Hej-

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

Well somethin’s gotta be in there. /Pokes where his heart is./ 

Well of course something’s in there but it’s not made of stone. Don’t be silly. -playfully swats at his hand, resisting the urge to laugh right now-

Prove ‘t.

Make me food.

/Grins./

Right. Just be patient. -goes on into the kitchen and starts making the soup after watching his hands of course. Starts with putting vegetables and fish stock into a pot-

/Leans against the counter./

You.

Where were you ‘s morning?

This morning? 

I got up to make coffee but there was no more coffee so I went and bought some. See?

-Nods over to where there’s a new bag of coffee  beans on the counter, continues watching the pot carefully as he makes the soup-

Ah.

‘cause I was lonely.

Ah sorry about that. 

Well I’m back now right? -Leans up and places a soft kiss on the other’s cheek-

Guess so. 

/Just barely manages a liiiiiiiittle ass-slap in there./

norgeforalltid:

-Lukas only shifted slightly in his sleep and snuggled closer to the man. He was a pretty light sleeper so a light shake or being told to wake up would probably cause him to open his eyes. A quiet sound did leave him though as he shifted closer to Jakob-

His arms wrapped a bit tighter around Lukas and he leaned in closer to to his ear. “C’mon, kærlighed, wake up.” he whispered, before another light kiss was pressed to his cheek.

Hej-

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

Well somethin’s gotta be in there. /Pokes where his heart is./ 

Well of course something’s in there but it’s not made of stone. Don’t be silly. -playfully swats at his hand, resisting the urge to laugh right now-

Prove ‘t.

Make me food.

/Grins./

Right. Just be patient. -goes on into the kitchen and starts making the soup after watching his hands of course. Starts with putting vegetables and fish stock into a pot-

/Leans against the counter./

You.

Where were you ‘s morning?

This morning? 

I got up to make coffee but there was no more coffee so I went and bought some. See?

-Nods over to where there’s a new bag of coffee  beans on the counter, continues watching the pot carefully as he makes the soup-

Ah.

‘cause I was lonely.

kugel-munchy:

by ねぼ@ついったー

(Source: closet-kuchen-lover)

sirdeathemizel:

do you ever draw something a million times above your usual skill level and it’s just like

where the fuck did that come from

(Source: rankaloid)

motherlandofnkorea sent: This meeting was quite boring. Like most of them anyway. At least, now it's over and he has ten hours of freedom before taking his plane. Sitting on the stairs in front of the building, he smokes, watching as the others walk next to him without even saying a simple hello. Tch. He can't stand them. "You could be polite and salute me." He says, annoyed, to the tenth person.

The grin that was constantly plastered to the Dane’s face falters a bit, and he looks at the sour man sitting on the steps. His grin returns and he turns his body to look at him. “Salute ya’? Now why’d I do that?” he was, of course, kidding around, for the most part. He wasn’t going to salute a stranger — well, not a stranger. He’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite put a name to the face — in his own country.

childofthepeachtree hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: [wave wave!]

Hi, hi!! I really like your smile, sir!

/His smile? Now, that was a new one, maybe because he was always smiling./ 

Tak, kid! Yers ain’t half bad, either.

Hej-

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

Well somethin’s gotta be in there. /Pokes where his heart is./ 

Well of course something’s in there but it’s not made of stone. Don’t be silly. -playfully swats at his hand, resisting the urge to laugh right now-

Prove ‘t.

Make me food.

/Grins./

Right. Just be patient. -goes on into the kitchen and starts making the soup after watching his hands of course. Starts with putting vegetables and fish stock into a pot-

/Leans against the counter./

You.

Where were you ‘s morning?

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

norgeforalltid:

denbedstedansker:

/A small, tired smile found his face as he nuzzled his cheek against Lukas’s soft hair. Warm hands rested at the small of the Norwegian’s back and massaged gently into the pale skin./ 

I love y’. 

-By the time Jakob stated that, Lukas was already fast asleep with a look of overall peace and comfort on his face. His generally cold exterior was gone and he just looked kind of soft right now. The hair that wasn’t pulled back by the pin was falling over his face and partially covering one of his left eye.-

/Just looking at his boyfriend’s peaceful face was enough to cause a quiet yawn, and his eyes fluttered closed, sleep enclosing him in a warm, comforting cocoon./ 

(Yes yes timeskip now)

/He woke up, Norwegian still in his arms, and the blankets scrunched up at their feet. He yawned before pressing a kiss to Lukas’s forehead, a somewhat sad attempt to wake him up./