The first few times (F/N) shouted something stupid across the bar, attracting the attention of numerous people, Lukas did his best to ignore it. She was drunk after a stupid bet she'd had with Mathias, and while he'd went off somewhere else, (F/N) had been left by herself, and she was currently lying on the counter, mumbling something to herself. Lukas didn't want to approach her just yet, but if she did anything stupid, then he'd take her home in an instant. She was the reason he was still here in the first place, otherwise he'd already be in bed.

He almost felt like her caretaker, but luckily she didn't act like this on a regular basis. Usually she was quite sensible, a trait he liked about her, but now drunk, that trait was completely thrown out of the window, and (F/N) had started acting as stupid as Mathias did daily. Lukas was glad she hadn't ever gotten drunk up until now. For now, he was just keeping an eye on her, while sipping a drink of his own, and waiting until he could finally go home.

"Den! Do you think if I jump from here, I'll fly?" She yelled, and only then did Lukas realise she'd climbed up onto a table, a wobbly one at that, and was gazing at Mathias stood below her in wonder. But low and behold, there it was: the stupid thing that finally made Lukas decide he was going to take (F/N) home before she really did hurt herself. He quickly stood up from his seat, walking over to the table she was stood on. She quickly grinned at him, waving her arms. "Nor, look how tall I am!" As cute as she sounded, stood on top of the table and waving at him like a small child would, he really wanted her to get down from the table before it toppled under her weight.

"(F/N) get down before you fall over," he spoke sternly, and (F/N) laughed.

"But it's so fun up here! Plus, you'll catch me if I fall, right Nor?" Laughter bubbled in her throat again, when she received no reply. "If you love me like Den said you do then you'll catch me!" She spun around, and Lukas would've glared at the drunk Dane stood next to him upon hearing what (F/N) said, if it wasn't for the fact that the table was beginning to tip over. They'd already created quite the scene, but the squeal that came out of (F/N)'s mouth only gained them more onlookers as she fell.

Lukas managed to catch her, albeit quite awkwardly, and she giggled drunkenly as she hugged his neck tightly, cheering at how she'd just flew. Mathias was laughing wildly, and Emil was still sat at the bar, looking just as fed up as the bartender behind the counter. Seems he was used to this already.

"We're going home, (F/N)," Lukas said, gently setting her down so he could fix the mess she'd created. He picked up the table, and then paid for all the drinks they'd bought (also tipping the bartender since they'd caused so much trouble), finally he turned to Emil.

"Little brother, I'll take (F/N), but you'll be able to get home alright, won't you?" He asked softly, and Emil scowled at him, standing up from his seat.

"I don't need to be babysat, I can get home just fine," he mumbled, then looking over to Mathias, who had decided to pester Berwald and Tino. "What about Den?" He asked, and Lukas frowned darkly, glaring over at the spiky haired man. There was no way he was troubling himself with him after the comment (F/N) had made. Somehow, the Dane had known about Lukas's, for lack of a better word, crush on (F/N), and teased him about it constantly. He could handle that, but what he couldn't handle was him spouting it to the very girl he liked.

"That idiot can make his own way home," he concluded, and Emil seemed amused for a moment, but didn't say anything. He said his goodbyes, and left, leaving only (F/N) to take care off. She was sat down on one of the pub couches, stacking the drink mats, only from them to fall over. He made his way over to her, and she quickly noticed his return and jumped up from from her chair.

"Nor!" She shouted excitedly, then looking around the bar curiously. "Where did Icey go?" She asked.

"He went home," Lukas answered, attempting to drag her by the hand so he could lead her out of the bar. She frowned in disappointment.

"But I still wanted to ask him to call me big sister..." She sighed, and Lukas had to hide the shock on his face for a second.

"Why do you want him to call you big sister." It was a somewhat silly question coming from the same guy who'd constantly pester Emil into calling him big brother, but he was still curious anyway. (F/N), in someways, was like a sister to the Nordics, but she wasn't related to any of them at all. That, and also, Lukas had always thought of her to be a little bit different from a family member. (F/N) laughed, elbowing Lukas lightly.

"Well, if you're his older brother, then I'm his older sister, silly!" She slurred, and before Lukas could ask how so, she answered. "We're married, aren't we?" He almost choked on the air he was breathing, but managed to keep his emotions under control as a blush threatened to take over the skin on his cheeks.

"... What makes you think that?" He managed to say through gritted teeth, and (F/N) frowned.

"Are we not? So Den was lying to me?" She almost looked sad. "He told me just a few minutes ago that we got married, and I thought he was wrong, but he sounded pretty sure about it!" With her speech slurred and slow from the alcohol, she almost sounded cute, but Lukas was too busy trying to quell the all-encompassing rage for the Dane on the other end of the bar. If he didn't have to take care of (F/N), he'd stomp right over there and wring his neck. Just what had he been telling her?! He ignored the rapid beating of his heart, and just pulled (F/N) along with him.

"Come on, let's just go," he muttered, reminding himself that he'd have some business to deal with the next morning.

"Are we going to your house, Nor?" She asked, her eyes bright. "Take me to see the fairies again!" She twirled around, but still managed to follow Lukas so that they were outside of the pub. The cold air made her shiver slightly, but she was too intoxicated to care. Instead of being bothered about the cold, a wave of tiredness hit her, and she decided to sit on the ground. Lukas turned to her in mild annoyance.

"What are you doing, (F/N)? Get up so we can go home," he urged, but she groaned, looking at him with cute puppy eyes.

"I'm tired though... Carry me, Nor!" She pleaded, grabbing onto his hand and tugging his sleeve. "You're my husband, you're meant to help me!" Once again, Lukas felt red return to his cheeks, and his heart rate quicken. He'd forgotten to tell her earlier that they weren't in fact married. He wanted to tell her that they weren't, but the cute expression on her face was stopping him from doing so. She was drunk, so there was no harm in letting her believe whatever Mathias had told her... Right? If that was all he told her.

"You can walk to the car yourself, it's only down the road." (F/N) groaned again, reaching out her arms to Lukas like a child would.

"Please! Carry me! She dragged out the syllables, and Lukas sighed. Normally she was level-headed and calm, but when she was drunk (this being the first time she'd ever gotten drunk), she became so clingy. Maybe she would've done this to anyone, but Lukas would've liked to have thought that she was doing this just because it was him. He would rather her walk to the car by herself, but how could he refuse her when she was making such a cute face at him?

He knelt down in front of her, and she quickly caught on, smiling widely before leaping onto his back. Once he was sure he had a good grip around her legs, and that she was holding onto him well enough, he stood up, and started walking. He'd never been this close to (F/N) before, and could feel her warm breath against his ear. She hummed contently, her head rested on his shoulder comfortably.

"You're really warm, Nor..." She muttered, and this time, Lukas let himself blush, as she wouldn't be able to see it anyway. "I love you..." She yawned, and snuggled closer against his shoulder, his blonde hair tickling her forehead. Lukas didn't say a word. Usually, he was excellent at keeping his emotions to a minimum, but when it came to (F/N), it  became harder. While around her, he'd often catch himself smiling, perhaps even laughing, and now she was making his heart do backflips in his chest. The feeling of her snuggling against him was more than he thought he could handle, not to mention, it was cute.

It didn't take long before he figured out that she'd fallen asleep, and he was somewhat glad. He wouldn't have to listen to her talk about how they were married now, and could drive her home in peace. Her home wasn't too far away from his own, but he still didn't want to leave her alone and confused when she was to wake up in the morning. He carried her into her house gently, then making his way to her bedroom and setting her down on her bed. She was adorable as she slept, and luckily she was far too deep in her sleep to feel him kiss her forehead lightly.

Lukas still didn't want to leave her, and she'd need someone to look after her when she woke up with a raging hangover in the morning. She had a guest bedroom didn't she?

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When (F/N) eyes finally opened again, she'd wished they'd never had. The light flooding through the crack in her curtains felt more piercing beams that made pain erupt in her head. She groaned quietly, burying her head in the bed covers, but she quickly jolted upright in panic.

She was aware she was incredibly hung over, that was apparent by the flaring pain in her head at her sudden movement, but she couldn't remember a thing that had happened last night, except for the fact that she'd downed about four glasses of alcohol. She rubbed her eyes, hoping the brief seconds of darkness would help her pain, but as she opened them again, she let out a scream. There stood in her bedroom, casually leaning against the wall, was Lukas, looking incredibly tired.

"Nor?! What are you doing in my room?!" She squealed, pulling the covers back over her body and feeling yet another wave of pain rush over her brain. He walked over to her, holding a glass of water for her to take.

"I took you home since you were so drunk," he replied bluntly, and (F/N) took the water gratefully, but frowned at him unsurely.

"Did I... What did I do? Did I do anything weird?" She asked, sipping the water gently, as not to make her throw it back up. Lukas seemed to think for a minute, and she dread rise up in her throat at what his reply would be.

"You jumped off a table," he said vaguely, and (F/N) was left to wonder. How did she even get on a table? Why did she jump off the table? Had she caused property damage?! "How's your headache?" Lukas asked, and (F/N) froze in the middle of her building thoughts to pinch the top of her nose.

"Awful, I drank way too much..." She sighed regretfully.

"I left painkillers on your bedside cabinet," Lukas said, nodding over to medicine underneath her bedside lamp, then he moved over to the door. "I'm going to see if that idiot Dane made it home, and then strangle some sense into him." (F/N) saw what looked like murderous intent in the Norwegian's deep blue eyes, but decided not to ask. Seems she wasn't the only one who's done stupid things.

"Thanks for looking after me, Nor," she smiled, her eyes avoiding his in embarrassment. She had no idea what she'd said to him, and she desperately hoped she hadn't said anything too embarrassing, but she was thankful that he'd been the one to help her back home. She'd always favoured him most out of the Nordics, and would be lying if she were to say that she didn't have a small crush on him of sorts, but most of all she trusted him.

"Of course," he hummed, and suddenly feeling a boost of confidence, Lukas smirked. "You're the one who told me that a husband is meant to help his wife, after all." He watched the expression on (F/N)'s face slowly turn to confusion as she processed his words.

"W-What...?" She stuttered, her face becoming red, and Lukas decided he'd better leave before she could ask anything else.

"Don't forget to take the medicine," he said, before leaving the room as quickly as he could. Even though he had a smug kind of smile on his face, he felt incredibly nervous. (F/N) on the other hand was freaking out completely. What had she said last night?! Something about husbands looking after their wives? But she and Lukas weren't married, and they weren't even dating. Her face was becoming increasingly red, and she sipped on her water in hopes of cooling herself down.

She hadn't confessed to him, had she?

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