Did I scare you? (Denmark x Reader)

If there was one thing that was generally known in the nordic household, it was that Mathias was generally not expected to do anything mundane that needed to be done in a timely manner, whether it be important or no; Because more often than not, something 'more important 'or even 'more interesting' would come up, and the original job would be forgotten.

This was why when something even as small as grocery shopping had to be done, Tino had to do it himself. Lukas and Emil were out, the younger of the duo having mentioned something about the Licorice store in the next town over; Tino and Berwald on the other hand also had an agenda of which they wished to attend to, but there was one worrying problem that stood in their way.

Mathias.

More often than not, even alone in the house was not the best situation to put the Daring Dane into.

Tino, shopping list, wallet, phone and keys all pocketed wracked his brain as he awaited for Berwald to come back out of his workshop, trying to think of the less dangerous option of what to do with the blonde; Which was exactly the moment when the face of a certain (e/c) eyed (h/c) popped into his head.

Looking around, he stepped out onto the porch, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly dialing the number of (Y/n) (L/n), a good friend of his; Or rather it be said, a good friend of the households. He visibly let out a sigh of relief when he heard the click of the line being picked up.

“Hello?”

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“Okay, you want me to do what?” (Y/n) asked, looking incredulously at the phone in her hand, as if the violet eyed man on the other end of the line would see it. She heard a pause, as well as a sigh from said man.

“(Y/n) please! I know it’s a bit silly, but I don’t want to come back to see my house in shambles… Again…” Tino said, although when he didn’t hear a response from the (h/c) female, he continued on, not knowing how hard she was attempting to contain her laughter.

“I’ll only be for a while, I just need to go grocery shopping, and Su-San wants to run by Ikea, and we both know how long that can take,”

That was just the icing on the cake for (Y/n), for as soon as Tino had uttered the word Ikea, she had begun breaking down into hysterics. Poor Tino sat silently on the other side of the line, waiting patiently for the girl to finish, although he couldn’t help but break out into his own smile at the sound of her laughing.

“A-alright Tino, I-I’ll Babysit for you, and it’ll only cost you dinner,” (Y/n) said, brushing her hair from her face as she unconsciously nodded her head. She heard clapping from the phone, so she assumed that Tino had the phone held to his ear with his shoulder, which he tended to do often, and had started clapping his hands.

“Oh of course! Kiitos Paljon (Y/n), really! I'll even make (f/f) tonight,”

“Yeah, yeah, What time do you want me over?” She asked, a grin covering her face at the blonde man’s slightly childish attitude. She couldn’t help it, she had practically grown up with the boy, just as she had with the others, so teasing them and their habits always seemed to come natural to her.

“Well Su-San and I are leaving right about now, so can you be here within about a half an hour or so?” He asked, causing (Y/n) to wince slightly.

“Please, think of the damage he could do in thirty minutes! I’ll be over in about ten, alright?” She teased, chuckling at the worried whimper that echoed from the phone’s speaker.

“K-kiitos,”

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(Y/n) sighed as she racked her knuckles against the front-door of the 'Nordic' household for the third time since first arriving. She waited a few moments before stepping off of the welcome matt, lifting it up to reveal the spare key, of which she knew was there for… Emergency Purposes, such as what this could possibly be.

Who knows what the blonde ’Man’ could be doing on his own, especially when it was as silent as it was.

After unlocking the door, she tossed the key back under the mat, dropping it back into place within the same motion.

The first thing she realized upon entering the house was the fact that it was very quiet. A bit too quiet if she wanted to be paranoid, and if she had thought the same way that Tino would have, she would have been extremely paranoid.

But then again, she wasn’t Tino, was she?

She closed the door behind her, pulling off her shoes as she did so. She never failed to make herself at home; ‘Babysitting’ Mathias would be no different. After a moment of silence, she could hear the sound of music coming from upstairs, proving that the house wasn’t totally void of life.

“Hey Matt?” She called, walking up said stairs, allowing the music to guide her, although she already knew where she was going; Or so she thought. Where she thought the music was coming from would have been Mathias’s room, when it was actually coming from… The bathroom?

“Matt?” She called again, although she hushed herself when she realized exactly what it was she was hearing.

Singing. Singing with a very distinctive Danish accent.

Seeing that the Bathroom door was open slightly, she very quietly went to stand in front of the door, bent of spooking the Dane.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen right away, as she ended up standing in the middle of the hall, clenching her jaw shut with her hand over her mouth in an attempt to keep from laughing, her other arm wrapped protectively around her middle as she bend over with the force of her silent laughter.

In the bathroom was in fact Mathias, and it was in fact he who was singing; In his boxers for that matter. The man was so consumed in singing into his homemade Axe Microphone that any noise that (Y/n) could have possibly made would have gone unnoticed.

“Lay Your Hands on Me!”

And apparently, he was singing Bon Jovi.

After pulling herself together, (Y/n) stood up straight, walking quietly back over to the door. She couldn’t help but snicker as she pulled out her phone, beginning to record the performance. She knew it would be hilarious to see the look on his face, and she wasn’t going to miss it.

She waited until he got back to the main chorus again, still going strong, before deciding to do anything. She shoved the phone into her back pocket, forgetting to pause the recording, as she got an idea.

Seeing that he was so involved in his Performance that he even had his eyes clenched shut, she figured now was the perfect time to make her appearance. Silently pushing open the door, she walked behind the tall Dane, her eyes just visible over his shoulder in the mirror, and raised her hands.

“Lay your hands on me--”

“Sure Mathias, you only had to ask!” (Y/n) shouted over the music, slamming the sides of her palms into his waist, effectively ‘Jumper-cabling’ him as he would call it, causing him to let out a rather shrill manly scream.

“Skrid væk fra mig!” He shouted, falling towards the floor. (Y/n) took a step back and watched in slight shock as she blonde twisted, landing on his hind end on the floor, his back against the toilet, his fists raised in defense.

The sight of the poor boy, in his boxers no less, caused (Y/n) to erupt into hysterics, unable to hold them back any longer. Mathias's angered face turned to one of confusion within moments of seeing the doubled over (H/c).

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here..." He began to ask, although when the force of the girls laughter grew harder, he immediately realized what she was laughing at.

"I-I'm S-s-sorry, Did I s-scare y-you?" The (h/c) girl asked, her (e/c) eyes opening to meet his baby blue ones as she attempted to control her laughing, although she only seemed to laugh harder when she looked at him. She couldn't get his reaction to her scaring him out of her head; She just found it hilarious, probably more so then it actually was.

"Ah, how much of that did you see?" He asked, a slightly sheepish, almost fearful looking expression crossing his face. He knew for a fact that (Y/n) had a bit of a history of being mischievous, As long as neither Tino nor Berwald were around, and he really didn't want to experience another bit of her handiwork.

"L-l-lay y-your hands o-on m-me," She choked out, although moments later she found herself pinned against the wall, Mathias's arms on either side of her.

"(Y/n), where's your phone," Mathias asked, his face inches from her own. (Y/n), of whom was still having problems controlling her giggles, only shook her head, crossing her arms in front of her as she leaned against the wall behind her.

"Why'do need I Matt?"

"I think I forgot to tell Tino to pick something up at the store's all,"

"Why don't you use your phone?"

"I don't want to go get it, please?"

"But it's right there--,"

"Please (N/n)?"

"I think not,"

"Look, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way," Mathias huffed, letting his eyes fall shut with a sigh as (Y/n)'s laughter started up again. Honestly, (Y/n) felt like she was having a lot more fun then she should have been, but she couldn't help but mess with him; It was just too easy.

Leaning in, she quickly pressed her lips against his, shocking Mathias into pulling back slightly, giving (Y/n) just the opening she needed to slip out from under his arms and out of the bathroom, phone still stashed safely in her pocket.

"Hey!"

"Bring it on Mathias!"

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~Later~

When Tino walked into the house, grocery bags in hand, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. It wasn't the sort of silence that would make you expect the worse, but a natural sort of quiet; Or at least as naturally quiet as it was ever going to get in the home.

"Mathias, (Y/n), we're back!" He called out, hearing an almost immediate response from the living room.

"Hey Tino, we're in here!"(Y/n) called, not moving from her spot on the couch, still watching (f/s) with Mathias. After getting everything settled with the phone, (Y/n) deleting the videa she had taken, the two had managed to calm down enough to do something relatively quiet; That was when (Y/n) wasn't still teasing the blonde about what she had seen.

Tino set down the bags on the kitchen table, walking back out into the living room, almost looking as if he were ready to see the worst. When he saw nothing out of the ordinary, he sighed quietly in relief and walked to look over the back of the couch.

"So what have you two been doing?" He asked, looking between the two relaxed characters as they contently watched whatever it was that played on the television screen, although Mathias seemed to be more interested in it then (Y/n).

Both (Y/n) and Mathias looked up when they heard Tino behind them, the (h/c) girl smiling while the blonde seemed to be annoyed, probably because (Y/n) had explained why it was that she was there in the first place, and now wasn't too pleased with the Finnish man.

"Nothing really, just watching T.V." (Y/n) said, and to Tino's curiosity, Mathias seemed to visibly sigh when (Y/n) confirmed it, immediately making the violet eyed man suspicious. He didn't think that (Y/n) would lie just to cover for Mathias, but if she were for some reason in on it... Tino shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. He knew he was just being paranoid.

"Alright... Anyway, Mathias, I bought you the beer you asked for," He said, and within moments of the words exiting his mouth, the Dane was out of his seat, stretching as he headed for the kitchen.

"Tak Tino!" He called behind him as he walked into the kitchen, completely unaware of the (E/c) eyes that had been following him. The moment that the man was out of the room, (Y/n) quickly waved Tino over to her, pulling her (f/c) phone out of her pocket as she did so, already pulling up the video that she had 'Deleted' an hour or two ago.

"Hey Tino, I wanna show you something," (Y/n) said, her voice sounding relatively quiet as Mathias left the room, although obviously not quiet enough, for as soon as she finished her sentence, Mathias stuck his head back inside the doorway, his eyes moving to the phone.

"You said you deleted it!"

"Well I lied!"

"Give me that!"

"Not happening!"

"No running in the house!"