Vehementcerebrious

Adhere

Lukas was forcing himself against the harsh and freezing winds. Something didn't feel right and the feeling only got worse as he heard the damn Dane calling for him.

"Norge! I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" Matthias yelled, feeling a bit of relief as Lukas stopped walking and turned to face him. He ran up to the Norwegian, stopping a few inches in front of him as the air around him suddenly dropped 20°.

Lukas' face was hidden under his hood. He felt empty all of a sudden as if he just stopped working. Matthias reached out to the shorter male, stopping when Lukas looked up at him.

"Hey... Let's just go back inside, we can talk."

"... Why do you always talk?"

Matthias seemed taken aback, tilting his head in confusion.

"What? C'mon Norge you know me, I just talk. I say stupid shit someti-"

"Yes, you do. A lot actually. I hate every word that was to ever come out of your mouth." Lukas turned around, pressing his head against the icy, rough bark of the tree. Matthias raised an eyebrow as he watched the Norwegian in front of him slowly drag his head back.

Slam.

Matthias jumped as Lukas' forehead connected violently with the tree, setting off a sickly echo throughout the woods as he continued in the action blanky. Matthias pulled the shorter male away and into his chest, panicking slightly as he saw the blood spilling down Lukas' face and past his lips. 

"Damnit what the fuck." He mumbled, picking up Lukas bridal style and starting a sprint back towards the home. He dodged through trees, ignoring the constant and incoherent mumbles coming from the Norwegian's mouth. A spark of excitement running through Matthias' cold veins as the front door he so desperately wanted to see was now in clear sight. He ran up to it and knocked with his foot since he couldn't use his hands and only pushed past the Icelander who opened the door. 

"Ice, get the aid kit!" Matthias shouted, laying a dazed Lukas on the sofa. Emil did as told while Tino ran into the main room with a warm wet washcloth, pressing it against his cold skin to stop the bleeding.

"Jesus, did you two get in a fight or something?" The Fin asked in a concerned tone, taking the aid kit from Emil and immediately starting to clean the gash on Lukas' face. Matthias shook his head quickly, putting his hands up in defense. 

"No!"

"Then what happened?"

"I don't know what happened! He just told me I talked too much and then proceeded to bash his head against a fucking tree!" The Dane yelled loudly, causing Lukas to groan and Berwald to come up behind him and cover his mouth. Tino only shook his head, taking out one of the alcohol covered wet wipes and pressing it to the wound, earning a slight whimper from the Norwegian under him as he cleaned it. Once the blood flowed lighter and the wound was clean the Finn covered it with some gauze and medical tape, not minding the blank stare he was getting from his patient as he packed the kit up.

Berwald had let go of Matthias a few minutes ago, grabbing the first aid kit and leaving to put it away. Matthias stared at Lukas, confusion flittering through his mind as one thought seemed to stick out. Why did he do that? He made his way to the kitchen, the small Albino figure in the corner of the room caught his attention as Emil seemed to be pulling something out of the cabinet. Matthias just ignored him and grabbed a beer before leaning against the counter and opening the can with a loud pop. This made the unaware Icelander jump and drop the bag of Licorice Laces on the ground.

"Damnit, Matthias!" He hissed, picking up the candy.

"Watch your language." He scolded in a rather serious tone, resulting in a scoff and soft eye-roll from the teen as he placed one of the laces in his mouth. Matthias chuckled softly at the actions, noticing how Emil was acting as much like an angsty teenager as he usually did. Shaking his head slightly, Matthias took a sip of his beer and watched Emil lean against the counter next to him. 

"Whatever..." He mumbled. Matthias sighed, resting his head against the cabinet. "Aren't you guys going to take him to the hospital to check for a concussion or something?" Emil asked, staring into the bag of Licorice.

Matthias hesitated for a second, "Awe, is little Icey concerned for his Big Brother?" He teased, poking Emil's cheek as if he were a child which only made him puff them out. 

"N-no, I just... whatever dude. You know Tino's just going to make you take him anyway." He huffed and left the kitchen, plopping himself down beside Lukas who was nearly about to fall asleep. He was just staring at the wall, making Emil a little weirded out as it wasn't his usual stare. This one felt even more blank than those before and there was some hostile aura floating around him. 

Sure enough, as Emil predicted, he watched Tino go into the kitchen and a loud groan was heard through Matthias' lips. The Dane knew there was no use in arguing and grabbed his keys.

"C'mon, Lukas." Matthias stood up the Norwegian and walked him out to the car.