”.
One site turned into two, then another and in no time he had filled his toolbar, bookmarks menu and desktop with dozens and dozens of baby sites and forums.
Overjoyed, he picks up his laptop and runs downstairs to where Norway is lounging on her newfound favourite couch, watching some daytime talk show and nibbling on something or other, and stands in front of the television set before raising the screen to eye level and beginning to read despite Norway’s cries of;
“Dammit, Denmark! You’re blocking the view!!”, “This is the best bit, you idiot! MOVE!” and “Don’t make me waddle over there!”
“Folic acid.” Denmark states out of nowhere , ignoring Norway who simply raises an eyebrow. “It says that you should take it...” He pauses to scroll down, twisting his body awkwardly and Norway feels the urge to facepalm rising within him, “And it says that you need start doing these pelvinc floor exercise thingies! ... OOH! And no more coffee for you either!”
Denmark pauses to read more, “It says you need your rest, so no more staying up late to watch tose horror films you seem to have developed a love for! It says you should swim! And for some reason eat goats cheese… I’ll go and fetch us some from the shop in the morning. And for some reason it’s telling me that sex is good for the baby!”
It’s at this point that Norway does facepalm with an audible groan that seems to go unnoticed by Denmark, “Apparently semen has nutrients in it that help the baby to grow AND it “softens the cervix” whatever that means “to help it to open easier during labour” and I’m not sure what any of this means but I think that we should get started on this one immediately so drop your pantie- ACK!” He’s stopped suddenly by one of Norway’s trolls driving him into a wall and his laptop falls to the floor and shatters into several pieces with a satisfying crunch.
Norway smiles and goes back to watching her show, turning the volume up to drown out the sound of Denmark’s pained groaning from the other side of the room.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [5/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:39:56 UTC
“Fuck me” - [ 6 Months ]
Her request is curt. Straight to the point and Norway shows no sign of a joke or hesitation in her body language or voice as she stands in front of Denmark with her arms folded over her chest and a stern expression across her features.
“W-what?!” Denmark stutters out, shocked that, for the first time since he’s know Norway, they are openly demanding sex from him. Of course they’ve had sex before, many times and it’s what has gotten them into this mess in the first place, but it’s always been at Denmark’s insistence or instigation.
“I told you to ‘fuck me’. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“I heard what you said but… -”
“Then what’s the problem?!” She snaps, obviously losing her patience, and wastes no time in slapping the newspaper out of Denmark’s hands and crawling into hip lap when she realises that she’s not about to get a coherent answer out of him any time soon.
She makes quick work of unzipping his pants and cupping at his crotch to coax him to full mast because, by his own admission, he found the fact that she was pregnant incredibly sexy.
She’s stopped halfway through pulling her panties aside underneath her skirt by Denmark’s hands gripping her own, preventing her from continuing.
“Are you sure this is okay? I mean…” he looks at her stomach, “what if I crush the lil’ guy or somethin’?” Norway sighs and slides his boxers down, freeing his erection to the cold air and smirking.
“It’s fine, I’ll just have to ride you instead then, won’t I?” Any further protests are cut off by the blissful sigh escaping from Norge’s lips and the feeling of her wetness clamping down around his cock.
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He wakes up the next morning to the sight of Norway tying up her now-long hair into a loose ponytail and making a move to stand up. Denmark doesn’t make his opportunity to slide up next to, wrap his arms around her middle, press kisses against the crook of her neck and whisper;
“Mornin’, beautiful~”
His only response is an elbow to his stomach and Norway waddling out of their bedroom without a word.
And as much as he loves and adores Norway it’s times like these that make him pray to whatever God is willing to listen to him that this baby won’t inherit their mother’s personality.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [6/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:41:36 UTC
Growth - [ 6 Months ]
“This is silly.” Norway grumbles as she stands against one of the doorframes in Denmark’s hallway, holding her shirt up to expose her swollen stomach.
“Not it’s not! It’s fun!” is Denmark’s joyful reply, and even though Norway cannot see his face she knows that he’s got a huge grin spread across his face, as he lines up a marker pen to her stomach and the wall.
“Do we have to do this ervery week?”
“Memories, Norge! We’re making memories!” Denmark stands up from his kneeling position, after placing a kiss to Norway’s stomach, and grins that damned infections grin of his at her and laughs. “Now was that so hard?”
“Shut up, Denmark.” She snaps and looks at the series of marks and labels on the wall, frosty words and demeanour betrayed by the sweet smile that’s crept onto her face as she observes the documented growth of her- of their child.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [7/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:43:07 UTC
Battlefield - [ 7 Months ]
Clutter. That’s the only word she can think of to even begin describe it and it is everywhere. She can barely move lately and trying to navigate her way through the collection of toys, boxes and bags would be practically suicidal.
She’s a Viking; a proud warrior who gives in to no-one and she’ll be damned if she loses a battle to a bunch of boxes! But between trying to swing her leg over the baby walker and sliding between a particularly dangerously high pile of boxes, even knocking a few over with her stomach on the way, Norway decides that while she’s willing to risk her own life on the minefield that is Denmark’s living room she’s not that willing to risk her baby’s.
She’d only managed to get three feet away from her starting position of the couch so it’s not too much of a struggle to make it back there.
Slowly sinking herself down with on hand on the arm and another on her stomach she manages to avoid any further incident. She stretches herself out on the piece of furniture and somehow manages to get comfortable and find some piece despite the chaos all around her.
Her peace, however, is short lived as the sounds of a door slamming, heavy footsteps and Denmark’s over-excited, but muffled, voice find their way to her room.
“Hey, Nor! Look what I found on my trip into town today!”
Norway’s response is simply to groan and roll over; she doesn’t even want to think about what he may have bought this time.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [8/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:43:56 UTC
Soother - [ 8 Months ]
Despite his outward appearance, Denmark is actually quite perceptive. So when he hears Norway let out a muffled cry of pain he can’t help but pad over to her side and politely, for fear of his genitals, ask her to sit up for him.
Slowly she does because, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Denmark gives amazing back massages.
At the feeling of Denmark sliding behind her and his eyes at the small of her back she lets out a sigh of relief and knows that Denmark is no doubt smiling happily behind her.
“They’re restless.” Norway admits.
“ ‘s ‘cause they want to come out now.”
“They get it from you.” Norway giggles. Giggles because after 5 months of living with Denmark again she’s finally come out of the shell she went into when she left his house all those years ago.
Denmark carries on; rubbing and palming at her back with a gentleness that one wouldn’t believe was possible from the former Viking in complete silence.
Silence that’s only broken by Denmark leaning forward, twisting his head to kiss Norway’s cheek and whisper into her ear a soft, “I love you”.
Norway’s response is to simply sigh and turn her head to meet his lips with her own.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [9/9]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 12:45:12 UTC
Two Weeks - [ 8 Months ]
It takes all of her energy to stop it, the smile that’s threatening to spread across her face at any second, as she leans against the kitchen counter and looks down at the Denmark nuzzling his nose against and making little cooing noises at her stomach.
“Any day now~” he murmurs and pats her stomach, “Now you be an awesome little baby like your daddy and not give your mother two much trouble, ‘kay?”
He plants a kiss to her stomach and stands up, wrapping his arms around Norway as best he can once he’s reached his full height, one around her waist and the other resting gently against her stomach and rubbing it in small circles.
They’re silent for a while, nothing but the sound of their own breathing and the occasional contented sigh until Norway presses her head against Denmark’s shoulder and breaks it;
“Two weeks…” He tilts his head and looks down at her with a comforting smile,
“Y’scared?” Norway smiles, she doesn’t even need to think of the answer,
“I’m not.” Her voice is small, soft even, but lacks any hint of fear.
“Good.” The next thing that she feels are Denmark’s warm lips closing over her own. He doesn’t force her to return or deepen it and both are content in their moment. Unmoving until Denmark gets a kick to his own abdomen from Norway’s.
“He’s got a good kick…” Norway comments with a small giggle. Denmark looks at him with a questioning gaze before laughing himself and then speaking;
“She, Norge.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“We’ll see soon enough, won’t we?”
“Shut up, Denmark.”
And he does, silenced by his love’s lips pressing against his once again.
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [9/9]
anonymous
July 16 2009, 22:18:33 UTC
Oh, this... I found this strangely sweet, considering real life pregnancy somehow creeps me out. Denmark is so IC as the over-excited daddy and Norway just slowly melting towards him and the thought of becoming a mother...
I've absolutely loved this so far, and seconding the above anons: an omake would be more than welcome! :3
Re: Preggo Rhymes With Lego! [9/9]
anonymous
December 19 2011, 10:14:59 UTC
awww this is so cute with lots of fluff that makes my heart leaped with joy. They are both IC and your Denmark is so adorable. It can't end like this, please continue writing author-anon! :)
It’s not that he’s trying to patronise her, not at all, he simply wants her to be comfy. He wants to be one of those good boyfriends/husbands that he sees on the T.V and in movies. Even if he isn’t officially either of those two Norge has been living with him ever since the day she showed up at his doorstep screaming at shouting at him that she was going to, in a variety of languages, “chop his dick off for doing this to her”.
She appreciates it, he knows, something that she shows in the littlest of gestures leaning up slightly to allow him it reach the pillows behind her sore back and fluff them, not shouting at him when he offers to carry her up the stairs and to the bathroom when he sees her struggling to stand up and make her own way, the smallest of smiles on her face when Denmark offers her his own pillow at night and he himself goes without.
And even though she won’t voice her thanks, pride won’t allow it (especially when she’s at her most vulnerable), he knows that she welcomes his offers of help; the wide grin on her face as she sleeps is what gives her away and is proof enough for him.
She doesn’t know that he’s seen her like this and he doesn’t intend to inform her anytime soon, because with their child kicking away and that smile on her face it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed in his many centuries of life.
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Norway loves the sea; always has, always will. She’s never attempted to make a secret of her love for all things watery, especially sailing and fishing.
So it’s no surprise to anyone that Norway works for her country’s navy as her “regular” job, nor is it any further surprise that she insists on working up until her arranged maternity leave date.
Despite Denmark’s protests she insists on going to work every time that she’s called for. He tries to warn her, tries to talk her out of it, but Norway stubbornly stands her ground and leaves their house the next morning at 4AM for a fortnight long trip.
Denmark frets for her. He paces up and down with worry for Norway and their child and runs through every scenario that his brain throws at him. He panics when he finds that she hasn’t packed her favourite hot water bottle and worries about how much pain she must be in without it.
At around midday the next day Denmark gets a knock at his door and answers it to reveal a pale and surly Norway being propped up by another officer.
“Trip cancelled?” He asks the officer since Norway looks like she’s ready to pounce and kill him at any second.
“ ‘Tis for your wife here. She’s been throwin’ up since the moment we set sail,” he laughs and helps Norway clamber into the house and latch onto Denmark’s arm to steady herself. “I don’t think sea travel mixes well with her pregnancy.”
Denmark offers his thanks and apologises for Norway’s trouble and ushers her further inside/
“I told you that this was a ba-“
“Not. A. Word.” Is all that Norway growls out before stomping up to their bedroom to rest.
Even though she’s ready to kill someone Denmark can’t help but smile as he makes his way to the kitchen to fill up her water bottle because secretly he’s happy that she’s now been given early leave.
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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time… trying to find as much information about pregnancy as he could in order to help out Norway. He’d sat down, turned on his computer and simply searched “pregnancy”.
One site turned into two, then another and in no time he had filled his toolbar, bookmarks menu and desktop with dozens and dozens of baby sites and forums.
Overjoyed, he picks up his laptop and runs downstairs to where Norway is lounging on her newfound favourite couch, watching some daytime talk show and nibbling on something or other, and stands in front of the television set before raising the screen to eye level and beginning to read despite Norway’s cries of;
“Dammit, Denmark! You’re blocking the view!!”, “This is the best bit, you idiot! MOVE!” and “Don’t make me waddle over there!”
“Folic acid.” Denmark states out of nowhere , ignoring Norway who simply raises an eyebrow. “It says that you should take it...” He pauses to scroll down, twisting his body awkwardly and Norway feels the urge to facepalm rising within him, “And it says that you need start doing these pelvinc floor exercise thingies! ... OOH! And no more coffee for you either!”
Denmark pauses to read more, “It says you need your rest, so no more staying up late to watch tose horror films you seem to have developed a love for! It says you should swim! And for some reason eat goats cheese… I’ll go and fetch us some from the shop in the morning. And for some reason it’s telling me that sex is good for the baby!”
It’s at this point that Norway does facepalm with an audible groan that seems to go unnoticed by Denmark, “Apparently semen has nutrients in it that help the baby to grow AND it “softens the cervix” whatever that means “to help it to open easier during labour” and I’m not sure what any of this means but I think that we should get started on this one immediately so drop your pantie- ACK!” He’s stopped suddenly by one of Norway’s trolls driving him into a wall and his laptop falls to the floor and shatters into several pieces with a satisfying crunch.
Norway smiles and goes back to watching her show, turning the volume up to drown out the sound of Denmark’s pained groaning from the other side of the room.
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Her request is curt. Straight to the point and Norway shows no sign of a joke or hesitation in her body language or voice as she stands in front of Denmark with her arms folded over her chest and a stern expression across her features.
“W-what?!” Denmark stutters out, shocked that, for the first time since he’s know Norway, they are openly demanding sex from him. Of course they’ve had sex before, many times and it’s what has gotten them into this mess in the first place, but it’s always been at Denmark’s insistence or instigation.
“I told you to ‘fuck me’. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“I heard what you said but… -”
“Then what’s the problem?!” She snaps, obviously losing her patience, and wastes no time in slapping the newspaper out of Denmark’s hands and crawling into hip lap when she realises that she’s not about to get a coherent answer out of him any time soon.
She makes quick work of unzipping his pants and cupping at his crotch to coax him to full mast because, by his own admission, he found the fact that she was pregnant incredibly sexy.
She’s stopped halfway through pulling her panties aside underneath her skirt by Denmark’s hands gripping her own, preventing her from continuing.
“Are you sure this is okay? I mean…” he looks at her stomach, “what if I crush the lil’ guy or somethin’?” Norway sighs and slides his boxers down, freeing his erection to the cold air and smirking.
“It’s fine, I’ll just have to ride you instead then, won’t I?” Any further protests are cut off by the blissful sigh escaping from Norge’s lips and the feeling of her wetness clamping down around his cock.
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He wakes up the next morning to the sight of Norway tying up her now-long hair into a loose ponytail and making a move to stand up. Denmark doesn’t make his opportunity to slide up next to, wrap his arms around her middle, press kisses against the crook of her neck and whisper;
“Mornin’, beautiful~”
His only response is an elbow to his stomach and Norway waddling out of their bedroom without a word.
And as much as he loves and adores Norway it’s times like these that make him pray to whatever God is willing to listen to him that this baby won’t inherit their mother’s personality.
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“This is silly.” Norway grumbles as she stands against one of the doorframes in Denmark’s hallway, holding her shirt up to expose her swollen stomach.
“Not it’s not! It’s fun!” is Denmark’s joyful reply, and even though Norway cannot see his face she knows that he’s got a huge grin spread across his face, as he lines up a marker pen to her stomach and the wall.
“Do we have to do this ervery week?”
“Memories, Norge! We’re making memories!” Denmark stands up from his kneeling position, after placing a kiss to Norway’s stomach, and grins that damned infections grin of his at her and laughs. “Now was that so hard?”
“Shut up, Denmark.” She snaps and looks at the series of marks and labels on the wall, frosty words and demeanour betrayed by the sweet smile that’s crept onto her face as she observes the documented growth of her- of their child.
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Clutter. That’s the only word she can think of to even begin describe it and it is everywhere. She can barely move lately and trying to navigate her way through the collection of toys, boxes and bags would be practically suicidal.
She’s a Viking; a proud warrior who gives in to no-one and she’ll be damned if she loses a battle to a bunch of boxes! But between trying to swing her leg over the baby walker and sliding between a particularly dangerously high pile of boxes, even knocking a few over with her stomach on the way, Norway decides that while she’s willing to risk her own life on the minefield that is Denmark’s living room she’s not that willing to risk her baby’s.
She’d only managed to get three feet away from her starting position of the couch so it’s not too much of a struggle to make it back there.
Slowly sinking herself down with on hand on the arm and another on her stomach she manages to avoid any further incident. She stretches herself out on the piece of furniture and somehow manages to get comfortable and find some piece despite the chaos all around her.
Her peace, however, is short lived as the sounds of a door slamming, heavy footsteps and Denmark’s over-excited, but muffled, voice find their way to her room.
“Hey, Nor! Look what I found on my trip into town today!”
Norway’s response is simply to groan and roll over; she doesn’t even want to think about what he may have bought this time.
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Despite his outward appearance, Denmark is actually quite perceptive. So when he hears Norway let out a muffled cry of pain he can’t help but pad over to her side and politely, for fear of his genitals, ask her to sit up for him.
Slowly she does because, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Denmark gives amazing back massages.
At the feeling of Denmark sliding behind her and his eyes at the small of her back she lets out a sigh of relief and knows that Denmark is no doubt smiling happily behind her.
“They’re restless.” Norway admits.
“ ‘s ‘cause they want to come out now.”
“They get it from you.” Norway giggles. Giggles because after 5 months of living with Denmark again she’s finally come out of the shell she went into when she left his house all those years ago.
Denmark carries on; rubbing and palming at her back with a gentleness that one wouldn’t believe was possible from the former Viking in complete silence.
Silence that’s only broken by Denmark leaning forward, twisting his head to kiss Norway’s cheek and whisper into her ear a soft, “I love you”.
Norway’s response is to simply sigh and turn her head to meet his lips with her own.
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It takes all of her energy to stop it, the smile that’s threatening to spread across her face at any second, as she leans against the kitchen counter and looks down at the Denmark nuzzling his nose against and making little cooing noises at her stomach.
“Any day now~” he murmurs and pats her stomach, “Now you be an awesome little baby like your daddy and not give your mother two much trouble, ‘kay?”
He plants a kiss to her stomach and stands up, wrapping his arms around Norway as best he can once he’s reached his full height, one around her waist and the other resting gently against her stomach and rubbing it in small circles.
They’re silent for a while, nothing but the sound of their own breathing and the occasional contented sigh until Norway presses her head against Denmark’s shoulder and breaks it;
“Two weeks…” He tilts his head and looks down at her with a comforting smile,
“Y’scared?” Norway smiles, she doesn’t even need to think of the answer,
“I’m not.” Her voice is small, soft even, but lacks any hint of fear.
“Good.” The next thing that she feels are Denmark’s warm lips closing over her own. He doesn’t force her to return or deepen it and both are content in their moment. Unmoving until Denmark gets a kick to his own abdomen from Norway’s.
“He’s got a good kick…” Norway comments with a small giggle. Denmark looks at him with a questioning gaze before laughing himself and then speaking;
“She, Norge.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“We’ll see soon enough, won’t we?”
“Shut up, Denmark.”
And he does, silenced by his love’s lips pressing against his once again.
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I've absolutely loved this so far, and seconding the above anons: an omake would be more than welcome! :3
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