#justiceforTLM

[flowerwriteseverything]

Sightseeing

Okay, so I’m making it my mission in life to provide as many shenanigans with Danish!MC and NakedToaster as possible. I find a lot of comfort in this for some reason, hahaha…;;; Also THANK YOU to everyone for the kind response to my shoddy writing. <3 I can’t help myself now.

“It’s a cultural treasure!” You can’t help but glare at Toaster as they’re looking up at the almost 35 meter tall building in front of them with anything but interest. “I’ll have you know that it’s one of the most visited places in Denmark!”

“What about the mermaid, though? I heard she’s got quite the history…” They’re trying to pull your leg, and you’re having none of it.

“She was decapitated, you jerk. Twice. Give the poor girl a break.” You sigh as Toasty’s grin only broadens. Then you decide to change your tactic. “Honey…”

They stiffen. You’re pouting now, widening your eyes just enough to make them seem puppy-like, and leaning ever-so-slightly towards them. You know it’s working when that delightful, pink blush is blooming across their cheeks. “Fuck…” Were you not on a mission, that muttered word alone would have taken you back to your hotel. However, there are places to see and Toasters to persuade. They sigh with the combined suffering of a thousand retail workers. “Alright, let’s go.”

You grin, link your arm with theirs and walk inside the front gate.

“Alright,” you start with never-ending enthusiasm, as you make your way up the tower after buying tickets. “I’ll give you the tour of a lifetime! I’ve prepared history facts, fun facts…”

Toaster raises their eyebrows and gives you a skeptical look. “There’s one person in here looking and sounding like a tourist,” they start, “and it’s definitely not me.”

“Come oooooon!” You say with a sing-song voice. “History time! The tower was originally built as a library and an Observatory! There’s still a telescope at the top but everything else has been moved elsewhere. It’s mostly used for exhibitions, concerts and the like now.”

“Uhuh.” Toaster’s looking upwards toward the top of the tower. You’re making your way up the spiral path which is steeper than one would expect… and it seems like your wonderful boyfriend is noticing that just now. You smile, thinking back to yourself as a kid, complaining about the long, almost dizzying walk towards the top. The memory makes you take Toaster’s hand and give it a tight squeeze. They look back at you with affection and wonder. “What’s up? I thought you were in the middle of a history lesson?”

“You’re lovely,” you whisper, smiling softly, and before they have time to even absorb the compliment, you’re back on track. “This winding, spiral path is actually quite fun! A horse carriage with six horses in front made its way to the top in 1716, and someone even tried to drive a car to the top for the sake of being a showoff… but alas, a simple door was standing in their way. A tragic setback for humanity - and that dude’s ego. Probably.”

“What the hell?” They start laughing, some embarrassment from your compliment still visible in their expression. “I think you looked these things up just to mess with me.”

“Mmmmmaybe.” You are grinning at this point. You could write lines upon lines of poetry describing what NakedToaster’s laugh makes you think and do. Most of it wouldn’t make for a good presentation in public, though, so you keep it to yourself. Mostly. “Do you know what the best part is?” You’re practically bouncing.

Toaster cocks an eyebrow at you, trying desperately to hide their smile. No doubt they’re thinking about how adorable you are from being so excited about an old tower. “I can barely wait.”

“Oh, shush,” you wave a hand dismissively. “People bike in here. They actually hold bicycle races! Here!” Your eyes are practically sparkling.

“Damn, you guys really are obsessed with bikes.”

“I’ll let you know that I’ve rented a tandem bike for us tomorrow.”

“You’re kidding.”

They repeat themself with increasing panic as you walk along, humming happily and with a spring in your step.

Then you reach the top. You ignore Toaster’s quiet but obvious celebration of it being over, finally. You know they’re just joking - and not-so-secretly enjoying this adventure with you. You take their hand and give it another firm squeeze. You lock eyes for a moment before you walk up the stairs to the observation platform. This is where your excitement peaks; you’ve been waiting for this moment the entire day. 

Toaster reaches the top first. You can’t read their expression but to you it looks like bewilderment at first. “Holy shit, you can see the whole city from here.”

“Yep.” You’re giddy from nerves, and it’s obvious. Toaster gives you one look, softens instantly and takes your hand in theirs. You walk all the way to the railing, and you point out Tivoli, beautiful churches and outstanding architecture, Øresundsbroen which paves the way to Sweden… and they’re listening to your every word. No more bullshit or teasing present from either of you.

“This is amazing,” they’re saying, actual wonder in their voice, and you're almost bursting with pride. For them, for your country, for everything you’ve been through together to reach this pivotal moment… and now you can barely breathe.

“Hey, Toasty?” Your voice is squeaky, and they pick up on it immediately, turning towards you in alarm. 

“Are you okay?” Their eyes are filled with concern, the braid you helped them make this morning is slightly disheveled from the fresh, winter wind, and you just… fuck, you love them so much.

You can’t be distracted. It’ll knock all the courage out of you. So you make do with a quick nod, a deep breath… and then you do it. “NakedToaster, Toaster, Toasty…”

“Are you just recounting my million nicknames, darling?” They’re laughing nervously, clearly aware that something’s up. Of course they’d know, Toaster’s ridiculously smart. Their creativity and self-made-man attitude are just two out of a million reasons why you adore them. 

“Please.” You take another deep breath and feel yourself sweating despite the frosty weather. “Anyway. I - I want to tell you how proud I am of you. Of what you’re doing, of who you are, and I’m so deliriously happy that you’d like to travel this country with me for a week. I can’t even believe that it’s even possible.” You’re aware that you’re rambling. Toaster must have noticed it, too, but they’re kind enough to let you continue, even if they’re blushing from all the praise. “You’re amazing. I’ve never met a person so strong-willed, independent, and just… ugh…” You’re laughing in frustration now.

“What the hell is going on?” They’re reaching out for your hand but you’re taking a step back. At first there’s hurt behind their eyes, and a lot of confusion, and then they see it. You’re reaching inside your heavy jacket’s pocket, and inside is an annoyingly large box… but that’s not the most important thing here.

Their eyes widen. “No, no, no, fuck… Is this really happening…” They’re hiding their face as you get down on one knee with the box in hand. Luckily for you, there’s just one other couple on the platform, and they’re most likely making out on the other side. It’s tense enough as it is without billions of people observing you.

“I… Uhm, I realise that this might be a little anxiety inducing… but it had to be here. In the place of our first adventure, with an outlook of the capital of the country that I’ll do my best to make a home for you. This whole place… I want to make it ours, a place where we belong, together.” You feel hot tears down your cheeks, and your heart swells when you notice that Toasty has finally lowered their hands to look directly at you, cheeks aflame and with wet, attentive eyes. They’ve stopped cursing and protesting.

“So… Toaster. Min elskede, mit livs kærlighed…” You’re resisting the urge to look away. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. “Will you marry me?”

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a/n: I had to look up facts about Rundetårn to write this goddamn pile of fluff. I hope you enjoy it.

Also, yes, every fact in this short story is true.

The statue of the little mermaid had her head cut off two times, she’s also lost an arm at one point, and people enjoy covering her in paint from time to time. The poor woman needs a break. #JusticeForTLM