had ended up falling asleep loosely wrapped in one of his own flags, ribbons and other preperations spread on the floor around the couch.
walked in, and was about to call out for him but he noticed all the decorations and smirked when he saw him on the couch. "Silly Nor..."
Håkon
was
sleeping lightly, yet he didn't seem to have heard him through his unconsciousness.
kept watching him for a bit before awkwardly walking forward, making sure not to step on anything and lightly kissed his forehead.
shifted drowsily, rubbing a hand across his face and slowly blinked awake. ".. Mm.. Where'd .. y'come from.."
smirks. "Isn't it obvious? From yer dreams~"
stares up at him for a moment, before untangling his hand from the flag and placing it flat on his face. "Nightmares."
rolls his eyes. "Oh come on. Ye know ye enjoy my company~"
takes his hand back and frowns as he sits up, just now properly aware of the flag around him. "Hm." He hums simply as a response.
smirks. "Do ye want help preparin'?"
lifts the flag up and drapes it over the couch for now, stretching his arms and fingers after. "I'm doin' fine.. I still need to bake.."
smiles. "Bake? I love bakin'. What can I do?"
stands up and pushes some of the decorations out of the way with his foot. "I know that.. Have y'made kransekake before?"
rolls his eyes. "Of course. Ye kiddin'?"
yawns quietly into his hand and picks up a ribbon. "Best to be sure. Nothin's goin' to be half-arsed. The ingredients are ready in the_
kitchen."
nods and headed to the kitchen, washing his hands. He was eager to bake~ "Will ye help?"
"Soon. Just got to.. fix some things." He sighed and looked over the preperations lying in his living room.
nods and got to work. "Good. S'more fun with help."
just hums in response and goes to organise the decorations for where they were to be put.
hummed as he started mixing ingredients. He loved this...
went around the house and tied national-coloured ribbons to candlesticks and such.
thought it was cute how patriotic he was...
joined him in the kitchen when he was done decorating. He walked over to the radio in the window-sill and turned it on to a low volume.
Søren
was
just mixing up all the ingredients into a large bowl.
rolled up his sleeves, washing and drying his hands before he went over to him and looked at the dough. "Hm.. Looks good."
smirks and dabs a bit onto the others nose.
wrinkles his nose and looked up at him, unimpressed.
chuckles. "Aww, come on. Stop bein' such a spoiled sport." He licked the batter off his nose before turning back towards the pans with
the bowl.