oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“Larth jutht calm the fuck down it’th only thoup and I’m hungry,” Matthew said with a world class pout. “Bethideth it’th fun,” He said as he took another sip and tried to loop the o’s over his tongue piercing, but they never lined up quite right for that to happen, or the o’s were simply too small but it kept him entertained for a few minutes nonetheless.

“But you’re going to make a mess in the car,” he huffed. Lars was not above stopping the car for the sole purpose of cleaning it if Matthew made a mess. When he glanced over at the blond, however, he couldn’t help but laugh and roll his eyes. “You’re mature.”

“I went out and got drunk in a foreign country and got my tongue and navel pierced I think we’ve already ethablithed my maturity level,” Matthew said nonchalantly looking out the window. Before long he drained the rest of the can and was tapping the bottom trying to get all of the o’s off the side of the can. “Aren’t you hungry?” Matthew asked once he was done.

“Mm, a little. I’m fine though,” he replied. “Right now I just kind of want to get traveling over with.” He’d eat when they weren’t traveling anymore, or at least a lot closer to the end of the drive. It would just be easier. He pulled up the GPS app on his phone again and began to look off it once again once he had finally backtracked onto the road they were originally taking. 

“Larth if you’re hungry just thay tho,” Matthew said reading between the lines. “You’re always hungry don’t bullthit me here,” he said giving his boyfriend a hard stare. “I brought food you know, chipth, and pop tarth and thuch. I really don’t mind if you eat in the car,” he said not looking away.

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“Larth jutht calm the fuck down it’th only thoup and I’m hungry,” Matthew said with a world class pout. “Bethideth it’th fun,” He said as he took another sip and tried to loop the o’s over his tongue piercing, but they never lined up quite right for that to happen, or the o’s were simply too small but it kept him entertained for a few minutes nonetheless.

“But you’re going to make a mess in the car,” he huffed. Lars was not above stopping the car for the sole purpose of cleaning it if Matthew made a mess. When he glanced over at the blond, however, he couldn’t help but laugh and roll his eyes. “You’re mature.”

“I went out and got drunk in a foreign country and gout my tongue and navel pierced I think we’ve already ethablithed my maturity level,” Matthew said nonchalantly looking out the window. Before long he drained the rest of the can and was tapping the bottom trying to get all of the o’s off the side of the can. “Aren’t you hungry?” Matthew asked once he was done.

seatoskyvr:

driftinginthesnow:

seatoskyvr:

driftinginthesnow:

Oh I forgive you.

No weed.

For a month.

WHAT

MATTHEW NO—

Next time maybe you’ll think twice before you get so baked you try and bake a polar bear.

Yeah, okay, I deserved that.

I’m not going to treat this as a punishment but as a challenge. No weed. One month. You’re on.

…Uh, what are you going to do if I do smoke?

I’ll have the whales sent away.

Not forever, but long enough for you to have a greater understanding how fucking terrified I was when I came home to find my best friend in the stove trying to get out.

But don’t worry Nellie, I’m sure you can go for a month without weed.

oranjetulpen:

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oranjetulpen:

The truck packed back up, Lars couldn’t help but give Matthew a confused look as he exited the house again. “… Your’e so weird,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. He pulled himself up into the truck, closing the door and starting up the car as he waited for the Canadian to join him.

“I know, I know,” Matthew said sliding into the passenger seat and buckling in before looking around in the glove box for a pocket knife. Finding one, he punched through the metal lid and brought the can to his lips and drinking it. “You can’t blame me for being hungry,” he said wiping some of the red sauce off his lips. 

Lars gave him another ‘what-the-fuck-are-you-doing’ look. “You really are weird. Just- why?” He really didn’t want a mess in the car, even if it wasn’t his own. He didn’t think he could stand one being there the entire time they were in the truck.

“Larth jutht calm the fuck down it’th only thoup and I’m hungry,” Matthew said with a world class pout. “Bethideth it’th fun,” He said as he took another sip and tried to loop the o’s over his tongue piercing, but they never lined up quite right for that to happen, or the o’s were simply too small but it kept him entertained for a few minutes nonetheless.

mediumaevum:

Wounded Viking warriors were given strong onion soup. After a few minutes someone would smell the wounds and if onions could be detected it meant that there were serious abdominal injuries and that death was inevitable.

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“I don’t know,” Matthew admitted with a sheepish blush, “I jutht woke up here.” Unwilling to move, Matthew tried to sink down in Lars’ seat so the stewardess wouldn’t see them and yell at them for improper landing procedures or something. “I  blame you,” Matthew said childishly before standing up when the fasten seatbelts sign went off. 

A quiet chuckle left Lars’ throat. “Of course you do.” He waited for Matthew to get up before getting up himself, and soon they were out of the plane, then out of the airport, and finally in a taxi to Matthew’s Toronto home. “Soon we’ll finally be able to get back on track,” Lars sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I don’t know, I think some good things came out of this detour,” Matthew said sticking his tongue out at Lars pointedly. For all he berated himself for doing it while he was drunk, Matthew couldn’t bring himself to fully regret getting his piercings. By the time the cab dropped them off, Matthew was getting hyper. “Just a second!” Matthew said dashing into his house while Lars packed up the truck, he came back out a few moments later clutching a can of spagetti-os to his chest. “Okay now we can leave.”  

The truck packed back up, Lars couldn’t help but give Matthew a confused look as he exited the house again. “… Your’e so weird,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. He pulled himself up into the truck, closing the door and starting up the car as he waited for the Canadian to join him.

“I know, I know,” Matthew said sliding into the passenger seat and buckling in before looking around in the glove box for a pocket knife. Finding one, he punched through the metal lid and brought the can to his lips and drinking it. “You can’t blame me for being hungry,” he said wiping some of the red sauce off his lips. 

oranjetulpen:

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“I don’t know,” Matthew admitted with a sheepish blush, “I jutht woke up here.” Unwilling to move, Matthew tried to sink down in Lars’ seat so the stewardess wouldn’t see them and yell at them for improper landing procedures or something. “I  blame you,” Matthew said childishly before standing up when the fasten seatbelts sign went off. 

A quiet chuckle left Lars’ throat. “Of course you do.” He waited for Matthew to get up before getting up himself, and soon they were out of the plane, then out of the airport, and finally in a taxi to Matthew’s Toronto home. “Soon we’ll finally be able to get back on track,” Lars sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I don’t know, I think some good things came out of this detour,” Matthew said sticking his tongue out at Lars pointedly. For all he berated himself for doing it while he was drunk, Matthew couldn’t bring himself to fully regret getting his piercings. By the time the cab dropped them off, Matthew was getting hyper. “Just a second!” Matthew said dashing into his house while Lars packed up the truck, he came back out a few moments later clutching a can of spagetti-os to his chest. “Okay now we can leave.”  

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

Lars snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mmm. Whatever.” His eyes quickly fell closed and he drifted back into sleep, face nuzzled into Matthew’s neck. It was like that for a good few hours, and Lars was near dead asleep. He hadn’t gotten very much sleep with the whole NATO thing going on, and now was his chance to at least catch up a little bit before going back to driving.

When Matthew was jolted awake by the plane hitting the tarmac he was extremely confused as to where he was for the first few seconds. Somehow, during the flight and while they were asleep, Matthew had ended up in Lars’ seat, snuggling him. Rubbing the back of his head the quickly glanced around, no one particularly seemed to mind. “Larth, hey, princethhh wake up.” 

The dutchman made a noise almost akin to a snort as he was forced awake, eyes blurry and voice groggy. “Nnhuh?” he half-yawned, half-murmured. He straightened up, a good few joints popping. “When did you get over here?” he blinked, confused and still half asleep.

“I don’t know,” Matthew admitted with a sheepish blush, “I jutht woke up here.” Unwilling to move, Matthew tried to sink down in Lars’ seat so the stewardess wouldn’t see them and yell at them for improper landing procedures or something. “I  blame you,” Matthew said childishly before standing up when the fasten seatbelts sign went off. 

oranjetulpen:

Lars snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mmm. Whatever.” His eyes quickly fell closed and he drifted back into sleep, face nuzzled into Matthew’s neck. It was like that for a good few hours, and Lars was near dead asleep. He hadn’t gotten very much sleep with the whole NATO thing going on, and now was his chance to at least catch up a little bit before going back to driving.

When Matthew was jolted awake by the plane hitting the tarmac he was extremely confused as to where he was for the first few seconds. Somehow, during the flight and while they were asleep, Matthew had ended up in Lars’ seat, snuggling him. Rubbing the back of his head the quickly glanced around, no one particularly seemed to mind. “Larth, hey, princethhh wake up.” 

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“Cute my athh,” Matthew grumbled looking out the window until they got to the airport. “I am not cute! I’m manly ath hell,” he added for good measure as he climbed out of the taxi. “But lithpth and accentth are not the thame thing. Altho what sadithtic fuck came up with the word lithp for thomeone with a lithp YOU CAN’T THAY IT WITH A LITHP.”

“Calm yourself,” Lars laughed, following him out. Again, he leaned down to kiss the Canadian, this time on the lips to try to quiet him. “Besides, even if it’s not d’e same t’ing, it’s similar.” He grabbed the blond’s hand and lead the way into the airport, towards the counter. 

Rolling his eyes at Lars, Matthew walked up to the counter and requested ticket on  the next flight back, repeating the same process they had gone through to get to Chicago. Though his time they were not in as much of a rush. Once safely on the plane Matthew stared at Lars, “Tho are you going to tell me where we are going?” 

“Mmmm nope,” he hummed, settling into his place on the plane. “It’d ruin all the fun. It’s even better now, since d’ere was a delay. Now d’ere’s just more build up.” The dutchman gave a great yawn and slumped down in the plushy seat. “Go back to sleep. We need it.”

“I think you need it more then I do,” Matthew teases poking Lars in the chest with his finger. “But if it’s all the same, I wouldn’t mind having a napping/cuddle session,” He said turning to face Lars and getting comfortable in his seat as the plane took off. 

oranjetulpen:

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“Cute my athh,” Matthew grumbled looking out the window until they got to the airport. “I am not cute! I’m manly ath hell,” he added for good measure as he climbed out of the taxi. “But lithpth and accentth are not the thame thing. Altho what sadithtic fuck came up with the word lithp for thomeone with a lithp YOU CAN’T THAY IT WITH A LITHP.”

“Calm yourself,” Lars laughed, following him out. Again, he leaned down to kiss the Canadian, this time on the lips to try to quiet him. “Besides, even if it’s not d’e same t’ing, it’s similar.” He grabbed the blond’s hand and lead the way into the airport, towards the counter. 

Rolling his eyes at Lars, Matthew walked up to the counter and requested ticket on  the next flight back, repeating the same process they had gone through to get to Chicago. Though his time they were not in as much of a rush. Once safely on the plane Matthew stared at Lars, “Tho are you going to tell me where we are going?” 

one-horse-open-slei:

driftinginthesnow:

one-horse-open-slei:

driftinginthesnow:

one-horse-open-slei:

Like Lady France of France?

No, I am a horse. 

You know her? Ah, I figured it was something like that, you don’t feel like the other animals or the other humans, I’m willing to bet you’re special.

I have met her. She is most kind.

My Mother is a god, Loki, but I am not special. I am just a horse.

You’re the son of a god, I’d say that’s pretty special. I don’t even have real parents. I just became one day. I thought Loki was a dude.

Family is most nice to have, even if they do not want you in return.

I do not know of this ‘dude’ which you speak of, however.

I thought Loki was a male, how did he give birth?

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“Well I’m ready to leave right now, but you would do well to put some clotheth on before we leave,” Matthew said childishly before sticking his tongue out at Lars. Walking across the room he gave the other nation a quick peck before walking into the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything in there. When he came out Lars was dressed. “You ready?”  

“Mhm,” he nodded, pulling his shirt over his head. He picked up his own bag, making sure they had the keys before heading out of the room and to the elevator. When they got to the lobby, he turned in their keys and proceeded to go outside and hail a cab to the airport.

During the trip to the airport it took every last bit of restraint Matthew had not to continuously play with his his tongue ring, he was getting used to working the sounds around the metal in his mouth but for the life of him still couldn’t make the sss noise. “God damn it,” he groaned. 

Lars couldn’t help but laugh at least a little- it was impossible to not to. It’s not like Matthew could blame him. He just thought it was cute to watch his boyfriend have to learn to work everything out again. “You’re probably not helping the swelling at all,” he chuckled. 

“Larth Abel van der Meer, I will make this thound if it ith the latht thing I do,” Matthew seethed back. It’s not that he was mad at Lars or anything, but he was becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that he couldn’t speak properly. “Thith ith hell.”

The dutchman continued to laugh, bringing his hand over his mouth. “Now you know how it feels,” he managed. “Besides, I d’ink it’s cute.” Reaching over, he pecked Matthew’s forehead. 

“Cute my athh,” Matthew grumbled looking out the window until they got to the airport. I am not cute! I’m manly ath hell,” he added for good measure as he climbed out of the taxi. “But lithpth and accentth are not the thame thing. Altho what sadithtic fuck came up with the word lithp for thomeone with a lithp YOU CAN’T THAY IT WITH A LITHP.”

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

oranjetulpen:

driftinginthesnow:

“Well I’m ready to leave right now, but you would do well to put some clotheth on before we leave,” Matthew said childishly before sticking his tongue out at Lars. Walking across the room he gave the other nation a quick peck before walking into the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything in there. When he came out Lars was dressed. “You ready?”  

“Mhm,” he nodded, pulling his shirt over his head. He picked up his own bag, making sure they had the keys before heading out of the room and to the elevator. When they got to the lobby, he turned in their keys and proceeded to go outside and hail a cab to the airport.

During the trip to the airport it took every last bit of restraint Matthew had not to continuously play with his his tongue ring, he was getting used to working the sounds around the metal in his mouth but for the life of him still couldn’t make the sss noise. “God damn it,” he groaned. 

Lars couldn’t help but laugh at least a little- it was impossible to not to. It’s not like Matthew could blame him. He just thought it was cute to watch his boyfriend have to learn to work everything out again. “You’re probably not helping the swelling at all,” he chuckled. 

“Larth Abel van der Meer, I will make this thound if it ith the latht thing I do,” Matthew seethed back. It’s not that he was mad at Lars or anything, but he was becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that he couldn’t speak properly. “Thith ith hell.”