Wide lands of the intact nature spread over the Nordic region. It was bright and fresh around. A group of four kids, wearing Viking’s clothes, stood not far from a wooden shelter. Mathias was speaking as always, his young and a bit raspy voice rang like a mild siren. He blabbed a lot, which sometimes made half-peaking-at-innocent-Tino Berwald shift away from the context. His hair slightly messy, entwined into a braid, Lukas stared for some time at Mathias.
He hated the feeling gurgling inside him. It was like something was boiling; as if someone had put a water to boil and forgot about it, and it was boiling and boiling to the point when the pot lost all the water and it heated so much that his skin pricked. He wanted to slap Mathias so much that Mathias would shut up for ages and those sparkling… no, disgusting eyes of his would never look into my side. But they still did.
“…And when I become a king of Northern Europe, we, guys, are going to get so much land that we’re going to rule the world.”
The only one who’d been listening very closely, Tino picked up his finger gingerly and protested with his soft voice that made Berwald glare at him,
“Why is that supposed to be you?”
Mathias rolled his eyes and sneered. “Fin, please. Look at yourself, do you really think you can do it? Please.”
Berwald moved his glare to Mathias.
“Sve, stop that, you’re freaking me out,” Mathias groaned, annoyed.
Mathias noticed Lukas’ strange countenance. “Are you okay, Nor?”
When Mathias said that, Lukas looked as if Mathias insulted him. He inhaled fiercely and stole his stare away from Mathias.
A bit sulked, Tino went to a fireplace to cook; Berwald followed him like a shadow.
Mathias took a step toward Lukas and asked,
“What’s going on, Norge? Are you ill?”
Mathias’ hand neared Lukas’ face. Lukas’ cheeks soaked pink. He smacked Mathias’ hand away and glowered at him.
“Don’t touch me,” he prohibited in a small volume.
Mathias hastily skimmed over him, trying to figure out what might have caused Lukas’ condition. He attempted to justify himself,
“I-I’m just worried. What if you caught a cold?”
Lukas scowled at him and thought:
I hope I did.
He hurtled toward the wooden cabin. Mathias followed, but was stopped by the troll.
“Uh, come one, man, I want to help him!”
“You won’t,” the troll stated.
“He needs to be alone for a while. If you leave him alone for some time, you’ll help him more than you think.”
Mathias’ eyes that filled with care toward Lukas, looked for a moment at the troll. He understood what the troll meant.
Lukas shut the door and plopped onto the hay. His cheek ached from heat. He longed to quit it so much that he reluctantly let out a tear.
The four of them rushed through a forest the other day. They spotted a deer, which would be a delicious dinner.
“Nor, could you cast the spell a little to scare it from that side?” Mathias shouted to Lukas, pointing to the left.
“Don’t boss around!” Lukas yelled back.
Mathias furrowed his brows at Lukas and skidded in front of him. Lukas stopped just in inched from him. Lukas would usually support cooperation, but now there was something going on with him, and Mathias simply couldn’t understand it.
“What’s wrong? What is going on?” Mathias panted.
Seeing the two not continuing the haunting, Berwald and Tino halted as well. They glanced at each other. Mathias’ hand held Lukas’ upper arm. Lukas twitched his upper arm away from Mathias’ palm and shouted,
“I told you not to touch me, you idiot!”
Mathias caught Lukas’ upper arms and pulled him to himself. Berwald darted toward the two. At a loss, Tino glimpsed at him and followed.
“I’m trying to make all this as better! We need to work together; we need to support each other!” Mathias exclaimed.
Berwald parted them and barked at Mathias,
“Don’t t’uch ‘im!”
Mathias and Berwald glowered at each other for a couple of seconds, their chest zooming up and down after the race.
“You understand that if we don’t work together, it’ll all be a mess?” Mathias almost yelled.
“I know, but it’s not a r’sson to be rude.”
“Oh, then, maybe I should let you lead the herd the next time?” Mathias pushed Berwald into the chest.
Berwald only tilted back slightly. He lazily glanced from his chest to Mathias and his glower grew evil. Tino backed up from them, smelling something was coming up after such Mathias gesture. Seeing Berwald tossing his sword down, Lukas backed up too.
“Who said th’t you w’re leadin’?”
He pushed Mathias strongly and Mathias toppled down onto the blanket of grass.
“Please, Ruotsi, don’t,” Tino pleaded.
Berwlad only glanced at him.
“We’ll see that,” Mathias hissed, standing up.
Mathias assaulted Berwald and the two of them tangled into a fight. Tino covered his mouth. Lukas lightly took a step forward and hesitant, stood back. His hands glowed dimly. He aimed to stop it with a spell, yet he did nothing – he didn’t want to hurt Berwald.
He’d have never wished to hurt Berwald. Berwald was someone he could call the best of the best friends you could find. He always protected him, when the troll wasn’t around. And the troll wasn’t around. Where was he? Also his magic became feebler. All he could do was to count on Berwald. Like now, he sat on a marble window of the middle age castle.
It was night. He couldn’t sleep. He’d left the little Emil resting into his dreams on their big bed.
His lifeless eyes stared down at the dark. He breathed a fresh air of midnight and tried to relax. There were quiet footsteps and then they stopped. Lukas was too tired to check who that was, but he could guess on the style of walking.
Before Lukas’ guest spoke, Lukas eyes slowly leveled up to the horizon, viewing the stars that sparsely covered the black sky.
“You kn’w you c’n leave, if you want.”
Lukas barely sighed. He listened to his heart, which he sensed against his ribs. Fragile. He seemed fragile.
“It’s too late,” he responded.
There was a rustle of leaves under the breeze, which swooped up the castle and cooled Lukas’ skin. A nudge to head over the bed reminded of itself. He’d ask Berwald to help him get there.
“You kn’w you al’ys have a choice.”
Lukas shifted into the castle’s hall, toward Berwald, yet didn’t allow himself to see him. Berwald ambled to him and took his hands so Lukas could get down from the window. Lukas shuffled down from the window and stood on his feet. Berwald let him go.
A jolt to question Berwald something that bothered him, reminded about itself, now when there was an opportunity to do so. He wasn’t sure whether Berwald knew the answer for that; however, he needed to throw it off his chest. He gazed up at Berwald and asked,
Berwald switched from the floor he’d been staring at to Lukas.
“What’s going on with Danmark? Why is he behaving this way?”
Lukas could distinguish Berwald’s search for the response for Lukas’ sentence. Berwald didn’t look very confident with how he’d reply. He slowly moved his eyes away from Lukas and his deep voice let out:
“I don’t know.”
Lukas didn’t have any idea either. None of them did. Until they all got enough of experience to tell for sure why life can make your spirit worse. It can bring you down and then it can hoist you very high in the air and let you stay there, or let you fall to the ground painfully.
He forgave him everything. Everything that ever caused his sadness. He looked to the left at him, while Mathias was scanning the sea. It was a huge, beautiful boat. The weather was windy but sunny.
They caught a lot of fish. Lukas loved fish.
He grinned a bit and Mathias suddenly shifted from the sea to him. They couldn’t unlock their eyes from each other. Something was so warm and genuine about that look. It was like sitting near a fireplace in a hug with a mug of coffee; and the smell of the coffee filled the room.
“Jeg elsker deg,” Mathias said and walked to him.
Lukas straitened away from the boat’s fence. Mathias stood close to him. He put his hand on Lukas’ waist and drew him to himself. Their lips came into a kiss and they closed their eyes.