Ansgar smiled and shook his head. He wasn't going to be going back to the apartments any time.
"I might have to join you." Ansgar was used to sleeping around a lot of people. Whether it was Rik and Mikkel climbing into his bed, and Fredrik sometimes, or all the people who climbed into bed with him and Torden when they were sleeping. Platonic affection was natural to Ansgar as was the idea of platonic bedmates.
Jay might not be cuddling when he went to sleep but there was no guarantee he wouldn't wake up with a Dane cuddling with him. Ansgar, like the other Soerens, didn't really like sleeping alone. He might wake up just enough to find someone to snuggle with for comfort.
It took a few minutes to gather some spare bedding, but soon, Jay draped a spare blanket on the opposite side of the sectional, and put a pillow facing the end by the door. He settled in on the couch with his head all the way on the other end of the L (feet pointing at his drummer's feet).
If that didn't send a clear message of not intending to cuddle, Jay wasn't sure how to break it to Ansgar.
The only person he wanted to actually cuddle with was Dee. And right now, someone else was doing that. In his bed, no less. He was being accommodating, but that was only going to go so far.
He wouldn't intentionally cuddle with someone who wasn't happy with it. This was an instinct and long term trauma. Being alone was a vulnerability to be avoided. Even here in the safety far from Denmark those feelings didn't fade.
With no one to cuddle and no safety. He may well end up on the floor curled in a ball, under a table and completely covered with the blanket.
Or, he might very well end up in Jay's bed. Or perhaps even with Mikkel on the other side of the couch.
Because at some point in the morning, Dee awoke to realize Jay wasn't there, and carefully crept out of bed to find him. Before climbing on the couch with him, the way they often did the afternoons he got his infusions.
Whether that woke Jay, who was likely already tired from a long shift, was a toss up. But nevertheless, he'd be smiling in his sleep at the feeling of Dee's body on top of his.
It may or may not have been snoring that woke Dee. Sometimes, when he slept in a weird position, Mikkel did snore from a broken nose that happened quite a few years ago.
Being alone in a bed will definitely have the other Dane coming out, though he isn't as indiscriminate as his brother when it comes to finding someone to sleep with, call it innate paranoia. Which means now both of the Danes are under the blanket, under the table, in a ball that seems way too small for both of them to be down there. The two snuggled so close because being tiny and unnoticeable was the safest way to sleep.
In the end, it was the snoring that pulled both Dee and Jay from their shared slumber.
“Did they show themselves out?” He mumbled groggily, looking up at the empty side of the couch.
“…I don’t think so.” Dee whispered back, nodding to the blanket sticking out from under their large square coffee table. (Which, of course, was piled high with Dee’s notebooks and everything else he’d left lying all over the couch the day before.)
Trying not to wake them, Jay quietly whispered, “how are you feeling?”
“A little better…” Dee whispered back.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.” He shook his head, nuzzling back against Jay.
Jay expected that answer, after the night his fiancé had. Still, he whispered, “I’ll make some soup broth later…”
He glanced down. “and maybe go buy some sleeping bags.”
As they spoke there's a grouchiness about them talking from the younger Dane. It's followed instantly by Danish, quiet scolding, and grouching from Mikkel. Eventually, the younger Dane wiggles around and goes back to sleep.
Ansgar poked his head out from under that table. He whispered up to them. "Sorry he's being a brat."
The boy could be bratty, even half asleep, but he didn't mean to be. Ansgar figured his brother was starting to miss his partner and they might have to leave soon so Mikkel's attitude didn't start getting sour, though, maybe he would sleep a little longer.
“What are you guys doing under there?” The confused guitarist asked, perhaps a little too bluntly. He was also still half-asleep.
He couldn’t remember the last time he moved the large coffee table to vacuum the rug under it. He honestly never expected anyone to use it as a tent. Or something akin to a pillow fort.
Ansgar slowly slid out if Mikkel's grip and out from under the table to sit in the space between the tabl and the couch.
"He's always slept under things." Ansgar shrugged. "I started to over time too."
The Dane wasn't about to go into why. He knew his brother's quirks and apparently neither of his partners minded them. A grin blossomed on the blonde's face. "I wonder if Sigurd has to deal with him and Fredrik under his bed?"
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"I might have to join you." Ansgar was used to sleeping around a lot of people. Whether it was Rik and Mikkel climbing into his bed, and Fredrik sometimes, or all the people who climbed into bed with him and Torden when they were sleeping. Platonic affection was natural to Ansgar as was the idea of platonic bedmates.
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And that was without cuddling. A large part of Jay's living room was covered by a large sectional. Two people could easily stretch out comfortably.
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If that didn't send a clear message of not intending to cuddle, Jay wasn't sure how to break it to Ansgar.
The only person he wanted to actually cuddle with was Dee. And right now, someone else was doing that. In his bed, no less. He was being accommodating, but that was only going to go so far.
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With no one to cuddle and no safety. He may well end up on the floor curled in a ball, under a table and completely covered with the blanket.
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Because at some point in the morning, Dee awoke to realize Jay wasn't there, and carefully crept out of bed to find him. Before climbing on the couch with him, the way they often did the afternoons he got his infusions.
Whether that woke Jay, who was likely already tired from a long shift, was a toss up. But nevertheless, he'd be smiling in his sleep at the feeling of Dee's body on top of his.
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Being alone in a bed will definitely have the other Dane coming out, though he isn't as indiscriminate as his brother when it comes to finding someone to sleep with, call it innate paranoia. Which means now both of the Danes are under the blanket, under the table, in a ball that seems way too small for both of them to be down there. The two snuggled so close because being tiny and unnoticeable was the safest way to sleep.
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“Did they show themselves out?” He mumbled groggily, looking up at the empty side of the couch.
“…I don’t think so.” Dee whispered back, nodding to the blanket sticking out from under their large square coffee table. (Which, of course, was piled high with Dee’s notebooks and everything else he’d left lying all over the couch the day before.)
Trying not to wake them, Jay quietly whispered, “how are you feeling?”
“A little better…” Dee whispered back.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.” He shook his head, nuzzling back against Jay.
Jay expected that answer, after the night his fiancé had. Still, he whispered, “I’ll make some soup broth later…”
He glanced down. “and maybe go buy some sleeping bags.”
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Ansgar poked his head out from under that table. He whispered up to them. "Sorry he's being a brat."
The boy could be bratty, even half asleep, but he didn't mean to be. Ansgar figured his brother was starting to miss his partner and they might have to leave soon so Mikkel's attitude didn't start getting sour, though, maybe he would sleep a little longer.
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He couldn’t remember the last time he moved the large coffee table to vacuum the rug under it. He honestly never expected anyone to use it as a tent. Or something akin to a pillow fort.
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"He's always slept under things." Ansgar shrugged. "I started to over time too."
The Dane wasn't about to go into why. He knew his brother's quirks and apparently neither of his partners minded them. A grin blossomed on the blonde's face. "I wonder if Sigurd has to deal with him and Fredrik under his bed?"