Isak has left Norway all of once in his life– maybe twice if you count that time his dad took him to see relatives in Germany when he was a toddler. So like he’s not very used to the hours upon hours it takes to leave your damn country.
But whatever, Isak is half leaning against Even sitting cross legged on the floor by the window (because all of the chairs are taken? really airport? really?) with his own head buds in, legs crossed and tapping out the beat of a Nas song on his knee. No care in the world right? Shades on him, shades on Even, both of them looking like cool motherfuckers. He’s good. He’s chill.
Then Even, the fucker, who at this point had has his own music in and was people watching, arm slung carelessly over Isak’s shoulders, jerks when some song comes on his Spotify (let’s be real, probably something from the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack.) Ever the dutiful boyfriend, Isak looks up questioningly but glares when Even immediately pops an ear bud out of Isak’s ear and replaces it with his own.
“I was listening to-”
“Shh. This is better.”
“I swear to God if you play me Gabrielle-”
But then Isak settles down and slouches further into Even (bony or not, Isak has become extremely good at melting into Even’s side) and pauses his own music and fuck, okay maybe the song wasn’t all that bad after all even though it’s slower and not rap and-
-has he heard this song before?
And Isak’s lids start to droop, and Even’s hands come down to brush through Isak’s hair as he switches from people-watching, to his favorite activity: Isak-watching. And even though Isak has been grumpy all day (because their damn flight had been delayed for four hours), his features smooth out in his sleep and you never would have known that today was a not-so-great day.
Then mercifully, hours later, their flight is called Even doesn’t want to because Isak looks so damn cute, but he’d have to trace his hand over Isak’s cheek and wake him up with a few low-pitched “baby, wake ups” and Isak, not a morning person at all, swats at his hand before he realizes that if he’s being woken up, that means it’s time to get on the fucking plane and yes, thank god, he hates airports.
And then they are off to the warmest place either of them could think of because the winter this year had been a dick. So Ibiza here they come! Where they lay on the sand side by side in some form of ‘fuck school is over for both of us now- what does that mean’ holiday. And they drink so much (Even orders Isak some fruity drinks that Isak thinks are too girly but holy shit they are amazing???)
And then, whoops, they miss a day of sightseeing- much too busy concerning themselves of the sites they can see in the comfort of their own hotel room.
And they have a fucking fantastic time and when it’s time to go home-
“Flight to Oslo delayed 3 hours? Even- seriously what the fuck we are never leaving Norway again.”
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