klaus .。o○

When things die down, I imagine Den&Nor staying in a cute little cabin up near the north coast of Norway. They’ll go fishing and sailing together frequently, even when the cold fall approaches. Being it’s Norway, and Norway is living his Elsa life, all he’d wear to go catch fish with his hands, to be one with the earth that is his, barefoot and intimate, is a turtleneck and swim trunks (as pictured above).

Den, in his full dress of a jacket, pants, compression, whatever - “You’re goin’ out in that?”

“Got a problem with it?”

No, of course he doesn’t. He’s so utterly in love with Nor. He realized the gravity of his feelings when he and Nor arrive at the water later to make a competition of how many fishes they can catch with their bare hands.

His little beast, knee deep in the ice cold water that is beginning to numb Denmark’s shins, sleeves bunched and military grade watch heavy on that elegant wrist of his, looks so ridiculously adorable squinting in the tyrade of pelted water from the slippery fuckers in his hands.

I think Den would just blurt it out when Nor lets the fish go again, adding another tally to his already superior score.

— Nor, marry me!

— So unromantic.