A Trouble With The Mind (DenNor) <Wattys2016>

Magic....Isn't....Real?

"You know magic isn't real right?"

"What do you mean?"

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"Magic is completely real, what are you talking about?" Lukas tilted his head.

"Um, yeah, it's real, to little children," Mathias rolled his eyes.

"Have you ever casted a spell?" The Norwegian glared at the Dane.

"No, because magic isn't real."

"How do you know, if you've never tried?"

"Because I already know it isn't."

"How?"

"Because it isn't real."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Liar."

"Truther."

"That's not a word, Dane."

"It is now, Norge."

"Stop calling me that."

"'Stop calling me that'" Mathias mocked Lukas.

This earned a glare as the two got out of the car.

Mathias went and unlocked the door, Lukas followed him inside.

The Norwegian could feel his muscles act with every movement, but he wanted to work on his stamina.

Mathias looked at Lukas. Lukas stared him in the eyes.

The two gazed into each other's eyes.

Mathias felt as though he couldn't look away, a trance over taking him.

Lukas' face was stoic, but his heart was beating out of his chest.

Mathias cupped the other's cheeks, smiling. He leaned in and kissed the other softly.

Lukas' eyes widened and his face turned bright red. He pushed the other off, wiping his mouth, backing away slightly.

Mathias looked at him, remorse filling him, "I-I'm sorry, Lukas!! I don't know what came over me! I--"

"Just. Don't," Lukas cut him off, walking to Mathias' bedroom, locking the door.

He grabbed a pillow and squealed.

"He likes me too!!!" He thought.

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A few days later, Lukas had woken up and decided to shower.

He was still pretty tired, so he didn't realize how cold the water was until he got in.

He quickly added more hot water, relaxing finally.

The Norwegian couldn't stop thinking about the kiss.

Or Mathias.

Mathias was on his mind, constantly. He'd wake up and think of Mathias. He'd go to bed and dream of Mathias.

Everything made him think of Mathias.

For the Dane it was the polar opposite.

Every time he thought of the kiss, he felt like he had messed up.

He tried his hardest not to think of Lukas, but it never worked.

One day, when the two boys were eating breakfast, there was thick tension in the air.