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I apologise for not being here more; I've had some personal issues recently! However, I'll be on much more often, starting today.

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Picnics and Study

The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs quite frequently hung out; most of the personalities meshed together well, and as such, many of them would organise huge study groups. Today was a picnic between two houses down by the lake, and the churning group of yellow and red looked like a massive flower bed had bloomed on the grass.

Mikkel was on the hunt for his friend, Marguerite, his books tucked under his arm. He had to find her so they could get a good spot, after all! He had food in his backpack, too, so it didn’t matter if they weren’t close to the snacks.

“Megs?!” He called.

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i decided to ink this picture, turned out better than expected! going for an arthur rackham sort of style..

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“I just want to make sure I can hold y’hand.” Mikkel mumbled, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Sigurd’s nose, a cute, dorky smile on his face. He was utterly content with the situation; he was allowed to hold Sigurd’s hand, and with the amortentia clouding his figure, that was literally all he wanted. “Ya can sleep, if ya want!”

amortentia adversity || mikkel - sigurd

Mikkel settled down in the grass and flopped onto his back, watching his friend with a quiet grin. The spell gave him a rose-tinted sort of view on anything to do with Sigurd right now, but the way he sat was so nice, and as the other began to doze off, he edged closer. 

“Sigurd?” He inquired loudly, sipping a a hand on top of his and edging closer. “Uh… are you awake?”

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“Oh, uh, well, what ones would be good for the ball? I mean, there’s... ballroom dancing, I know, but you could teach me yer favourite one first! We have lots of time.” Mikkel offered, smiling sheepishly.

Dancing Class - Mikkel || Antonio

“Ohhh..I see-” he replied. “Hm? Well at the moment, yeah- I hope more people come. This campus needs more fun stuff to do! But I guess this way we could do one-on-one lessons until more people show up? So what kind of dances do you want to learn first, if you have a preference?” Antonio questioned.

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Mikkel settled down in the grass and flopped onto his back, watching his friend with a quiet grin. The spell gave him a rose-tinted sort of view on anything to do with Sigurd right now, but the way he sat was so nice, and as the other began to doze off, he edged closer. 

“Sigurd?” He inquired loudly, sipping a a hand on top of his and edging closer. “Uh... are you awake?”

amortentia adversity || mikkel - sigurd

Sigurd looked around and gave an affirming nod, glad it was sheltered from the sunlight. “Mm, it’ll do.” Gathering his robes around him, he sat down on the bank and went through his bag, pulling out a book on the history of magic through the medieval period. He really needed to brush up on that subject… It was a bit tedious, truth be told. 

Five pages in and Sigurd’s eyelids were beginning to droop. The hot weather made him want to sleep, and the boring subject of the book really wasn’t helping. He should have dropped this class back in his fourth year. Only a gentle breeze through the willow’s leaves was keeping him conscious. Mikkel was good as forgotten, Sigurd couldn’t even see him past the book resting on his nose.

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“Oh, I know great spots! Yer gonna be impressed.” Mikkel assured, more than happy to spend any time he could with the ‘love of his life’. Sigurd had to like him too, this was practically a date! Sighing happily at the thought, the Dane lead Sigurd down the stairs and along the grassy bank of the lake. Most of the students were inside; most people went and left their books in the dorm before coming out.

Completely occupied in his adoration of Sigurd, Mikkel guided his ‘boyfriend’ to the bank where he usually sat, under a willow tree and shaded from the sun. 

“Is here okay?” He questioned, eyes bright. “You can read. I’ll just... y’know.” Glancing to the side, an unusual blush tinted his freckled cheeks. He was lost for words; that was unusual.

amortentia adversity || mikkel - sigurd

Sigurd did his best to dodge the kiss, but his reaction time was a little too slow. Sure, it was only on the forehead, but it was enough to turn the Norwegian’s cheeks red and leave an unsettled feeling in his stomach. This wasn’t right… Still, Mikkel’s request sounded rather welcoming. If the Dane was going to keep quiet, surely it couldn’t be too bad to do some extra studying beside the lake.

“Let’s go then. I hope y’ know a good spot, I don’t go down there often,” Sigurd said, as he started walking towards the staircase. Fortunately, the dungeon that the potions classroom was found in was located fairly close to the exit that led down to the lakeside, and Sigurd was glad that they didn’t have to walk far. He was also glad that there weren’t many students to see him wandering around with a lovestruck muggle-born, he had put up with enough embarrassment for one day. 

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5, dennor

things you didn’t say at all

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 thehufflepuffin:

In all of his haste to greet the horses, Eirikur hadn’t noticed that there was someone who was also there. The thestrals were friendly enough to him and he smiled as he pet the creatures, his fingers lingering on his choice horse’s face. Hm, he’d have to give them all proper attention. And that was when he heard Mikkel speaking. 

He nearly jumped five feet in the air when he heard a voice. Dammit. He was in so much trouble. He was found out and he was going to get kicked out of the school and he was going to have to explain to his mother why he can see things that no one else could and why he was walking around out in the Forbidden forest and now he had no idea what he was going to do. His chest was beating heavily and he was breathing a little too quickly. His chest was tight and his fists were clenching. Breathing was terrible, but he was probably just overreacting. 

He looked around his horse to spot Mikkel. Oh no.. That was an upperclassmen, wasn’t it? Hiding behind his friend a little, he slightly peeked around the thestral. “You’re going to tell the headmaster, aren’t you?”

Mikkel could see the Hufflepuff was freaking out, but he couldn’t quite figure out why; they were both in trouble if they got caught, right? He brushed a few leaves out of his hair, baffled, but the words from the smaller boy finally cleared it up.

“Oh, pfft. No. I’m not supposed ta be out here either! It’s okay.” He assured, trying to calm down the poor... second year? He couldn’t tell, they were all so tiny. “I just came t’see this lot. You like them too?” The Dane had never seen anyone else down with the thestrals before.

Invisible Horses || Mikkel and Eirikur ||

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18, Dennor? :)

things you said when you were scared

“Sigurd, duck!” The roar came from Mikkel, and automatically, the Norwegian ducked, feeling the Dementor breeze over his head like a gunshot. There was barely time for him to breathe before the creature turned and sped towards him, and raising his wand, Sigurd yelled a spell.

“Expecto Patronum!” There was a brief explosion of white light as the teenager fought for a memory, a happy one, but he couldn’t manage to grasp one, and the Dementor pressed closer before the spell took effect. A cold hand pressed against his throat, and gasping, Sigurd raised his gaze to meet the shadowed one of his attacker.

He could feel the very essence of his being torn away as he struggled, and desperate, he tried to hit the other off him. His soul was everything he was; there was no way he could lose it to this thing!

“Expecto Patronum!” Another blinding flash blasted through the room, but by this point, Sigurd couldn’t see. He couldn’t feel, really, and blankly, he wondered how much time it took for him to forget who he was after this.

There was only white light.

“Sigurd! Sigurd, Sigurd, speak to me, speak to me.” The sobbing voice of someone began to drag him back into painful conscience, and with a wince, the Norwegian curled up.

“Mmn.”

“Sigurd, please, please, don’t- I need you, Sigurd, please don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

That struck a chord, and slowly, the Norwegian forced himself to open his eyes. He was on the floor, he noted slowly, and he was very cold. 

“My head hurts.” He mumbled, squinting up at the Gryffindor above him and absently observing the tears dripping down his face. Why the hell was he crying? “Clean y’face.” With a groan, he closed his eyes again, and he felt Mikkel lean over and press his face into his shoulder, tears dripping from his cheek. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” A pause, and Sigurd managed a smile.

“Y’saved me.”

“Mm.”

“Thank you.” Mikkel heaved Sigurd up in his arms, and slowly, Sigurd allowed himself to slip back into comfortable unconsciousness. 

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dennor 5, pretty please?

things you didn’t say at all

Mikkel knew that saying ‘I love you’ took time for everyone. After all, for different people, it meant different things. There were many different ways to pour your heart out to someone, he assured himself.  As such, for the first few months he and Sigurd dated, the fact that the other never said it didn’t matter.

Lazing back against the pillow, he opened his phone up and checked his texts. Sigurd hadn’t texted him back; he was at work, but Mikkel was relying on the fact he would have a break. The text was simple enough; it just said ‘i love you.’ It wasn’t unusual for anyone to send to their significant other, but for the Dane, it made his stomach twist. After all, Sigurd had never said it back.

He remembered the first time he’d noticed it. It had been a warm summer evening on the roadside where they’d parked their car, and they’d been laughing about something silly -  Sigurd had always had a lovely laugh, soft and airy, and when Mikkel had glanced over at him, he couldn’t help the phrase slipping from his lips. 

“I love you.” Sigurd had smiled, and rolling his eyes, had looked back up at the sky.

That was where it had started. Of course, Mikkel knew it didn’t mean Sigurd didn’t care about him, because the Norwegian had been absolutely perfect in all other ways. He got him the new games of any video game that he’d mentioned, and spent hours upon hours talking about anything they felt like, but it still hurt. It wasn’t a big deal, was it? He just wanted to hear that he loved him.

Lost in thought, the vibration of his phone brought Mikkel back down to earth with a jerk, and he almost dropped it before heaving himself up in bed.

‘<3′

He didn’t know why his eyes stung when he saw it. It wasn’t like Sigurd didn’t like him. Of course he liked him! With a hard breath, he dropped his phone and covered his face and sank against the bed. Sigurd liked him.

He just didn’t love him.

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dennor, number 10! (ah, yes, cover me in angst)

things you said that made me feel like shit

“Ya didn’t tell me about yer parents? Ya- you didn’t tell them I was a muggleborn?” The hurt in Mikkel’s chest was hot and heavy, like someone had thrown him a stone that had been baking in the heat of the sun, and Sigurd just looked lost.

“Well, how could I? They might have said that I-”

“That you?” He knew he was yelling, but he couldn’t stop to care, he couldn’t bring himself to even consider anyone but himself. “That you, what? Were degrading yerself by talking to me?!” He took a step forward, words echoing in the silent hall. Sigurd’s face was quickly flushing, and he raised his hands defensively.

“No! Mikkel, y’know that I wouldn’t stop talking to you, I just wanted to make sure they didn’t stop letting you come in summer, and it meant we could date, they don’t care about that-” Tears were starting to sting his eyes, and Mikkel  knew he had to move fast.

“I care, Sigurd! Ya lied to them about my parents! My parents are far nicer than yours! They would be impressed to hear that you were a damn pure blood, and they’d ask ya about school and sports and notice that their son had a hickey pokin’ out from his scarf!” Sigurd’s hand flew to his neck, but the Norwegian had fire in his eyes, too, and he spat out his words like a poison.

“Well, being a pureblood isn’t the same as being a mudblood-” Mikkel’s dead expression made Sigurd halt in his speech, and the Dane felt his muscles droop, his anger fade, and his fists unclench. There it was.

“No. I suppose it isn’t.”

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dennor, 21 :)

(( thank you! i imagine this set in the next year; they’re still not dating, which is the important point of this. ))

things you said when we were on top of the world

“Sigurd!” Mikkel shot down the empty hall, feet barely touching the floor as he headed for the entrance of the Slytherin common room. A sheet of paper was clutched in his hand like a flag, held high above his head, and the Dane had never felt more like he had just won a nnatt;e. The Norwegian was leaning against a wall, no doubt waiting for the Gryffindor as they often did, but the pure vigour with the way his name was yelled no doubt was why he actually glanced up so quickly. 

“Mikkel? Why are-” Ploughing into the slender boy without even slowing, Mikkel let himself grab the other in a bear hug and lift him into the air, spinning him around and laughing. He could barely breathe, but the bewilderment on the other’s face was enough to encourage him to drop him and just beam.

“My N.E.W.T.s! I got them, I got my results, I passed. I passed Potions with Exceeds Expectations!” Thrust out there like a war cry, Sigurd blinked, then smiled, stepping back a bit.

“Our study sessions paid off, then. I’m glad my time wasn’t wasted.” It was clear enough the other was teasing, and Mikkel shook his head, grinning like a fool.

“No, it wasn’t. Gods, I love ya.”

The words hung heavy in the air for a moment, and then they were swept away by Mikkel moving to hug Sigurd again, overwhelmed. “I have t’go show Francis!” Dropping the Slytherin, Mikkel rushed off again, leaving Sigurd to stand and stare after him. 

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send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

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Mikkel threw his arm around Antonio with a laugh, shrugging a bit and glancing to the side.

“Well, there’s the ball this year and all, so I figured I’d come and learn so I can dance, y’know?” He said lazily. “Is it just us?” Well, if it was, maybe he’d embarrass himself less (although he probably would be really good at it, hah-).

Dancing Class - Mikkel || Antonio

Antonio was completely thrown off by the door being flung open. He hoped it hadn’t come off the hinges because he wasn’t paying for it nor did he have anything to do with it. The spanish man blinked when Mikkel walked through. “Oh! Hola~” he chimed, moving to go greet his friend. “I’m glad someone came, since I just started this club, I was sort of worried..”

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dencan, 1 ;D

((we haven’t even interacted yet and you already ship us, now that is TRU romance uwu))

things you said at 1 am

Marguerite had never thought herself capable of petty crime, but she was feeling braver all the time lately. She wouldn’t pin it directly on the Danish beam of sunlight, but he certainly inspired at least some of it. Enchanted note-passing was the first act of rebellion, and from there it was a slippery slope down to tardiness (one time and then never again), sitting with the Gryffindors at meals (which really only confused her Ravenclaw friends), and now her biggest crime yet: sneaking Mikkel into the Ravenclaw dormitories. 

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Dancing Class - Mikkel || Antonio

Mikkel liked dancing; it was fun, an excellent way to work out and get all the energy out of him at the end of the day. 

However, he had never professionally learnt. As such, when he found out about the dancing club, the Dane had instantly signed up, and now, here he was, standing awkwardly at the door and trying to figure out whether he knocked or just walked in.

Alright. Taking a breath, he kicked open the door. 

“Hey!”