#reuinite

Magnus Chase inspired Dennor one-shot drabble for @marislung~ Sorry I couldn’t add HongIce or SuFin I’m still not familiar with their ship dynamic @_@

Also I feel like Denmark would be a son of Thor, unsure about Norway though. anyway, I hope you like it!

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Summary: Everything was bland, now that Mathias was gone… Well, dying a heroe’s death could wound two lovers up in the same place.

Mathias is Denmark and Lukas is Norway~

Warnings: angst, death, fluff in the end~

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“I’m sorry, Lukas. I can’t—“

“You can’t love me anymore.”

“No, that’s not what I-“

“That’s why you’re leaving, isn’t it? You avoid me, go on endless trips, then come back to tell me you’re leaving for good. You destroy me. You don’t care.”

“I care, Lukas. I love you, I do. It’s just-”

“No you don’t. And I don’t love you either, not anymore.”

Regret, regret, regret.

Regret was everything Lukas felt, watching the coffin being lowered into the hole in the ground.

Regret, regret, regret…

It was so funny. That man could destroy him in so many ways… he was numb before, realizing Mathias didn’t love him anymore, and he was numb now, knowing he was gone.

Still, they said he was a hero. Despite the tragedy at sea, he’d saved the lives of a little girl and her brother, all at the cost of his own. He died a hero…

Why couldn’t he have saved Lukas first?

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Five years.

Five years without him and there he was, a shell of the man he used to be. He sat alone on the same bench, under the same tree, digging a rut into the sidewalk he trekked on each day. The same cup of coffee, the same pair of gloves, watching the same street.

But there were different cars each day, different people. They walked in different speeds and talked in different ways.

And that shining man with blond hair still swept into his thoughts… still the same. Mathias was still the same. He’d leave, but come back still the same. Maybe it was because he couldn’t see that before, that he had stopped loving him.  

Why couldn’t he have seen that Mathias was still the same?

Something was different. A hulking, smoking eight-wheeler barreling down the intersection… a child left sobbing in the middle of the road… oh no.

Lukas couldn’t believe he was about to die the most cliché heroic way possible.  

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A huge, white building… was this a hotel? Why was he here? What was this?

Lukas could only wander through the doors, and seeing that the place was, in fact, a hotel. Why was he here…?

“Good afternoon,” Greeted the bearded man at the reception desk. “Welcome to Hotel Valhalla.”

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The crowd in the giant dining hall roared in approval, watching on hovering screens as Lukas rushed up in a panic, shoved the sobbing child a good way to the side, and promptly had his body mangled underneath an enormous truck that had lost its breaks.

“A fine hero, fit for Valhalla indeed! Congratulations, son.”

Lukas could only nod.

He understood what was going on right about now. The nice, yet threatening girl with red hair had explained everything, more or less.

So he was dead now. A warrior of Odin, awaiting the end of the world to fight in his name, all because he died saving a little sobbing boy. In the meantime, he could spend his days relaxing, getting decapitated, and training at a rather impressive hotel.

Not too bad of an afterlife, if he did say so himself. Although he had to wonder where Mathias went…

“Lukas,” came an out of breath cry, before Lukas felt himself enveloped in a painfully tight hug from behind, earning the attention of the other newcomers surrounding him at their dinner table.

“Ohmygod I thought I would never see you again! I went absolutely crazy when they said I couldn’t leave, but here you are and… oh god, I missed you, Lukas…”

“M-Mathias…?” He would recognize those sniffling sobs being buried into his neck anytime.

He turned. Ha, it was him.

“Please don’t ever think I don’t love you, Lukas… I love you, I swear to all the gods out there…” The same golden hair, the same dazzling blue eyes, now dissolving into rivers of tears.

He wrapped his arms around his neck, all too happy to feel him again, to know that he was there.

“I-I’ll never leave you again, I promise…”

“I never stopped loving you, Mathias. I never will.”

He’d never make the same mistake again. He’d never doubt Mathias, he’d never leave him. And if a kiss in the middle of a crowd of deceased heroes was something to go by, Lukas knew he’d keep his promise.

“You can decapitate me in training tomorrow if you’re still mad…” Whispered the other, breaking the kiss and earning a few wolf whistles from the crowd.

Well, they said that no one really died here…

“I might just take you up on that offer, depends on how good you cuddle tonight. You have a lot of cuddling to make up for.”