Missed Calls
Characters: Denmark, Iceland.
Universe: Human AU ; Modern Era
Summary: He noticed his anger, but he didn’t notice the way his hand trembled lightly as he reached once again for his drink and knocked it back, downing the rest. || Eiríkur goes out on a walk, his phone dies, and he takes a little too long to come back. Mathias worries.
An AU I have with @sunfishmoonjelly in which Mathias is a Single Uncle™ raising his nephew Eiríkur. Sometimes he is too tired, but they are both trying their best.
With mindful care, the key to the door went smoothly into the lock. It made no sound but that of a gentle slide, a piece of a puzzle falling into place, then a silent click loud enough in the stillness of the night to resonate in his ears, and make his brows furrow and his eyes squint in a cringe.
Slowly, painfully so, Eiríkur poised his hand on the doorknob. Under his cold skin, it didn’t feel as icy as it truly was. He turned it slowly to open the door, and he pushed it gently with his hip, leaning into it heavily as though holding it would encourage it to remain silent.
And it did, so he sighed with great relief once he entered the house and was immediately engulfed by a warm darkness. A dim light from the kitchen having been left on was a blessing to his eyes and his spirit. No need to stagger blindly, groping around with arms outstretched not to bump into anything.
Eiríkur toed off his sneakers, and pursed his lips as he ventured further in and his weight made the wooden floor creak under his feet. There was something about the stillness of the house that made him feel uneasy, but he simply assumed it was the blame he was already carrying in his chest from being so late.
“I called you ten times.”
His heart leaped into his throat, and his blood went so cold he felt a tingle across his forehead.
Mathias’s voice disrupted the stillness so loudly, Eiríkur almost felt the house tremble.
It was, however, him who almost lost his footing from the jump he gave. Not the house trembling, not Mathias’s voice heavy with weariness. Just him, and his guilt.
He swallowed dryly. He hadn’t seen him, sitting at the dining table with a beer half drank in front of him.
“I’m sorry, my phone—“
“Died? Yeah, I gathered as much.”
Silence.
“Where the hell were you?”
“I was just out walking.”
“At fucking four in the morning?” He could hear the frown in his voice, and Eiríkur cringed.
“I didn’t know—“
“No, ‘cause your phone was dead. You know how worried I was? You could’ve at least sent me a text or something. What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry, but it’s fine, nothing happened.”
“Where did you go walking?”
“Around Kirkemosen,” he responded, licking his teeth behind closed lips.
With his eyes having adjusted to the dim light, Eiríkur was able to see Mathias reach up to rub his forehead. He heard him sigh, saw him take a sip from his beer and set it back down on the table.
“You don’t need to stay up, you know,” he said, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, toes curling and uncurling uncomfortably under Mathias’s scrutinising gaze.
“What am I supposed to do, then, when you go missing like that? Hm?”
“I—“
“Jesus Christ, Eiríkur. It’s fucking four in the morning.”
“I know, but I was just walking!” He answered defensively. “It’s not like I was out there committing crimes or anything.”
“You were gone all day!” Mathias raised his voice, and Eiríkur looked down. “I even called that friend of yours to ask if he had seen you. Nothing! Not at school either, man. Don’t fucking do this to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you should be. I had to leave early and go look for you everywhere.”
Clearly not around Brønshøj, Eiríkur thought, but dismissed the thought as soon as it came.
“It’s fine, Mathias. I’m fine, you don’t have to worry so much.” He tried to sound bothered, to roll his eyes and huff like kids his age do, but inside his heart was racing. His breath was short and his blood ran as cold as his hands. He knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn’t help think his uncle was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Was he? Yeah.
Yeah, definitely.
Mathias scoffed, and as Eiríkur tried to convince himself this whole thing was uncalled for, he frowned.
“I’m not a little kid, you don’t have to get like this.”
A mistake.
He saw Mathias’s lips twitch before pursing them into a thin line.
“You sure fucking act like one.”
It was Eiríkur’s turn to scoff then, and Mathias’s frown deepened.
He noticed his anger, but he didn’t notice the way his hand trembled lightly as he reached once again for his drink and knocked it back, downing the rest.
The tension grew thicker between them, the air became harder to breathe and the silence that fell in the house once again made his ears ring.
“You’re not my—“
“Eiríkur,” Mathias said lowly. A warning that made him shut his lips right away.
Immediately he was glad for that. Eiríkur didn’t want to say it, knew how much he’d hurt Mathias if he finished the sentence, but he was upset. He didn’t like being babied, overprotected, but he was also peccant, and that made him feel worse.
The screech of Mathias’s chair pushing back made him look back up at him, and he lifted his eyes up and up as he approached him and he looked up at his face.
Up close, the tiredness under his eyes looked darker than the winter night sky outside.
Up close, he didn’t look angry. Just… Exhausted.
Eiríkur looked away, unable to hold his gaze, and his body jerked slightly as Mathias clapped his shoulder heavily.
“I left some pasta for you in the fridge. I’m going to sleep.”
Eiríkur could only nod. He wasn’t hungry, but he thought of having some just to ease his uncle’s mind.
“And charge your phone, for god’s sake.”
“Yeah.”
Another sigh deflated Mathias’s chest. His shoulders drooped a little, and he reached up to touch Eiríkur’s blonde, silver hair before turning around and dragging his feet heavily towards the stairs.
“Mathias?” Eiríkur called just as he saw him put his hand on the railing, as he put his bare foot on the first step.
He stopped and looked at him, and Eiríkur mustered up the strength to look into his eyes.
He looked so tired.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice coming out littler than he intented.
“Thanks, mus. Me, too.”
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I en koordineret aktion anholdt Københavns Politi torsdag fire personer, som mistænkes for at stå bag røverier mod tre taxaer og to kiosker. De anholdte fremstilles i grundlovsforhør fredag.
En målrettet efterforskning af fem røverier, hvor gerningsmændene har truet med en pistol, førte i dag til anholdelse af fire personer. De er mistænkt for henover seks dage i januar at have røvet tre taxaer og to kiosker.
De fire anholdte er mænd på henholdsvis 20, 20, 22 og 25 år, og de blev anholdt på forskellige adresser i Hovedstadsområdet. Der blev i forbindelse med anholdelserne foretaget ransagninger, hvor der bl.a. blev beslaglagt kontanter, en mindre mængde hash og tøj, som kan knyttes til røverierne.
Det første røveri fandt sted den 10. januar, hvor der blev bestilt en taxa til en adresse i Brønshøj. Da taxaen ankom, blev chaufføren truet med en pistol til at udlevere sine kontanter. Samme fremgangsmåde blev benyttet to dage senere og igen den 16. januar, hvor taxaen dog blev bestilt til en adresse i Hvidovre.
Det første kioskrøveri fandt stedet om aftenen den 14. januar, hvor en ekspedient blev truet med pistol og frarøvet et større kontantbeløb. To dage senere, kort inden et af røverierne mod en taxa, begik to gerningsmænd røveri mod en kiosk på Frederiksberg, hvor der også blev røvet et kontantbeløb.
”Det er grov kriminalitet, som vi mener, at de anholdte i forskellige konstellationer står bag, og der er i forbindelse med efterforskningen beslaglagt to pistoler, som er ved at blive undersøgt nærmere. Vi har efterforsket sagerne intenst, og jeg vil ikke afvise, at der kan komme flere anholdelser,” siger politikommissær Poul Hansen fra Københavns Politi.
De fire anholdte vil blive fremstillet i grundlovsforhør fredag kl. 9.30 i Københavns Byret, hvor anklageren vil begære dørlukning.
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