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He’s Right to Six Foot Deep

Struggling, you pushed the front door open, drawing in a deep breath, still shaking from the icy temperatures outside. Pulling off your gloves, that were drenched, your hat and jacket soon followed into a soggy, wet heap onto the floor. Yanking off your boots, you chucked them into the corner, where they rested with the massive pile of other footwear.

“Hello?” you called into the house that was dark, minus a soft, flickering glow from down the hall.

Oh, the things horror movies are made of…

“Well, there’s gotta be someone here, the front door was open.” You peered into the darkness of the kitchen, using the wall to guide you to the lightswitch. Clicking it back and forth proved nothing, but the fact the electricity was out.

“(f/n)? What are you doing here?” someone asked behind you.

Turning quickly, you rested your hand on chest, as you shook your head. Gulping hard on the air stuck in your throat, you relaxed once you saw who it was. “Lukas, you scared the crap outta me!”

“Why are you here?” he asked again, his face illuminated by the flashlight he held in his hands. His blue eyes soften when he saw you shake from the cold, and him scaring you half to death. You looked a downright mess from the weather outside, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy that you had stumbled over here.

Damn, sometimes he had the hardest time talking to you. All he wanted to do was mope around the house because of what that damn Dane said. Was that to much to ask for? Yet, here was one of his problems, standing right in his bloody face!

“I thought we all were going ice skating, but this light snowfall, has turned into a colossal snowstorm out there.” You pointed a finger to the door and let out a sighed. “It’s almost four feet high.” Moving your hand, you showed were the snow had been leveled with before you walked through the door.

He nodded, pushing past you, and into the kitchen. “Well, the others aren’t here.”

Now, Mathias had said that, if by chance, you showed up here, and it was just you and Ol’ Luke, he could try to put that Norwegian magic on you. There was no way in the icy waters of the Arctic he could do that! Mathias had also said that he wouldn’t have the gonads to even attempt it. Sadly, it looked like he was right, again.

“But, I thought…”

“...you were going to meet them at the rink,” he interrupted you. “They are there, or at least I assume they are. It seems, that not only is the electric out, but cell phone service is on the fritz, too.”

Man, Lukas is so freaking hard to talk to sometimes!

Another chill found you, and personally, you couldn’t tell if it was the temperature outside, or the one in here from a certain someone. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice how soaking wet your jeans and sweater were, and you shook again. “Hey, do you got anything I could change into? I mean, my clothes are saturated, and I’m freezing.”

“Something to wear?” he asked with disdain, as if you had asked him to recite Don Quixote from start to finish and in Spanish to boot. “I suppose I could find something, (f/n). Give me a moment and I’ll be right back.”

As much as he hated to admit it, maybe Mathias was right. He really couldn’t put the moves on you if he tried. In all honestly, he was pitiful. He was more than sure that if he had any cojones, he would have offered to undress you, take you into his arms, and - well, he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t anything like that dumb blond that annoyed him 24/7. And that dumb blonde was more than happier to point that out - and once again, Mathias would claim the fame of being right.

Although, Mathias said that you seemed to like the complex Norwegian, but he was going to have to make the first move. Mathias, loudly, also told him that couldn’t even try to make a play on you even if he had a manual to freaking follow!

“Umm…’kay, Lukas,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. He darted down the hall, and you heard the bedroom door open. “So…” you said and moved down the hall, raising your voice. “...I thought you were gonna join us?” You stopped at the open bedroom door and watched him.

“I was, but Mathias decided to be himself, and personally, I didn’t want to listen to him talk about how he could…” he trailed off, shifting the clothes in the bottom drawer of a dresser around. “Here,” he said, moving towards you with a shirt and plaid pajama pants. “It’s all I’ve got that will fit you. Everything else is in the laundry at the moment. It was Emil’s turn and apparently he hasn’t bothered to even start it.”

“Un-huh,” your voice monotone as you snatched the clothes from his hands. “Thanks, I think.”

He pressed his lips tightly together. He took the flashlight off the top of the dresser, his features once again etched by the light. “I...umm...didn’t mean it like that, (F/n). Mathias is always saying...never mind.”

Damn it! Mathias, I don’t know how this is your fault, but damn it, it is! Lukas’s brow pleated in frustration.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, balling the clothing in your hands. “Don’t give it a second thought, Lukas.”

“Once you've changed, bring your clothes out, and I’ll hang them by the fire to dry quicker.” Lukas moved down the hall towards the living room. “I’ll be by the fire. You can join me if you like, (f/n).” He handed over the flashlight and left you standing there.

You only nodded, tucked the clothes under your arm, and walked toward the bathroom. It was as clear as Swarovski Crystal that Lukas was acting a little stranger than usual around you. For some reason, he seemed almost disturbed that you were here.

“Well, if Mathias pissed him off, he probably wanted to brood about it. Men...”

You slipped your shirt over your head, and rung the sweater out, covering the floor in water. Grimacing, you couldn’t help but notice the shimmering, mini Lake Ontario in the glow of the flashlight. Reaching for a towel, you rolled your eyes once you realized that this bathroom was short a basic necessity. “Really? Even the towels are in the laundry?” you grumbled, and shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll just warn Lukas.”

You carried your clothes out with you, and droplets of water trailing the floor. “Hey, Lukas, where’d you want me to hang these?” you asked, holding the soggy mess of fabric out. “They’re soaked.”

“Sit down,” he said, motioning to the sofa, before taking the clothes from your hands. “There’s a cup of cocoa on the table for you.”

“I thought the power was out?” you asked, picking the cup up, letting the warmth engulf your hands. “How did you heat the water?”

“Magic,” he said.

Your eyes widen at his answer. “Really?”

“No, I just heated the water up over the fireplace,” he said, and a faint smile came to his pale lips.

You pouted and took a sip of the chocolatey drink. “Killjoy. I really thought you used magic, Lukas. I mean, Mathias is always saying all this really cool stuff you can do, but I’ve never seen it.”

Errr... yet again, Mathias was right! If he had listened to him about bringing up something as simple as magic, he could have had you hook, line, and sinker! But, no...he couldn’t do that.

“One day,” he said, before taking a seat next to you. “Would you like to play a game of chess?” He didn’t wait for you to answer, and was kneeling in front of the coffee table, pulling out a box that was sitting on the floor. “I was playing against…” he sighed, and looked around the living room. “...a troll, but he’s gone now, so you’ll have to do, (f/n).”

You chuckled and slipped onto floor, crossing your legs, and taking a seat in front of the table. “Umm...well, I’m not that great at chess, but I could give checkers ago, if that okay with you,” you grinned, taking another sip of cocoa. “Oh, by the way, this hot cocoa is really good, Lukas. Thanks.”

“Checkers? Let me go find that,” he muttered, and pulled himself up with the help of the table.

“Pfft...trolls,” you snickered again, leaning against the sofa, watching the fire flickering. “Lukas, you’re something else.”

“What was that, (/fn)?” Lukas asked, carrying in a box. Kneeling on the opposite side of the table, he sat the box down, and started to set up the game board.

“Nothing. So are we going to play normal rules or the rules Mathias uses?” you asked, scooting closer to the table.

“Mathias’s rules? Do I really want to know?” he asked, second guessing himself about even uttering the question.

“Strip checkers,” you laughed. “He’s such a horn dog!”

Lukas raised a sleek, blond eyebrow and scowled. “That he is. Black or red?”

If he had to say it one more time that Mathias was right, he was going to scream! He could have smoothly said yes to your offer of strip checkers, and well...he couldn’t do that.

“Black is fine,” you said, reaching across the table, and taking the chips from his hand. “Man, did Mathias say - or more likely do - something to tick you off today, Lukas?”

“Nothing more than usual,” Lukas said, placing his checkers on the squares. His voice dripped more of a sarcastic tone then butter off hot toast.

“Coulda fooled me…” you trailed off, and placed your own pieces on the game board.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You tapped your fingers on the tabletop and let a yawn escape. Rubbing your eyes, you squinted them at the man before you. “So, how long have we been playing checkers, Lukas? Like an hour? How about we call it quits, since you’ve kicked my butt each and every dang time.”

Now, if Lukas took a page for the Dane’s playbook, he would have said something about loser has to do something to the winner. Yet, he sat there like a bump on a log and only nodded.

“If you’re sure,” Lukas finally said, after he captured your last piece. “I think you were letting me win, (f/n).”

“Maybe I did,” you chuckled, and nodded your head. Standing from the spot you had occupied for the last few hours, you groaned, and your stiff muscles popped in your shoulders. Walking over to the fireplace, you felt your sweater that was still damp. “Err...well, guess I gotta wait,” you sighed again, and grabbed the cups off the table, and brought them into the kitchen.

Lukas, against his better judgement, was going to try something...something that might earn him a black eye, or a just pure embarrassment if you laughed.

When you walked back into the living room, Lukas was sitting in front of the fireplace, with a blanket wrapped around himself. He patted the floor next to him. “Join me.”

“Is there another blanket?” you asked, kneeling next to him, and scooting closer.

“Nope, we’ve got enough right here,” he said, and the blanket was wrapped around your shoulders, and you were carefully pulled next to him.

He gulped. Yeah, that wasn’t something he would usually say, but he had dared to utter it. And, to his surprise - and probably yours - it worked since you didn’t flinch or pull away.

Lukas tightly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer, wrapping the blanket around himself too. “You still look cold, (f/n).”

Your forehead touched his neck when he tenderly placed your head on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and loosened himself up.

A sigh from your lips startled him. Then you made your head more comfortable on his shoulder. Moving closer to his body, you pulled at the blanket to wrap it tighter around yourself, your arm wrapping around him.

“I guess a little,” you mused. “And, you know, Lukas...Mathias isn’t always right.”

“In this case, he was…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I see you finally got the balls to snuggle up to (f/n)!” Mathias said from the doorway, his voice rising several octanes, before he retreated down the hall. “Man, you just gotta listen to me, Lukas!”

Lukas rolled his eyes. “Sure... be careful…”

“Ah, I’m always right! I was right about that snowstorm, and I was right about (f/n). You just had to make the first move, right? See, like putty...”

SMACK!

Mathias rested in a heap on the bathroom floor, looking dazed and confused.

“Oh, Mathias...the bathroom floor is wet. Maybe next time, you’ll listen to me.” Lukas grinned. “Although, I give it to you, you were right about (f/n).”