DenmarkXReader Every King needs a Queen

     Your mom had agreed to let you go outside and play, so the first place you had decided to go to was the hill close to your house. The hill was quite a tall one with pretty, healthy, green grass and some flowers danced in the wind on the top. You ran up to the top, hoping that your best friend would be outside; the two of you would always meet on this hill. Now you raised a hand to your forehead to shield your eyes from the sun and peered around expectantly.

     "___!" a familiar voice shouted and you spun around. A very energetic boy short, wild blond hair and blue eyes was currently running at you at full speed. "What.. are you doing?" you shouted at him and squealed when the small boy jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, knocking the two of you onto the grass. "Mathias," you say with a giggle and look up at the older boy who was now on top of you. Denmark grinned widely and poked your nose. "Guess what I decided to do ___?" he asked excitedly and climbed off of you. Gently he grabbed both your hands and pulled you up off ground. You dusted off your favorite color ___ dress and giggled. Lightly, you placed a small finger on your chin as you thought. Mathias, your best friend who currently is nine years old while you are at age seven is a very loud boy who comes up with the crazies ideas. Today he was dressed a bit differently, he wore his usual t-shirt and shorts, but today he also had a blanket tired around his neck like a cape. On top of his messy hair sat a piece of paper that was colored yellow and had little 'arts and crafts' gems glued to it. "Um.. you are going to play another trick on Norway?" you asked slowly. Denmark shook his head, making his spiky blonde hair even messier. A thoughtful frown crossed your face and you tapped a foot. "Ah.. you.. um.. I don't know Mathias.. tell me!" you told him excitedly. The boy grinned and threw his hands up towards the sky. "I am going to become King of Northern Europe!" he cheered. 'I guess he isn't a super hero then' you thought, which had been your first guess when you saw the cape.

I'm gonna be a mighty king
So enemies beware
Well, I've never seen a king of beasts
With quite so little hair

     You blinked your bright ___ colored eyes at this statement and tilted your head. "King? How are you going to do that?" you asked and lightly tugged on his shirt. He grinned down at you once again and winked. "I don't know yet but I will become king no matter what!" he told you and grabbed your hands. He scooped you up into his arms, struggling a bit because you were almost just as tall as he was despite being younger than him and he spun the two of you around, making you giggle and laugh. Denmark stumbled a bit and the two of you fell over, now rolling down the hill that the two of you had been stand on top of. "Mathias!" you squealed as you picked up speed towards the bottom of the hill and you couldn't seem to stop your rolling. Once you finally came to a stop, you sighed in relief, your ___ colored hair all messy and littered with grass and the world seemed to spin a bit since you were dizzy. "Look out!" Denmark shouted and rolled right into you, causing you to fall over again.

I'm gonna be the mane event
Like no king was before
I'm brushing up on looking down
I'm working on my roar

Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing

Oh, I just can't wait to be king

You've rather a long way to go Young master, if you think

     "I'm sorry," he said between laughs as he studied your usually neat and tidy looks, now you looked all messy and fun just like him. You made a face at the older boy and tackled him. "This is all your fault!" you told him and dusted grass out of your hair and into his face. Mathias blew the grass away from himself and flipped the two of you over with a smirk so that he now had you pinned down instead. "Don't make me do this.." he said tauntingly then made a gross sound in the back of his throat. Your ___ eyes widened and you squirmed underneath him. "D-Don't you dare! I will tell M-Mister Sweden on you! That is gross!" you sputtered as he made the sound again. He slowly forced his saliva out of his mouth so that a string of liquid was making its way closer to your face, he was practically spitting on you. "Ew!" you squealed and gave one last shove, this time successfully pushing the larger boy off you. You stood up and placed your hands on your hips. "I'm pretty sure kings don't do that!" you scolded your best friend.

No one saying, "Do this"
Now when I said that, I
No one saying, "Be there"
What I meant was
No one saying, "Stop that"
Look, what you don't realize
No one saying, "See here"
Now see here

Free to run around all day
Well, that's definitely out
Free to do it all my way

     Denmark stood also and shrugged his shoulder with a grin. "When I am King I can do whatever I want to," he said and looked up at the sky. You continued to glare at your friend then slowly followed his gaze to the sky. The two of you remained silent for a couple moments as two birds flew by. "You know what ___?" Denmark asked. The tone of his voice caught you by surprise, there were rare moments when Denmark was serious and not messing around, and this was one of those times. "What is it?" you asked curiously and eyed his hand when he held it out to you. Being a kid, even at age seven, you still had a fear of 'germs' that boys could give you. Reluctantly, you reached out and took his hand and blinked in surprise when he pulled you into a hug. "Did you know that every King has a Queen? I want you to be my Queen!" he told you. A shade of pink danced across your face and looked up at him. "What does a Queen do?" you asked excitedly. The boy blinked in confusion then he smiled. "The Queen gets to stay with the King forever! We will both be able to do whatever we want!" he told you confidently.

I think it's time that you and I
Arranged a heart to heart
Kings don't need advice
From little hornbills for a start

     Your eyes shot open and you sat up quickly before looking around the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips and you smiled softly at the memory you had just dreamed about. "That drunk idiot," you said fondly and shook your head. You weren't seven anymore and weren't so quick to believe his crazy ideas or go along with them. Now you peered at the clock and your ___ colored eyes widen. Quickly, you jump out of the bed and pull on some clothes and fix your out of control hair. "He should be getting out of that meeting soon.." you told yourself and slipped your feet into shoes. With one last glance towards the mirror, you headed out of the house.

If this is where the monarchy is headed
Count me out
Out of service, out of Africa
I wouldn't hang about

This child is getting wildly out of wing

     Denmark walked out of his meeting with the other Nordics and rubbed his neck warily with a smile. Norway had tried to suffocate him with his own tie again, some things never change and he didn't mind his violent friend. "I see you survived yet another meeting," you said and raised your eye brows at your best friend and… boyfriend. Mathias grinned over at you and rushed over to you, easily scooping you up bridal style. Even though as kids, the two of you had been practically the same height, he had gone through a growth spurt when it comes to both height and strength. You laughed softly and wrapped your arms securely around his neck even though you knew he wouldn't drop you. "How is my Queen?" he asked with a grin. This surprised you because he had many nicknames for you and that was defiantly not one of them.

Oh, I just can't wait to be king

Everybody look left
Everybody look right
Everywhere you look
I'm Standin' in the spotlight
Not yet

     "Q-Queen?" you sputtered, remembering last night's dream. Denmark loved talking about your childhood but for some reason he always seemed to leave that specific occasion out of conversations. Instead of his usual silly grin, a caring smile crossed his face as his blue eyes stared into your ___ colored eyes. "Yes Queen. I did say I would become King one day, remember? I wanted to be the King of Northern Europe… I may not be the kind of King I wanted to be… but.. I don't have an actual title of King.." he started. You pressed a finger to his lips and gently tug on a strand of his blonde hair. "You are a magnificent King in my eyes Mathias Køhler, even if you aren't an actual King, you are 'my' King," you told him and placed a kiss to his lips. Denmark eagerly kissed you back and held you easily in his arms.

Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing
It's gonna be King Simba's finest fling

     When the two of you finally pulled way for air, Denmark set you down and a shade of red danced across his face, not because he is drunk. "I have a question for you ___ ___," he said quietly. Slowly Denmark lowered himself down on one knee and opened a small box so that you could see inside. You looked at his face then at the ring with both surprise and happiness. "___ ___, will you marry me and be my Queen? Kings and Queens are supposed to stay together forever and do whatever they want… I want to be with you forever," he said and smiled. You were at a loss for words and tears had started to form in your eyes, you couldn't trust yourself to say the words so you nodded your head. Denmark slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed you as passionately as he could; putting all the feelings he had for you into that one kiss, for soon… you would be ___ Køhler.

     "Get a room," Norway said and blinked his eyes at you two with a blank expression as he walked out of the meeting room. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at Norway with a laugh. "Sorry~" you told him and watched him turn and leave the two of you. Now that the two of you couldn't see his face, he smiled, happy for Denmark… though he would never tell the other country.

Oh, I just can't wait to be king
Oh, I just can't wait to be king
Oh, I just can't wait to be king


Extended Ending:

     "I don't think I can handle this," Norway said and eyed the small child that Denmark had slipped into his arms. You and Denmark had a child that Denmark insisted would grow up to be a wonderful princess just like his Queen. All of the other Nordics had already visited the two of you at the hospital and Norway had finally come when Denmark begged him like crazy to. The Norwegian gulped and looked down at the baby girl in his arms. She had beautiful ___ colored eyes like ___, but the girl had Denmark's blonde hair. He knew the girl would grow bigger and bigger and would continue to become more like his friends… her mother and father. The baby made a gargling noise and reached up towards Norway's face, grabbing onto one of his fingers. "What is her name?" Norway asked finally in his usual monotone voice. Denmark smiled, sitting on your hospital bed beside you with his arms wrapped around you. You smiled softly, trying to keep your eyes open for your husband, child and visitor. "We named her ___(daughter's name)," you told him and squeezed Denmark's hand. Norway nodded and stared down at the little girl. "Prinsesse ___(daughter's name)," he said to himself and held the small girl closer to himself without noticing. Denmark looked down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. "Rest," he insisted then stood and walked over to the other Nordic.

     "You can be Uncle Norway," Denmark told him with a grin, and picked up Norway's hat off of his head since Norway wouldn't be able to do anything about it since he was holding a baby. Denmark placed the hat on his head and grinned even wider. The Norwegian sighed and tried gently tried to move his finger out of the girl's hold, but the baby only tightened her hold. "Then who are you, King Daddy?" Norway asked and raised his eye brows at the happy country that now had a 'queen' and 'princess'. This country that Norway was looking at... is no doubt.. the happiest person on the Earth.



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