Wolf of the King 8

Chapter 8: Feelings



Leiul hummed as she finished drying her hair. After waking up to the smell of sweet apple Danishes she had hopped in the shower to get cleaned off before joining Denmark for breakfast. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight Danish flag tank top before she went to the kitchen to meet him. Denmark had fixed them both a plate and a cup of coffee, and was waiting for her at the table.

“God Morgen Leiul.”

“Morgen Matt.”

The man smiled and pulled out a chair for her. Leiul let him push her up to the table before she started eating. He chuckled and sat next to her, starting on his own plate. The woman eyed him for a moment, taking note of his messy hair and the flour on his face.

“I hope my kitchen’s note as messy as you.”

The man laughed and shook his head. She smiled and sipped her coffee, watching him eye her for a moment. There was something in his eyes that she didn’t quite recognize, and it confused her. She finished off her breakfast and took her dishes to the sink. Denmark followed after her and watched her rinse everything off. He rest his chin on her shoulder, making her shiver as his breath dusted her neck.

“Hey Leiul, if someone liked you, how would you want them to tell you?”

She shrugged him off and went toward her living room where Skoll slept on the couch. Denmark followed her sitting, next to her. She heard him sigh before he propped his ankle up on his knee. Leiul glanced at him for a moment, reaching over to pet Skoll.

“I’d want them to do it in Danish, and it’d have to be in front of all of their friends so I could know it was real.”

“…Hey kaerlighed, you wanna come over to my place? Finland’s been dying to actually meet you.”

“Uh, sure?”

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Denmark yelled out as he led Leiul into the house. The other Nordics were gathered in the living room, and looked over at them as they approached. Leiul waved and claimed a spot on the arm of Denmark’s armchair allowing him to claim the seat.

“I believe I introduced you guys a few days ago?”

Finland smiled. “It’s Leiul right?”

“Ja.”

Denmark hooked an arm around the woman’s waist. “No hitting on her guys.”

Norway rolled his eyes. “We know.”

Iceland sighed. “She’s pretty but she’s not my type.”

Leiul looked at Denmark. “Is there something I need to know here?”

Norway shrugged. “He declared you off limits.”

“Eh?”

Denmark grinned. “Fordi jeg kan lide dig, og jeg vil have dig til at være min dronning. Vil du være min kæreste?”  (Because I like you, and I want you to be my queen.  Will you be my girlfriend?)

Leiul gave him an ‘are-you-serious’ look before she smirked. “Du er i for et helvede af en tur.” (You’re in for one hell of a ride.)

” Jeg ville ikke have det på nogen anden måde.” (I wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Finland smiled and leaned back, right into Sweden’s waiting arm. “So I guess we’ll be seeing you around more often?”

Norway muttered. “Please take him with you.”

Denmark smirked. “Actually, I think I have an idea.”