100 Days of NorIce

Prompt 47- Perfection


PERFECTION (noun): 1. The condition, state or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.
2. A person or thing perceived as the embodiment of such a condition, state or quality.


"Stop. Just…please, just stop."

Lukas Bondevík raised his head slowly to look at his younger brother. Eiríkur's lilac eyes caught his own deep blue ones, and they stared at each other for the longest of moments. His brother's silver hair fell messily down his pale face, uncombed, and Lukas could detect the last dregs of sleep still clinging onto Eiríkur. It was very early morning, the pale sun barely shining through the partly opened curtains in Lukas' bedroom.

The younger of the two's hand was still wrapped around the elder's wrist, but not tight. Lukas was too thin, too fragile, and it stabbed Eiríkur in his heart to see his beloved brother like…like this.

Through Lukas' thin t-shirt, Eiríkur could see each and every one of his brother's ribs. The blond's hips stuck out, only the drawstring of his pyjama trousers keeping them on. It was so wrong. Lukas was supposed to be strong, like an immovable rock, the better of the two. Instead, he was so underweight he could have been a skeleton with skin pulled taught across it and stitched up roughly at the back. It was awful, it was horrific, it was so, so wrong.

"Look at you!" Eiríkur sort of whisper-shouted, desperation clinging to his words as they dribbled in the still air. "You can't do this, Lukas. Please. Not to me."

"Do what?" Lukas asked dully, as though he didn't know, as if he didn't see the problem.

"You're killing yourself! Starving to death! Why? Lukas, tell me why!"

Tears were now budding at the edges of Eiríkur's eyes, and he looked desperately at his brother. Large lilac eyes pleaded for an explanation, a why to tell him the reason his beloved had this problem. Why his beautiful, beautiful brother had developed this disorder. There had been no obvious signs, but Lukas was a good liar, a good faker and if Eiríkur hadn't caught a glimpse of his brother's bare chest (with his ribs sticking out like daggers) through a partly open bedroom door late last night, he still wouldn't have known that something was wrong.

Lukas didn't answer, and Eiríkur knelt down on the bed next to him. His hands trailed up Lukas' arms to his shoulders where the younger held him securely. "Please, Luk- please storebror, I don't want to lose you. You need help, bror… please, just tell me what's wrong."

"There is nothing wrong." Lukas intoned, sounding flat and emotionless.

"Já, there is! Look at yourself, Lukas! You can't tell me that you're fine."

"I am fine! I just need to lose some weight, I need to be perfect for you, lillebror, otherwi-" Here, Lukas cut himself off, not daring to say the deep reason for his need for perfection- otherwise you will never want me.

"What? You don't need to do that, Lukas! You're fine just the way you are, Ég elska þig just the way you are-" Eiríkur silenced himself here. If Lukas found out about his feelings, ones that definitely went beyond brotherly love, then he would reject him. Eiríkur was sure that he would be disgusted. To find out that your younger brother liked you in that way

"You what?" Lukas queried, lowering his voice into a whisper. The elder desperately tried not to let hope infect his tone.

This was it. It was all over. Lukas would never be able to look at him in the same way ever again. Eiríkur swallowed, his throat feeling dry. "I-I said, 'Ég elska þig just the way you are'…" His heart pounded in his ears. Eiríkur closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look of disgust appear on Lukas' face.

A pair of cold lips pressed gently against his.

Eiríkur's eyes flew open and he gasped into the…kiss?

Seeing his brother's reaction and thinking with a sinking heart that he might have been wrong, Lukas started to pull away, savouring the last lingering sweet tastes of cinnamon and liquorice on his lips. Only to have a hand press itself against the back of his head and entangle the attached fingers into his golden blond hair. He was pulled back into the kiss.

It was deeper this time, more meaningful. A pink blush dusted across Lukas' face as he took control, using his height to his advantage in getting his brother to submit to him. Both of their eyes were now closed, letting their mouths do the work. Lukas' hands were now cupping Eiríkur's face and twisting his silver hair in his fingers. The elder was kneeling up while the younger had slid back off his knees, sitting on the bed and clutching Lukas' shirt in an attempt to stay upright, lost in the passionate kiss.

Finally, they parted, the need for air overcoming them. Lukas took in his brother's flushed face and parted pink lips with a thrill of satisfaction. Eiríkur blushed harder at the swirling emotion in Lukas' heady gaze. The silver haired teen hesitantly trailed his hand across Lukas' ribs. "Will you stop, now?" he asked quietly. "There is no need for perfection, É-Ég elska þig a-anyway."

"Jeg elsker deg også. I was too scared before, certain that you would not want me. That you would look at me every day with contempt in your eyes. That I was not good enough for you. I would not have been able to live with that." Lukas sighed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eiríkur's forehead. "I will stop. It will be hard, very hard, but-"

"We'll work through this together." Eiríkur completed for him, wrapping his arms around his older brother in a gentle hug. Lukas swept down for another kiss.


Right. So...that's the first installment over with. The romance scenes will not get any more graphic than this, just to warn everyone. If you are looking for lemons or smut, you won't find it here. This is also the first story I have posted on here for a very long time, so I hope that it will be well recieved.I can't promise to update everyday, despite this being a 100 Days Challenge, but I will post as often as possible.

As for the story itself...there needs to be more NorIce in the world and I wanted to see what I could do with it. After all, if you can't find the story you want to read, then you just going to have to write it yourself! In my headcanon, Norway doesn't abbrieviate words, so 'wasn't' becomes 'was not'. That is why he speaks that way.

Also, my human names for Iceland and Norway are Eiríkur Steilsson and Lukas Bondevík, so that is what they will be called in my stories. The idea for 'Perfection' was that it was a Human!AU, and Lukas was so obsessed with being 'perfect' for his brother that he developed an eating disorder. Which eventually ended with the two of them getting together. That's this installment. Iceland calls Norway 'storebror' because that's 'big brother' in Norwegian. Norwegian instead of Icelandic because if it's in Lukas' native tongue he is more likely to listen.

Read and Review, please!

~Variegata~