#nedice

Ice: I want to bake something for Dan once he’s home...

- ANNOUNCEMENT:

((I will also temporary unable “anonymous” ask until further notice. However, people with tumblr account may still be able to send asks. I really really reallyyyy just need to lower my ask count lolol and I get really random Anon asks. Once got 3 anon asks under 1 minute. But yes, this will only be temporary until I get my ask count back to 2 digits.

Ice: Dan is great on making sure I’m not home alone.

ft. the babysitter Uncle Ned.

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The Adventure of Little Iceland and his babysitter Ned part uh... 3.

YOU HEARD IT FOLKS.

#UncleNed

Ice: Ned is awesome! He’s my babysitter when Dan, bróðir, Svi, and Fin have meetings.

Yes, thank you for giving me an excuse to write Nedice

37. ”Wanna dance?”

The question was, surprisingly enough, directed towards him and not towards Leon like it normally was. The asker has his hand outstretched towards Emil, waiting for his reply. A sharp elbow to his ribs from Leon snaps Emil out of it. “Uh, yeah, sure.” 

He takes the stranger’s hand and lets him lead him out onto the dance floor. He reminds Emil vaguely of his brother’s boyfriend: must be the hair. Mathias’ looked more liked he just hadn’t brushed it though, whereas the very attractive stranger’s looked more planned and less… well, stupid.

His partner puts a hand on his waist, causing a blush to spread across Emil’s face. “I’m Lars, by the way.” 

“Emil.” He focuses on his feet, trying his best not to step on his feet.

“Nice name.”

“I guess. Look, if you just want to find out if Leon’s single, he is and I’m sure he’d be willing to dance with you.” 

Lars laughs. “Your friend? I’ll admit, he’s cute, but he’s really not my type.”

“What is your type then?”

“Someone interesting. Someone who’ll give me a challenge.” 

“You think I’m a challenge?”

Lars turned, and Emil trips over his feet trying to follow him. The older blond just laughs. “In a way, yes. You were scowling at your drink. I was expecting it to be harder to get you out here.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Then why did you?”

“Leon has sharp elbows.”

The older blond laughs, earning them a glare from a nearby couple. “That’s an unusual reason.”

“Yeah, well… I’m supposed to be interesting, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are. Very interesting. And very beautiful.”

Emil feels his face get even hotter. Seriously, was the heat in here broken?! (Though if he were honest, his face hadn’t been cool since Lars arrived at their table.) “I’m not beautiful.”

“Hm. I’d have to disagree. You’re quite attractive.”

Emil stares fiercely at their feet, trying to control his blush. “That’s your opinion.”

“You won’t believe me no matter what I say. I know that.”

“You don’t know me.”

“No, but I’d like to.”

He has to resist the urge to bury his bright red face in his hands. “You just met me!”

“So? Don’t you believe in destiny, Emil?”

“I-I…”

“I do. And I believe that we were destined to meet.”

“You asked me for a dance because you think we’re destined for each other?”

“Hm. I’m not sure about being destined for each other,” Lars turns again, bringing them closer to the center of the floor. Emil tries not to panic over to thought of even more people seeing his horrible dancing. “But to meet? Yes.”

“You’re impossible!”

“Am I? Is destiny truly such an impossible concept for you to believe in?”

“I.. I don’t know. But you’re impossible!”

“You like calling me that, don’t you?” 

Emil looks away. “Look, I’m only here because Leon needed a wingman. Nothing more.”

“Or maybe-”

“If you say it was destiny, I swear I will punch you.”

Lars laughs. “Fine. Even if you don’t believe it was destiny, will you go me your number?”

Surprised, Emil trips over his feet and bumps into an elderly woman. “Sorry!” He looks back at Lars. “If you get us off this floor in the next ten seconds, I’ll even give you a date.”