DenNor: You know I love YouDenNor: You know I love You by ~Littlesunflower17
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Every world meeting was the same. Screaming, fighting, and never getting anything done. But it did do a great job of wearing Lukas out.
As soon as he got home, he plopped down on the couch. Suddenly it was the most comfortable piece of furniture he owned. Lukas didn't even care that he was still in his uniform. All he wanted was some peace, rest, and quiet.
An hour later, Mathias arrived home from the bar he was at. His two best friends, Alfred and Gilbert, dropped him off. Being the retard he was, he forgot the key to his own home. So he went to Lukas'. That was the house he actually had the key for. Good thing he wasn't drunk…
"Norge?" He called, receiving no answer. "Oh Norgie~" He started to use a sing song voice but still didn't get a reply. Mathias then walked into the silent living room and found out why. He slowly approached the passed out Norwegian on the couch. He slept with his lips parted, snoring very lightly. "Awww." The Dane smiled.
"Hey, hey Norge." He bega
Scary Stories: The Thing (Denmark + Norway)Scary Stories: The Thing (Denmark + Norway) by ~Littlesunflower17
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One night, Mathias Køler and Lukas Bondevik were sitting on a fence near the post office. There was a field of turnips across the road.
Suddenly they saw something crawl out of the field and stand up. It looked like a man, but in the dark it was hard to tell for sure.
Then it was gone. But it soon appeared again. It walked halfway across the road, then it turned around and went back into the field. It came out a third time and started toward them.
By now Lukas and Mathias were scared and they started running. But when they finally stopped, they thought they were being foolish. Both of them weren't sure what was so scary.
"Maybe it's just Berwald." Mathias joked, emitting a loud laugh. "Stupid Dane…" Lukas mumbled and choked the other with his own tie. So after that, they decided to go back and get a better look. Pretty soon they saw it, for it was coming to meet them.
It was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders. "Yep, that's definitely not Berwal
Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor Previous explorations left Lukas Bondevik as close to seclusion as possible. He was damaged, well, his heart, and crestfallen by the prodding humiliation of betrayal and romance. It seemed so wonderful back then, when he was just a naive, young boy that could peek over at a sweet girl with a blossoming smile and wave, and she would blush and giggle at him as often they would. But once he hit high school, the world had stabbed him in the back with love's careless revenge, and after so long of painful tears and remorse, karma had finally hit Lukas hard.Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor by ~REFREAK111
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It wasn't until months later that Lukas truly forgot about his harsh break-up, which had been received through a horrible note that left a pit of dread in his churning stomach. Just looking at the crude and blunt words made him sick with eyes tearing up furiously and his knuckles going a numb white-the paper was crumpled beneath his shaken, powerful grasp, and immediately thrown out ont
APH- Denmark x Norway: First meetings Cha. One_Lukas’s P.O.V._APH- Denmark x Norway: First meetings Cha. One by ~Violetrepublic
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I sat alone in the wide open wheat fields. The sun shone brightly, something I had not experienced in a long time. A I gazed over the beautiful fields, I could see the edge of the rocky shores my country seemed to have so much of. I let my mind wander, and believe me, that was a perfect day for that sort of thing. After all this was one of the few days I could ever just sit here, in peace. With nothing to bother me within one-hundred miles. I heaved a sigh and sprawled out on the grass, leaving my eyes to stare at the clouds…”I wonder if Emil is alright?” I say to myself, as the corners of my mouth twitch upwards thinking of my baby brother, no older than four. It does get quite lonely out here, with hardly no one to talk to, except a four-year-old. “I wish I had some friends.” I thought out loud to the world. “Someone who would be, oh I don’t know…” I thought for a moment,