Even A VikingDenmark was on the top of the world. As a Viking, he was the strongest Nation in the world. All feared him, from the peasants to the monarchs, and the humans to the other Nations. All the riches of the world were his. His people were happy. But he certainly wasn't.Even A Viking by Constalina
He stared wistfully at his best friend, Norway. The other man was silently sharpening his weapons, getting ready for another raid. Denmark shivered. The way his friend almost effortlessly, and dare he say it, gracefully cut through his enemies in a battle came to his mind. It was so different to his own berserker style. It was almost like comparing a swan to an ox.
If Denmark could have his way, he would grab Norway and kiss him on the spot. But Denmark really did not want a sword in his stomach. Why did Norway have to be so... icy? He was like the snow. Beautiful to look at, yet so deadly to approach. If you tried to go near him, he would just freeze you, or blow you away. Denmark mentally slapped himself. Why did he always