All Myself To You ♡ DENNOR
DenNor Human AU
Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
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Christmas was the most enjoyable time of the year for all five members of the Nordic Five household. In fact, the house grew so busy, nobody had time to chitchat about what they wanted or needed, especially busy bee Tino, and his adoring fiance Berwald. The two decorated the house with many pretty lights, cute little snowmen figurines and last, but not least, the Christmas tree. Each of the Nordics took turn placing ornaments onto the tree, Mathias going first, second Lukas, and so forth. "And we're done!" Tino clapped his hands, eyes shut as he grinned cheerfully. "All that's left to do is finish decorating the sweets, and we'll wait until Santa arrives in the next couple of days!" With that said, all five of the Nordics went separate directions. Well, all except Mathias.
Mathias stared longingly at the tree before him, admiring it as if it were a statue of a god... or even a statue of himself. The tree was large, but barely touched the ceiling. As his eyes scanned up and down the tree, the blond Dane stopped his gaze. His eyes widened suddenly - Tino forgot to put a star on top of the tree! "Tino? Hey, Tino-" Mathias began to call, but only the sound of his voice could be heard, and nothing else. The house was fairly large, so it was difficult to call for one-another's names in the house. Quickly, Mathias thought up of a way to reach for the tree. His gaze stopped, landing on a small wooden chair Berwald built for his son, Peter. He hurried towards the small piece of furniture, dragging it across the hardwood floor, leaving some scrape marks in the process. Turning it around to face the tree, Mathias went to the garage. He found the star in Tino's Christmas stash, picking it up before carrying it out of the room, before heading back off into the lounge room.
Stepping up onto the chair, Mathias made sure to keep himself balanced. Unfortunately, the tip of the tree was too out of reach. Standing on his own tippy-toes, Mathias - tongue poked to one side - concentrated, making sure the star on the tree would sit perfectly. Unbeknown to him, one of the legs on the chair snapped, before all four legs came crashing down, bringing both Mathias and the tree along. The tree crashed down, shaking the entire house. All of the ornaments, one by one, slipped off, crashing onto the floor. Six pairs of feet hustled into the room, all four boys shocked to see the mess of the lounge room. Mathias, who lay on the floor helplessly, winced as he attempted to sit up. Surrounding the sunny-blond man was Emil, Tino and Berwald.
"Uh... whoops?"
Tino sighed, shaking his head as he held a hand out for the sunny-blond man to take. "Mathias, what on earth were you doing?" He demanded, his cheery tone ceasing to exist. His gaze averted to a heart-shaped ornament with a photograph of him, Berwald and an infant Peter. The centre of the ornament was cracked, as if it were a heartbroken-shaped ornament. He quickly rushed over to the ornament with tear-stained eyes. "This was our first photo with Peter...!" He sighed, shaking his head as he held the ornament to his own heart. "Oh, well," he hiccuped merely, before standing up. "We can... We can fix it. Don't worry. Just make sure you don't have any cuts or wounds, alright?" With that, he left the room, Berwald trailing behind. "Stupid Dane," Emil grumbled as he turned to leave the room, too.
And now Mathias was alone.
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"Hey, Mathias!"
Mathias perked up as Tino waltzed into the foyer, a little cookbook in his hand. "Wanna bake some sweets with me?" The blond Finn gushed, holding up his book. "Really? That'd be super awesome!" Jumping up from the sofa, the two hustled into the kitchen. Already the stove was heated up to 350°F, and everything was prepared: the cooking utensils, the cutters, the eggs, milk, etcetera. "Alright, so first thing's first is to wash your--"
"WOAH!!" Mathias chirped as he dashed over, already stirring the cookie dough. Tino laughed sheepishly, before walking over to the taller boy. "You're supposed to wash your hands," he inquired, although it just went into one ear out the other with Mathias. "Can I try some?" He asked, eyes twinkling like a child. "Pleeeease?" His voice dragged, indicating begging. Tino shook his head, "No, Mathias! If you were baking for yourself, maybe, but this is for the family and Santa!" After scraping the dough out, Tino and Mathias each rolled them into little balls. Suddenly, Mathias began to grow bored. "I want a large cookie!" He chirped, picking a couple of Tino's cookie balls from their trays before mixing them into his own. "Mathias!" Tino cried, his patience draining slightly.
"Come on, I just wanna have fun!"
"Fine, fine," Tino mused, watching as Mathias continued creating quote unquote, "the world's most badass cookie!" Once the cookie was made he threw it onto the pan, opening the oven door carelessly before sliding the tray in, no mitten or anything. He burnt his hand in the process. "Ow!!" Watching his friend do this, Tino sighed and shook his head tiredly. "I'm... going to the supermarket. You take care!" He turned and left the kitchen, with Mathias and his now burnt cookie.
And Mathias was alone... again.
(个_个) ☆⌒(>。<)
Lukas peacefully laid against his bed, soft music coming from his phone with his earphones plugged in. He flipped through the page of his fairy tale book, letting out gentle breaths. As his earphones were on, he barely heard the commotion downstairs, or the plunging footsteps storming upstairs, or even the loud slam of the bedroom door that was next to Lukas' own. All fell quiet, excluding the Norwegian boy's music. A few moments later he paused the music, wrapping his earphones around his phone before setting it down on the bed. Sliding off his bed he walked out of his room and down the hall. Just as he passed Mathias' room, he could hear a soft, barely audible cry. Mathias... crying? No. He never cried. He only cried over silly romance flicks and kitten videos - loudly, to add. Lukas shook his head. He didn't want to bother Mathias, but at the same time he wanted to know what happened. So, he turned forward and headed off downstairs.
He gasped lightly as the tree came into view. The tree had snapped in half, its pines scattered all over the lounge room rug. Ornaments were shattered, glass scattered everywhere as if it were a crime scene. Some droplets of blood even came into view. "What... What happened?" He asked himself as he moved closer to the tree. He knelt down, examining the blood. "Mathias being a moron as usual," a voice came from behind Lukas. The blond male turned; his younger brother only came into view. "He knocked over our tree," he added, shrugging, "and snapped Peter's Christmas gift in half." Lukas, arms crossed, turned his head downwards to the floor. "But was he hurt?" He asked, although Emil didn't answer - he only continued complaining about Mathias, and how Christmas was only in three days. "...And now Santa won't come to our house without a tree!"
"Emil, you do realise Santa is actually Tino, right?" Lukas snickered drily, ruffling his little brother's hair. "Go outside play with Leon or something. It's a nice snowy day, why don't you go?" Emil wrinkled his nose, pouting. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lukas. I don't 'play' in the snow." This only made the blond Norwegian crack up. "You're so cute, Emil, just like when you were little." With that said, Lukas left the lounge room, making way to the room next door: the kitchen. Maybe Tino knew what was up.
Tino sat in one of the kitchen stools, staring down brokenheartedly at his ornament. Lukas entered the kitchen, hand resting against the wall. "Tino?" He spoke, causing the shorter Finn to jolt in surprise. He hid the ornament behind his back. "Oh, hey Lukas! You look very well-rested!" He mused, laughing timidly. "So, how was your nap? What did you dream Santa would get you?" Lukas didn't reply to any of Tino's silly questions. He leaned against the wall. "Wasn't sleeping. Are you okay? Your eyes look all red and puffy." Tino laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with his free arm. "No, no! Just, er, allergies! Yeah, that's all! Don't worry a thing about me!"
"Right..."
Lukas then left, heading back upstairs to the final stop: Mathias' room. Maybe Mathias knew what happened. All of the others were acting so strange, just before he discovered Mathias crying... or laughing, or making drunkard noises. Lukas hadn't a clue. Reaching the top step, Lukas approached his best friend's room, lightly rasping his knuckles against the wood. No reply. Usually when Lukas knocked on Mathias' door, he'd be lunged inside by a cheeky and cheerful Mathias, but no. Again he knocked on the door, expecting a reply. None. Nothing. Lukas shook his head as he turned the doorknob, opening up the doors widely. "Mathias?" He called out, only hearing nothing but his own voice.
"Maybe he's in the washroom," Lukas thought out loud. He sat down on Mathias' bed, smoothing out the already messy bed sheets. "Lukas..." Came a soft Danish accent from nearby. Turning around, Mathias peered from the washroom door, his beady blue eyes now a puffy red from crying. "Whaddaya need?" He asked in between hiccups. Lukas shut his eyes at the sight of his best friend crying. And he could tell, those tears were from hurt emotions. He just... could sense it. Sighing he walked over to Mathias, pulling him forward and close to him. "What happened out there?" He asked.
Mathias, not once giving any sort of eye contact to Lukas, shook his head slowly. "Just... ruining everything, nothing special." He laughed nervously. "I wanted to... I wanted to help out. I tried to help decorate the tree. I tried to help Tino bake. I tried, Luke, I really did. I just-" Mathias stopped mid-sentence, turning away. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin yer day, checking up on me and all. Sometimes I just feel... I dunno... ignored." Lukas relaxed his shoulders as he watched his friend walk over to his bed, flopping down on the mattress. "It's like... The others don't care 'bout my feelings no more, Luke. Except you."
Lukas sat on the edge of the bed, hands cupped together, gaze lowered to the floor. "Matt... Don't say those things, you dummy. That isn't like you," he mumbled. "You know we love you. We're family, and families are bound to fight. If... If nobody here loved ya, then they'd show it every day."
Mathias didn't reply.
"B'sides," Lukas inched closer as Mathias sat up. "People make mistakes." Of course with this said, Mathias began to tear up, quickly clinging onto Lukas as if he were a soft toy of some sort. "I'm so sorry for bein' a complete burden!" Tensing up, Lukas didn't hug back, but he didn't push his friend away either. He didn't like hugs, but just this time - and maybe in the future - he'd allow it. Mathias continued to cry and speak rapidly, his words hardly fitting through English. After what felt like almost hours of Mathias crying, the room suddenly fell silent. Mathias let Lukas go quickly, wiping dry tears away. "Sorry," he laughed nervously. "I get emotional!"
Lukas shrugged merely, "I understand."
More silence fell between the two of them, before Mathias coughed nervously. "Well... Tak. Thanks for listening to me," he mumbled, staring downwards; a fiery blush formed upon the young boy's face. "Really, I needed someone to confide to. I feel dumb for always runnin' to you with my problems, andー HM?!" Before Mathias could finish his sentence, Lukas gently kissed the other boy's cheek lightly. "Shut up," he muttered as he inched away. "You know ya always have me to talk to." Mathias smiled lightly, eyes shut. "Thanks, Luke. I really don't deserve ya, though."
"Just don't ever put yourself down like this again, alright?" Lukas replied, his own gaze raising up to meet Mathias's. "Promise me that, alright?"
"Ja! I promise!"
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Christmastime had arrived, and all five of the Nordics gathered downstairs to exchange gifts. The tree had already been fixed, and everyone forgave Mathias for his ditsy mistakes. Of course, family mattered much more than anything in the Nordic household. Emil (hesitantly) apologised to Mathias, and Tino helped bake a large cookie with him, just as Mathias wanted. He even helped build a swingset for Peter with Berwald. The five of them spent their day laughing and watching Christmas flicks. And of course, they all had a Merry Christmas!