Storebror.

"No!"

Storebror!

"Stop it!"

Storebroder.

"Don't say it!"

Isoveli!

"I don't even know you!"

He couldn't take it. He had to get out. Hiding just outside the door he quietly let the words they wanted to hear slide from his lips

"Stóri bróðir"

It felt wrong. Oh so wrong. He should never have gone through with that examination. It would have been better if he never knew. Norway whom he had longed to call his lover could never be just that, because they were related by blood. His brother. How could he have fallen for his own brother?

Upon hearing a few giggles from the other room he stretched his arm out so his opinion on the subject would be visible through the door. A thumb pointing down. Then he ran. He nearly fell down the stairs on his way to the exit, so eager to get away from it all. He took a deep breath once the chilled air outside caressed his face and cleared his mind. Winter was approaching. None of the Nordics loved the winter like he did. They would complain about the cold, the slippery ice and the snow that had to be shoveled. But in many ways Iceland was a child at heart. He still saw the beauty of the snow-clad land that surrounded him and it brought precious memories, like the very first time he went skiing with Norway. The older nation had patiently guided him and pulled him back up whenever he fell. Iceland had been cold and wet by the time they headed home, however it was all good when he got to curl up with the other in front of the fireplace, sharing warmth and listening to Norway's stories. Getting lost in memories he could almost feel the warmth from his brother's embrace. So careful yet firm and protective, pulling him so close his cheeks would heat up because he knew Norway wouldn't hold anyone else like this.

"Island"

His eyes widened and he would have jumped if Norway's arms weren't securely wrapped around his waist. He couldn't tell when his imagining had become reality. The other had somehow managed to capture him in a hug before he even noticed his presence.

"Just give up already I wont say it" Iceland grumbled. He had told him before the others. Norway had smiled. It was such a rare and beautiful sight Iceland couldn't say no when he had requested that they would call each other brother like in the past. It wasn't until he had heard him say "litli bróðir" in the language they once shared that the shame had struck him. This was the man he loved, calling him little brother. He had refused to answer, but Norway was stubborn as always and wouldn't stop pestering him about it.

"Come home with me"

Huh?

Iceland stared at Norway, but the other's expression didn't reveal anything. This would mean he was serious, because there would be a slight, almost invisible, curve at the corner of his lips when he was joking.

"All right"

He nodded and couldn't help but smile when Norway pulled away before holding his hand, enlacing their fingers. He was being treated like a child, but he didn't mind when nobody else could see.

They spent the day together like they would in the past. Back then it had been just the two of them until Norway had gotten ill, so weak he couldn't protect him. That was when Denmark had brought them to his home. They could still be together after that, but it had never felt the same. As much as he was grateful that Denmark had helped Norway recover, he had hated him the day the two of them married. However that marriage had ended a long time ago now. And it would have been almost like it never happened if it weren't for the hints of Danish he could still hear in Norway's language.

"Say it, Iceland"

He groaned in disapproval when Norway murmured softly in his ear. It was getting late and the two had settled on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around both of them. The TV was on, but Iceland wasn't paying much attention. He couldn't understand much from the show that Norway had explained was a bizarre debate program making fun of politics. He would only chuckle along a little whenever the contestants began to talk in silly ways.

"No. I wont say it. Be quiet." he answered, trying to sound angry but he couldn't hide the slight smile that formed on his lips. He knew why Norway wanted to hear it. It was for the nostalgic feeling it brought and the comfort of knowing they were family. But Iceland wanted something more than that. "Just once~?" Norway continued and nuzzled his cheek fondly. Iceland was sure the other Nordics would be utterly shocked if they could see this side of Norway. Even Denmark who had once been his husband didn‘t know. Iceland was the only one. It made a warm feeling develop within his chest. They shared a mutual trust and affection that they wont show with anyone else. Perhaps it's why he wants Norway. How could he fall in love with anyone else when his brother is the only one it feels good to be close to? "I'll say it if you give me a kiss" he whispered and nearly fell off the couch when Norway obliges his request without hesitance. The kiss was light and soft, the other's lips briefly brushed against his and left a tingling sensation that lasted long after they parted.

Norway looked at him expectantly and Iceland was still so flustered he didn't realize why at first. "s-storebror" he stuttered in broken Norwegian but the other shook his head "in the language I taught you when we first met".

Iceland nodded. He knew that even if Norway no longer spoke like him he was proud of him for keeping that language. So Iceland worked hard not to ruin it. While his brother would pick up bits and pieces from other languages and slowly replace it with his own, Iceland would try to keep every word the same as it had been back during the Viking age. "Stóri bróðir" he said, sounding more confident now "Stóri bróðir, ég elska þig"

It went quiet.

Silence had never been awkward between them until now.

"Jeg..." Norway started, but couldn't seem to finish what he had been trying to say.

Iceland felt his skin tingle, but it wasn't in that wonderful way it tingled when Norway caressed it lightly. He felt nauseous. What had he just told him? He had never kept secrets from Norway, except for one; how much he loved him. His eyes shifted around nervously until he could hear soft rustling from the blanket as the older one shifted. Gentle hands reached up to cup his cheeks before he was pulled into another kiss. Kissing Norway reminded him of catching snowflakes on his tongue. The fresh cold substance melting and becoming liquid, then it was gone before he could grasp the taste.

"Jeg elsker deg"

Iceland let out the breath he had been holding. Perhaps he wouldn't have to keep his yearning a secret. The other had always accepted him and loved him regardless of his faults. He placed his hands over Norway's and lowered his head slightly "but it's not the way brothers should love... I want you" he said quietly. The other's thumbs went under his chin to tilt it back up.

"It's all right" was all Norway said "it's all right"

Simple as that. No calling him a pervert, no saying it was wrong or bad or frowned upon. Nothing.

"But Noregur" Iceland whimpered “we’re-”

He halted when a hand slid down to rest above his pounding heart.

“One”

We’re one.

There was nothing more that needed to be said after that. Iceland laid back on the couch and pulled Norway with him, wrapping his arms around him and pressing their lips together. He didn’t know much about kissing, but Norway did. A skilled tongue slipped past his parted lips and he hesitantly greeted it with his own. He could taste him now. And there was so much to it. Sour like raspberries, salty like the ocean, sweet like vanilla. The blanket silently slid from Norway’s shoulders and down to the floor while the two continued exploring each other’s mouth. Eventually they had to part for air. Iceland watched the way his own chest heaved with every breath as the hand above his heart reached for the ribbon tied around his neck. The ribbon had been a gift from Norway, and he had proudly worn it every day that followed. It was perhaps one of his most precious belongings. He treasured his freedom, but he liked keeping that one reminder that he had once belonged to Norway. Slender fingers slowly undid the knot and a soft gasp left his halfway parted lips as the fabric slid against the sensitive skin beneath. Then those gentle fingers began caressing his pale neck. Iceland’s cheeks flushed and his eyelids began to flutter when Norway leant down to scatter soft kisses over the newly exposed skin. Even if he was still fully dressed it made him feel naked beneath the other. This was different from when they had removed their clothes together before, because this time it would be to touch, and kiss, and feel. Something he had dreamed about, but never thought would happen. His hands shyly reached up to undo Norway's tie before slowly working his way down his shirt, button by button. He wanted to protest when the Norwegian pulled away, but quietly watched him tug at his sleeves, pulling the shirt all the way off before placing it aside. His chest was slender, scrawny some would say, but to Iceland he was, and would always be, beautiful. A slight nod was the only sign the Icelander needed to sit up and undo his own shirt. Then he laid back down and swallowed nervously when Norway straddled him and sat on his lap in stead of just leaning over him like before. He looked away in shame as one of his brother's eyebrows arched slightly. He was hard, throbbing even, and he had been like this since the first time their tongues met and he realized that his longing wasn't one-sided. There was a small sigh of relief when Norway caressed his cheek, letting him know it was ok.

His light blue eyes became clouded with pleasure when Norway began to explore his upper body. It was just the other's fingertips. Running teasingly and caringly all over his bare skin, touching places he never knew could feel so sensitive. Circling inside his palms, sliding up and down his sides, brushing over his nipples, stroking his collarbone. He was even guided into arching his back up so Norway's fingers could slide down his spine. It went on like this for several minutes. He was panting and trembling by the time Norway shifted and laid down so their bodies were pressed flushed against each other. Iceland wrapped his arms around him and grinded their hips together. He needed something more. The touches had felt so good yet they had only increased the pain and want between his legs. He was already leaking and his underwear was beginning to feel moist, but it just wasn’t enough. Then something wonderful happened. Norway responded and began to move his hips in a slow and steady rhythm. It was like no other sensation he had felt before. His whole body felt so hot he was sure he would pass out from the heat. He moaned in delight when he could feel Norway growing hard against him. He wanted him. His brother wanted him. They had been silent for so long, but Iceland couldn’t take it ay longer. "Noregur Riddu mér, Riddu mér" he mewled and bucked up so hard it almost hurt whenever their hips clashed into each other. “patience, bróðir” Norway whispered and kissed the corner of his lips “patience”.

He nodded weakly. Knowing Norway that could mean it would be days, maybe weeks, before he would go all the way with him. But it was fine. Despite his body’s protests he wanted to go slow and savor every moment.

He gasped and laid his head back when Norway’s pace quickened, pressing down so they could feel each other’s hardness through the fabric of their pants. Flashes of white began to appear in his vision as every move pushed him closer to climax. Soon an overwhelming sensation began to develop within his abdomen.

So close, so-

Norway bit his neck. Not hard, just enough to leave a mark. Iceland cried out, but it wasn’t from the pain, it was in pure bliss. He came hard, his whole body shaking with the impact of his orgasm. “Noregr...aaah Noregr...” he moaned and clung to him for support until he slowly began to calm. His breath became even and his body started to feel limp. A satisfied smile formed on his lips. He never knew exhaustion could feel so good. His mind was too clouded for him to protest when Norway got up and left the room. He missed the other’s warmth, but he knew he would be back as soon as he had taken care of his own erection. It bothered him a little that he wasn’t given a chance to help, but he was also grateful, because wouldn’t have had the energy to keep going.

He was half asleep when he suddenly snapped out of it as he felt his pants being tugged down. Norway had brought a box of tissues and wiped him clean, his expression blank as if it was a everyday task. “Thanks” Iceland mumbled and held a hand up to his face to hide how red his cheeks were getting. “Let’s go to bed” Norway said and gave him the blanket to cover up with “you don’t mind sharing beds do you?”

Iceland got up and snorted a little at the question. How could he ask that after what they just did? Then again it could have been a joke. Norway had always had an odd sense of humor. “I don’t mind” he answered and added a quiet “stóri bróðir”

Norway chuckled and Iceland almost wanted to hit him. He had kept trying to make him call him something so embarrassing and when he finally decides to do it he laughs? “it’s not funny you basta-” he started, but was silenced by a peck on the lips. “I’m sorry, Ice. I’m just very happy” Norway said and embraced him tightly “litli Bróðir~”. Iceland knew he was teasing now, but he couldn’t care less. They had both gotten what they wanted. They were brothers as well as lovers, and despite his logic, Iceland felt no shame.

Author's notes.

Storebror, storebroder, isoveli, stóri bróðir = big brother in Norwegian/Danish, Swedish, Finnish and Icelandic.

ég elska þig = I love you (Icelandic)

Jeg elsker deg= I love you (Norwegian)

Riddu mér = take me/fuck me (Icelandic)

+ the TV show I'm referring to is a Norwegian crack debate program called Løvebakken. Simply because I love that show ;D