DenmarkXReader: Hangover

You hung up, confused. There weren't any new bars in town. Shit! He's talking about that new club. A strip club., you thought. You groaned and went to change. You put on an over sized hoodie and a pair of jeans. You slipped on your socks and sneakers before grabbing your cell phone and car keys. You went out to your car and got in, starting it and driving towards the club.

 

Once you got there, you could see the lights flashing from outside and clearly hear the music. You walked up to the door and opened it. The music was deafening. You walked inside, looking around for your Danish friend. Then you spotted him.

 

He was standing up on stage, with a stripper pole, strip teasing. You couldn't help but to roll your (e/c) eyes and laugh slightly. The drunk Dane was laughing and dancing as if there was no tomorrow. You had to admit, it was pretty funny, no, hilarious.

 

His ocean blue gaze settled on you and somehow, his smile widened. He jumped off stage and stumbled drunkenly over to you. "Hej, _______! You made it!", the Danish man said and strangled you in a hug. When you finally pried him off of you, you said, "I think it's time to get you home."

 

"What?! You just got here! Loosen up and have some fun!", he shouted over the music. "Nah, I'm good. You are drunk, so let's leave.", you replied. You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him outside. Surprisingly, he followed, but not quietly. He was distracted by everything that moved. "Look, squirrel!", he shouted and tumbled over.

After a good half hour, you got him in the car. He continued rambling on about random things as you drove, giving you a headache. "Hey, _______?", he began after suddenly growing quiet. "Yes, Mathias?", you sighed. "What would you say if I told you I was the personification of a country, Denmark more specifically?", Mathias asked. "I'd say, Mathias, you're drunk.", you replied. "What if I was sober and told you that?", he asked. "I'd still say you're drunk or Lukas choked you so much that you didn't get enough oxygen to that brain of yours.", you replied. Mathias laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. 

"Hey Mathias! Get the fuck up!", you shouted. The Danish man woke up with a start and tumbled off the couch. "Ugh. Why did you have to be so loud, _______?", he groaned, slowly sitting up and getting back on the couch. "Because you would slept the day away.", you snapped. "Yeah, yeah, yeah.", he said, waving his hand dismissively. "I fell in love with an idiot.", you grumbled. 

Mathias instantly perked up, grinning like a moron. "What did you say there?" A blush bloomed across your face. "I didn't say anything.", you said and sipped your coffee. "You said you loved me didn't you?", Mathias said in a teasing tone. "You really want to know what I said?", you asked. Mathias nodded. "I said, I fell in love with an idiot.", you replied. Mathias stood up and hugged you tightly. "I love you too.", he murmured.

You smiled at your three year old son as you put him to bed. "Good night my little, Ryker.", you said softly to your toddler as you tucked him into bed, his father standing beside you, holding your five year old daughter, Annelise. Your daughter got down from her father's arms and walked to Ryker's bed side. "Good night lillebror.", she murmured and placed a loving kiss on his forehead. You smiled at the sight. "Good night Big Sister.", he mumbled tiredly before going to sleep. 

Mathias picked up little Annelise and carried her across the room and set her in her bed, pulling her blankets up to her chin. "Good night, sweetheart.", Mathias said, kissing her forehead. You walked over and stood next to him. "Good night, Annelise.", You said softly. She smiled up at her parents before drifting to sleep. You and your husband walked out of the room. 

Once outside their room with the door closed, Mathias hugged you from behind. "I'm really glad I got drunk that night.", he murmured. "Get drunk with the kids around, I'll send Lukas after you.", you replied.