This one took way too fucken long. If anyone still cares about this drabble, I'm sorry.

On the bright side, this is a long installment, I promise! And now that I have a new laptop there should be no more long waits.

This one's a bit mature.

DenNor: Phantom of the Opera; Due to an ultimatum, Lukas must marry the Danish king to protect his country and family.

Throughout the day, he could only wonder how his life came to this. Lukas Bondevik was the Prince of Norway, one of five Nordic countries that made up the fierce Scandinavian region of Northern Europe. His country had solid alliances with Sweden, Finland, and Iceland (though the prince of the last one was his half-brother, so that was by default) but his country didn't have an alliance with Denmark. That country had the fiercest army, which consisted of Viking soldiers led by their Viking King, Mathias Køhler. Now the King had given Lukas' father an ultimatum, Norway and Denmark would go to war unless Lukas became Mathias' bride; the king had no choice but to agree. So now Lukas' wondered what bad karma was dealt to him when he'd done nothing but good. Naturally one would believe with the alliances Norway had war would be no issue, but they'd be wrong.

Why?

The answer is cruel irony; Denmark had alliances with the same countries.

Once again, cruel irony.

So, one week after the ultimatum was made, the two kings met, drew up the contract, at dinner King Mathias made the formal proposal to Prince Lukas before the court, and the ceremony was set for the end of the month. The days between were spent approving selections and in fitting sessions; Lukas was to wear a dress. His brother Emil, Prince of Iceland, came to Norway immediately after receiving his invitation demanding to know why Lukas had accepted to marry the vicious king; they cried together that night.

When the end of the month came, Lukas put on a brave face, which was his usual stoic expression, traveled to Denmark, and on the day of the wedding allowed his servants to help him into his wedding attire, and went to face his fate.

No one could argue Lukas wasn't a beautiful bride, because he was; the top half was an A-line corset of royal blue with white along the top and bottom hems, and where the whale bones were, and being used as the lace to tie up the back. On his biceps were detached sleeves the same as the corset with white cloth falling to the floor as the skirt did; the skirt had a long train to it. His gold circlet attached to the veil, and he insisted on wearing the hair pin he'd received from his late mother, a gold cross. Mathias was a handsome groom, Lukas had to admit when he saw him. The Danish king wore a crimson tunic that went to mid-thigh, hemmed with gold, and a black belt around his waist; under that were black pants and a long sleeved shirt, polished boots, and a black cape with fur trim along the neck. His spiky blond hair managed to stick up in its rebellious way among his crown.

During the ceremony and the reception, Mathias kept a constant contact, by touch or eyes; when they danced, and sat down to eat the Dane whispered in his ear promises of loyalty, devotion, and love, to give him the world if he asked. Lukas let him talk; to him it was all empty promises spoken by a king who hid the blood he bathed in from the rest of the world behind arrogant smirks. They meant nothing, just like the letters Mathias had sent the days between their engagement and wedding. But secretly Lukas was in fear; when Mathias spoke his name his body shivered, when he looked at the Norwegian prince or took his hand, Lukas' face flushed and his heart skipped a beat. The reluctant bride feared he'd fall in love with the king.

In sleep, he sang to me,
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name.

It was now that point in the wedding when the bride and groom had to "sneak away" to consummate their marriage; Lukas was nervous about losing his virginity to his new husband. If Lukas said no to any activity, would Mathias respect that, or would he live up to his reputation and just rape him?

"Are you nervous, my Queen?" Mathias whispered huskily into Lukas' ear while he carried him making the prince shiver.

"I… I am, your Majesty." Lukas answered meekly.

His tone made the Dane chuckle in adoration, "You're so cute. You can call me by my name you know."

Lukas blushed refusing to meet the King's eye, "I do not feel comfortable doing so."

Mathias chuckled again and whispered to him sensually, "Oh, you will be once we're done."

The Prince's blush darkened as another fear he had the whole day was starting to be realized: the Danish king was arousing him.

And do I dream again?
For now I find,
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind.

They reached the Honeymoon suit of the Danish castle, the door already open for them with two guards standing on either side.

"Leave us." Mathias ordered them.

The two nodded and hurried back down the hall; Mathias carried his wife into the room kicking the door closed behind him and Lukas felt his heartrate pick up.

"I-I don't think I can do this…" he said, his stoic mask began to drop as fear overtook it.

Mathias chuckled for the third time setting Lukas on the bed then knelt in front of him holding his hand and looked at him with lust-filed eyes, an undertone of pure affection, "I know what has you scared. I know all the stories that travel all over Scandinavia, how I "bathe in the blood of my enemies" after I slaughter them, and rape anyone who catches my attention."

Lukas tried to pull away feeling his body begin to shake, but his hands were trapped in his husband's; the grasp was gentle, but unrelenting.

"Now, now, just listen to me please. I explained in my letters to you the stories were only half true. I do not bathe in my enemy's blood, and do not rape, and I will admit to becoming violent, but only when I am provoked." He kissed Lukas' wedding ring "I definitely will not hurt you. Will you allow me to claim you, my bride?"

Filled with fear, Lukas convinced himself that he could not protect himself here or he would likely condemn the people of Norway. Compelled by his sense of duty he nodded, and Mathias smirked in victory.

Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet.
My power over you
Grows stronger yet.

The Dane kissed Lukas' forehead removing his circlet and veil setting them aside then undid the detached sleeves, and took off his shoes acting like a doting husband. Mathias put the circlet on the vanity table along with his own crown then set the shoes by a chair taking off his own boot and putting them by Lukas'. He took off his cape, tunic, and shirt laying them over the back of the chair then turned back to his wife seeing the Norwegian prince blushing at the sight of his naked torso.

"Lukas?"

Said male snapped out of his trance only to look away blushing at being caught looking at the king; this was a stroke to Mathias' ego and made him smirk.

And though you turn from me
To glance behind

"I know you like what you see." He said strutting back over to the smaller blond kneeling before him and leaning in close to him "I'd like to see what you got."

Lukas blushed at the husky tone and shivered at the hot breath on his ear; he yelped when Mathias placed a kiss on his neck shivering at the sensation of calloused hands running over his legs from his ankles to his thighs pushing his skirt up.

"Uh-um… Your Majesty…" Lukas blushed.

"Mathias." The Dane reminded then kissed his bride's lips.

Unexpecting and overwhelmed, Lukas' first instinct was to grab his husband's shoulders when he felt he was about to fall backwards from the intensity. This was his second kiss; his first was earlier when the priest said, "You may kiss the bride." The first kiss was surprisingly gentle, loving even while this one was dominating and lustful; it made his head fog over as the arousal that made itself known on their way to the room grew.

The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind.

Mathias gently spread Lukas' legs and pressed closer until their bodies touched. The Norwegian prince gasped at the heat of the king's naked chest against his still clothed one; he suddenly craved the contact and wrapped his arms around the Dane's neck in a desire to be closer. It was a bit of an ego boost to Mathias; he smirked to himself as he pushed Lukas back on the bed until they laid down, both gasping when their hips collided. They broke the kiss panting and Lukas wondered as he stared up at his husband, who exactly was this man he married? It seemed Mathias lived up to his reputation in public, but now…

Lukas pushed himself back on the bed until his back hit the pillows.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

Mathias crawled to his bride until he hovered over him again looking on with desire, and even love.

He caressed the younger Scandinavian's cheek with his knuckles lovingly, "The people of Denmark will love you, just as I do."

Lukas gasped. Mathias… Loved him? Really loved him? But they'd only really known each other, if at all, for just over a month. How could he say such serious words so soon? Marriages of convenience never have love in them, and theirs would be no different!

…Right?

Before he could think more on the matter, Mathias had kissed him again, and once again Lukas was overtaken by the raw emotion; wrapping his arms around the Dane's neck didn't do much to help keep him grounded.

It's me they hear.

Your/My spirit and your/my voice in
One combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is there/here
Inside your/my mind.

Hot, breathless, full, complete.

Those were the feeling Lukas had with every kiss, touch, and thrust Mathias gave. It was all so new, and so amazing; he didn't think feeling such a way was possible. And the king was just as overwhelmed by the pleasure he shared with his bride; he'd had willing partners share his bed, and while the escapades were satisfying, he's never felt any form of a connection. That was different now as he completely claimed his new bride in their marriage bed; every cry Lukas made, every plea for more, drove him to satisfy his queen, to show all the emotions he sparked within Mathias ever since he'd first seen the younger blond in Norway years ago...

He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!
Beware, the Phantom on the Opera!
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!
Beware, the Phantom of the Opera!

As they both reached their ends together, in the mid hour of the night, Lukas gazed into the clouded eyes of the man above him seeing his very soul bared to him behind the glaze of lust; he realized he didn't truly know this man as a man, only by word of mouth. Who was the king really? Who was he going to spend the rest of his life with from this night on?

In all your fantasies, you always knew
That man and mystery
Were both in you

"I promise you Lukas, my dear Queen, you will want for naught as long as you're at my side…" Mathias whispered lovingly.

"If you are one to keep your promises then I may fall in love with you yet, Mathias…"

The king smiled genuinely at the use of his name, and leaned down to kiss his queen, his angel, again.

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is there/here
Inside your/my mind

See, long.

Next: FrUK, "Music of the Night"