Denmark x reader- Grow up already!

"Mathias!! LOOK AT THIS MESS!!" you yelled in frustration when you saw your living room suffering from a "lego invation". Yes... You know that as a Dane, Mathias had connected legos with " Danish National Pride", but this had gone too far. They were everywhere in the house. One time you had found three of them under you pillow. Oh! and last week, the vacuum cleaner broke down because of those little devils... 

The male noticed the anger in your yell and pouted at the statement.
" What are you talking about (y/n)? This is my "Lego city"! he exclaimed, his eyes and voice full of happiness.

You softened at this view. Your immature (and also cute) boyfriend playing with toys... That you had to get rid of your living room, somehow...

"Mathias... Can't you see that your collection's getting a little out of hand, here?" you sigh.
 Hearing those words, Mathias faked a gasp and kept talking on the same tone .
" what are you talking about?" he asked feeling a little offended.

You narrowed your eyes, trying to tell him to take you seriously.

"I'm talking about your pieces of lego, Mat! There are everywhere! I mean, look around you!"

He stood up and took a walk around, before sitting down on the carpet again.
"Everything is clear... I don't see the problem here" he answered back, stubbornly.
He was joking, again... like always. You , on the other hand, were ready to explode, something that the "little Dane" (as you called him) of yours kept on ignoring.
"Put them away..."you barked .
He did his infamous puppy dog eyes, trying to persuade you that his lego city shouldn't be destroyed just yet.

"NOW!!" You insisted.
"NO..."
"What do you mean, "no"? You can't even walk inside our living room anymore, without stepping on your stupid toys!"
 " First of all, skat (honey/treasure), they're not toys... They're LEGO!! and second....Maybe you're right. It IS a mess... When was the last time you cleaned up?"

"EXCUSE ME?? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S DOING NOTHING ALL DAY. YOU ONLY PLAY WITH YOUR F*CKING PIECES OF LEGO AND DRINKING BEERS, YOU, ALCOHOLIC IDIOT!! WHILE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CLEANS UP EVERY DAY... SUCH A NERVE!!! HOW DARE YOU??? YOUR ATTITUTE IS DESPICABLE!!! YOU KNOW WHAT...... YOU'RE SO IMMATURE, YES, THAT'S RIGHT... IMMATTURE... YOU ACT LIKE A SPOILED CHILD ALL THE TIME. YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING MAT, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I CAN'T BEAR YOU! JUST, GROW UP ALREADY!!" 

Wow... The last sentence came out by mistake. You didn't even know how long you kept it inside you. Maybe it was something that you didn't want to admit in front of him. You were feeling stressed for a while now.

When you finished, you felt like a huge weigh had been lifted off your shoulders. You needed to outburst somewhere and Mathias the victim right now. But when you noticed his expression you regretted every single word.
He was about to cry. His oceanic blue orbs filled with tears that struggled not to came out.
You wanted to apologies, but you said nothing. Your pride wouldn't let you admit that how hollow you felt for hurting him. So you just remained silent and prayed for you to disappear.

On the other hand, the Dane was too shocked to say anything. His worst fear had been realized. You, thinking that he was an immature and loud jerk, all the adjectives that Lucas was calling him, every day. You were ready to break up with him. He wonders why you haven't told him, already. He had made you angry without realizing it. He didn't want to hurt you or having a hard time with him. He wanted his queen to be happy and it felt fatal that her declaration was true. How did you end up like this? 
He just lowered his head and finally spoke up, his voice breaking at every word, until it turned into a whisper.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). "

He started putting away all the pieces of lego and in no time the living room was presentable again. 
You let out a breath, you never knew you held, and sat on the sofa.
Mathias sat next to you and embrace you.
You returned the hug and rested your head on his chest.
He was holding you tight, like he was afraid that if he let you go , you would run away from him, forever.
" I'll change (y/n)... I promise... I'll be the best boyfriend in the world. I won't ever let you feel like that again. Min kærlighed, går ikke. venligst.(My love, don't go. Please.) Jeg kan ikke leve uden min dronning (I can't leave without my queen). I can't even think about it. Jeg elsker dig. (I love you). I really do."
 
You could feel his tears on your shoulder. His hands tightened around you possessively until you were brought closer to his body. You placed your own hand on his chest and felt his racing heart beat and his breathing.

You whispered his name in an attempt to reassure him.

"Please Mat. Please. Don't change anything. I love you just the way you are. I'm happy with you, my king. I'll never leave you, I'll be always there for you. I love you with all my heart. You make every day special. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laughter, your personality, even your accent is making me blush. Please, Mathias. I'm sorry..."

Now you were the one tearing up. You believed every word you had said. You had just swallowed your pride and said him everything you were feeling at the moment.

Mathias responded with a kiss on your lips. They licked and matched like they were made for each other. An energetic, but affectionate kiss. Not too rough not too deadly. Just perfect.
After a while you broke it.

Both of you stayed silent. A silence, which contented so many feelings. It was the best way to express your love for each other. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~! EXTRA ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later....

"Wanna see a movie kære (dear) ?"
"Sure. Why not?!"
"Cool! Choose one"
" Mmm... I KNOW!!"
"TELL ME"
" How about 'the lego movie'?"
"the LEGO movie???"
"Yeap"
"WHAT??"
"Problem, love???"
" I' ll go get the pop-corn..."
"And don't forget the beers, Mat!"
 "Ok... This is going to be the best night of my life!!!!"