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Title: Metal circles
Author: ravn90
Assigned prompt: NorFin - Revenge [Optional: Dance]
Other characters and pairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13, hints to something more graphic
Summary: There's nothing better than a going to a concert with your best friend.

It wasn't often Finland got a phone call from his neighbours, and if was even more rare that Norway phoned him.
Staring at the caller ID on display in disbelief for a moment, the Finnish nation finally answered the phone.

“What's on fire?” he asked

“Fire?” Noway's monotone voice bore an incline of confusion
“Yes, what have you got burning that requires you to phone me?” Finland rephrased his question, it earned him a chuckle from Norway on the other end of the line.
“No fire yet, but tomorrow night there might be a few stages on fire.”

“I'm in” Finland added before Norway could even elaborate on the cryptic message.
“Not even curious about who's playing?” Norway asked
“Not the slightest. If you think they're worth checking out then I'm there.” Finland laughed light-heartedly.
“Good. Vorspiel at my place at 5. Bring vodka,” the instructions from Norway was like the other times. Simple, to the point and more of an order than a request.
“I'm there,”



The next day Finland was outside Norway's house at precisely five o'clock – wearing a pair of black leather trousers, a black t-shirt that had been ripped several places and a black leather-jacket filled with patches and metal studs.

Knocking once he entered the house before Norway had time to answer the door.

“Get some glasses and beer from the kitchen,” Norway called from somewhere upstairs, having anticipated the Finn's arrival and left the door unlocked. Finland laughed loudly and did as he was told.
He made himself comfortable on the sofa in Norway's living room, pouring a beer and waiting patiently for the Scandinavian nation to come downstairs.

“Nice choice...” Norway's voice stated flatly from the doorway.
Finland grinned and slid a can of beer across the coffee table and towards Norway.

“Leather is always a good fashion choice,” he chirped happily as Norway took a seat next to him.

Norway nodded.
He himself was wearing a pair of leather trousers, although his own pair had a good few chain attached to them. A black fishnet t-shirt was barely visible under a black t-shirt that bore only one rip near his ribcage – a very large emblem from a band printed on the front.

Finland recognised the t-shirt.
Norway had bought it at the first gig they went to together.

“Excited for the show?” Norway asked as he poured his beer into a glass. He predicted that before they made it to the show they would have knocked over the glasses and said fuck it; for only to proceed drinking vodka and beer straight from the bottles or cans.

“Totally, have we seen these guys before or...?” Finland enquired, looking forward to see whoever it was playing. Norway had a good taste in music by his standers.

“No, they're fairly new...quite young too, but wait till you hear them,” Norway's lips curled upward in a knowing and wicked smile. It sent a shiver down Finland’s spine. This was going to be a good night.

“Got a CD or something?” Finland looked at Norway almost pleadingly.
“Got something better actually...”

Chuckling, Norway rose from the sofa – the chains on his trousers jingling a little as he walked. At least when he wore those he was less likely to be able to sneak up on anyone, Finland mused.

Finland smiled in gleeful anticipation as Norway pulled out a Vinyl record and placed it onto the old gramophone he had hooked up to some rather large speakers.

The sound that blasted out at the first riff blew him away.
Norway laughed and turned he volume down a notch.
“Kvelertak,” he smirked and handed Finland the sleeve of the record.
“They're from Stavanger and if they don't make you want to relive some of our Viking days then nothing will,” he smirked.

“Not that I was a viking...but they're making me wish I was,” he replied with a laugh, leaning back into the sofa with his beer as he studied the track list carefully.
He tapped his feet along with the heavy beats, humming along to the lyrics that even for the both of them was impossible to sing along to.
“They're certainly someone to listen to if you feel like getting revenge on someone for something...” Finland mumbled as he admired the artwork.

“how so?” Norway asked, drinking the last of his beer before reaching for the vodka Finland had brought.
“Hard, heavy and excellent to scream to.” Finland explained !And kick ass riffs,” he added with a grin.

“True, can't think of someone to be angry at right now though...” Norway admitted with a sigh.
“I'm sure we can find some petty little thing to extract revenge onto someone for,” Finland suggested, holding his glass out to Norway so he could pour him some vodka.

“I say we just leave some really loud voice mails for Sve and Dan to wake up to..” Norway suggested with a wickedly evil grin

“Losers need to appreciate good music and join us more often,” Finland grinned back, downing his vodka in one large gulp.
“Amen to that,” Norway quickly following suit before refilling both their glasses.

By the time they made it to the concert the supporting band was already well into their set list.
Wanting to make up for lost time they threw themselves into the large circle-pit some fans had started in the middle.
Several bruises and clashes with the rest of the concert-goers, Finland slammed into Norway on accident, sending both tumbling down into the hard concrete floor.
A very large man was quick to drag them both up and back onto their feet.

Norway muttered a 'takk' to the large man as Finland steadies himself by wrapping one arm loosely around Norway's waist.

“I should punch you for that one,” Norway mockingly threatened to the Finnish nation,
“Fuck you, if anything you can expect me to tackle you as revenge the next time you're in the pit,” Finland shot back with equal amount of feigned anger.

“Yeah right,” Norway laughed before dragging Finland back into the heart of the mosh pit.

The next time they did collide it was half-way between the main act.
In the midst of the other humans running amok around them, Finland had licked his lips and pressed is his body as close to Norway as he could.
Norway had responded by dragging Finland into one of the empty toilet stands and pushing him hard against the back of the stall door.

Finland smirked pulled the Norwegian nation into a deep and heated kiss, pressing back against him eagerly.
They where both hot and sweaty from jumping up and down, leather trousers feeling far to tight and warm at this point.

“Better than dancing,” Norway murmured between heated kisses.
“Head-banging isn't dancing,” Finland growled deeply back before he continued to nip and kiss the Norwegian's neck “even I don't categorize it as such,” he added as Norway trailed his hands down his sides and began unzipping his trousers.

Finland groaned as he felt Norway's hand wrap around him, stroking him a few times to make him hard.

It didn't take long to get him off; his arousal easy to please in this situation – both hot, wanting and needy. And before the final set list was finished they where both back in the midst of the crowds again.
The only difference was that the flush to their checks wasn't solely from the heat of the venue.

I've given up at this point (I have so much to do that I simply can not afford putting more time into this. I am so so so soooo sorry!)

 
Fun fact, we use the word “Vorspiel” to describe a party that happens before going out. We borrowed it from German even if the Germans don't use the word in the same context.
Same goes for after-party. We use a German word for that too. (Nachspiel ..if you're wondering)