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Hmm... Glanni being grumpy and Ithro being sweet and cuddling his moody bf to make him feel better? :3c (prompt)

“Do you need anything else, gentlemen?”

“Ah, no, we’re good. Thank you very much, Miss. Have a good rest of your day.”

Once their dinner bill had been paid, Ithrottaalfurrin got up, holding his hand out for his boyfriend to take before they headed back outside.

He was pleased when Glanni silently took his offered hand, and they were out the door.

As they got in the car, the elf smiled softly while he buckled his seat belt, reflecting on their evening. He would say that tonight’s dinner date had been a success. Although Glanni hardly ever turned down the hero’s proposals for a night out together, getting Glanni in just the right mood for it to be enjoyable for the both of them was a bit more tricky.

His lover was…a character, alright. Anything between prickly or completely apathetic, depending on the weather and the position of the stars. But today had been good. He didn’t just sit there tonight and pretend to listen to him, seeming to just go along with everything for the sake of it like he sometimes did. And he had to say, Glanni did a good job behaving today. They went through dinner without any “incidents”, and were able to hold a nice conversation throughout, without any temper flares or inappropriate behavior.

Glanni really had been getting better, in these past couple months.

He turned to look at the other man, putting the keys into the ignition. “Do you want to watch a movie when we get home?”

Glanni shrugged. “Sure.”

“Alright.” The elf nodded. “What are you feeling tonight? Comedy? Or would you rather watch something more-” just then, he froze, catching eye with something that Glanni was holding in his hands- “…Glanni,” he sighed. “What is that?”

“This?” He blinked up at him, holding up a little green coffee mug. “It’s a mug,” he answered simply, as if there were all there was to it; that it was JUST a mug, just HIS mug. But Ithro knew the wiser.

He sighed again, making a short, quiet noise of disapproval. “That came from the restaurant, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Glanni. That’s NOT yours to take.”

“Oh come on, it’s JUST a mug.” The ex-convict rolled his eyes a little, as if it were the ELF who was acting unreasonable. “They’ll hardly notice it’s gone, let alone miss it.”

At that, Ithro shook his head somewhat tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “…Having little monetary value doesn’t make taking things any less unacceptable,” he explained to him. He felt a bit like a broken record, as he told him what he had told him a couple times before. “Now I have to go in there and give it back to them.”

Glanni’s nonchalant attitude quickly faded away as the elf snatched the mug from his hands. His brows furrowed and he glared daggers at him, letting out a string of explicit curses. “DON’T-”

“I see that they’re full; empty your pockets.”

The man in mascara huffed as he emptied his pockets of all its contents, throwing each object he had swiped at the other’s feet- two spoons, a butter knife, a small decorative wooden figure, …and someone’s cell phone.

Ithro would’ve lectured his boyfriend on his deft hands, if this were the first time something like this had happened. But no, he had thought too soon that tonight had went without a hitch and was all too used to such incidents creeping up on him when he thought that all had been going well. Once again, he scooped up the stolen items, giving the other one last tired, albeit disappointed look. “Stay here.”

He got out of the car and hurried for the restaurant, and even from outside, he could still hear his boyfriend screaming inside of the car.

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Several embarrassed apologies for his boyfriend’s behavior later, Ithro climbed back into the car, to find Glanni still sitting in the passenger’s seat with his shoulders haunched and his arms crossed, not bothering to look at him when he turned the engine back on. Actually, Glanni turned his head AWAY from him, choosing to stare out the window instead. But Ithro could still see Glanni’s face in its reflection, contorted into a sour expression.

He sighed. “Glanni…what was I supposed to do? I HAD to give everything back. We didn’t even need all of that stuff-”

“Just SHUT UP!” Glanni snapped, shoving the elf in the arm. “S H U T U P!”

He shoved him again, and although he never actually hurt him whenever that happened, Ithro still knew that it would be best not to press further until they got home; Glanni was more likely than not pretty bent on not wanting to listen to a word he said right now.

“Fine. I’m just saying…I just needed to do what was right-” He said, beginning to back out of their parking space.

“Oh my GOD, I told you to SHUT UP!” Glanni threw his hands in the air, and then unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car as Ithro was STILL backing out, and he began to walk off.

“GLANNI!” He rolled open a window, calling out his name, but he kept walking further and further away. “Where are you going?!”

“Home. FUCK YOU,” he shouted from across the parking lot, before stepping through some bushes and out of sight.

But Ithro did not have to wait even a minute until Glanni’s return, storming right back into the car.

“Home is too far away,” he grumbled, putting his seatbelt back on. “Take me home.”

Ithro had to stifle a snort as he drove out of the parking lot.

Glanni roared, LITERALLY ROARED at him, and they drove the rest of the way home in dead silence.

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Not a word was spoken between them the rest of the ride home, with Glanni remaining in the passenger’s seat seething and with his arms crossed all while sitting in a dramatic and childishly angry position, and Ithro behind the wheel, trying not to grip it too hard. This wasn’t their first quiet ride home, but it didn’t make it any less awkward and uncomfortable.

As soon as they got home and out of the car, Glanni made an immediate bee-line to their bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Well, he made it pretty clear that the elf was NOT to come in- at least not yet, anyway. That was fine; he’ll give him some time to cool down. Hopefully, he’ll listen to what Ithro had to say once he did, and he’ll try explaining to him again why he needed to return everything he stole from the restaurant, and Glanni may or may not listen to him and actively try to control himself a bit more next time- …or he could just say “yeah yeah,” and brush him off- he was a bit of a wild card when it came to things like that. …But still, Ithro felt like he had to approach him a bit more carefully this time. His reaction to being caught this time around was even more severe than usual tonight, for whatever reason.

After half an hour of patient waiting, he finally approached their bedroom door. “Glanni?” He knocked a couple times, opening it ajar, JUST enough to peer inside.

“Go away.” The taller man had taken refuge underneath the covers, his long legs appearing to be curled up underneath in a fetal position. The blanket covered him completely, save the very top of his head, with just his hair sticking out.

Despite the fact that he still acted like he didn’t want to be talked to, the hero still took the fact that he was back to using an inside voice as some sort of progress and quietly invited himself inside- after all, this was HIS bedroom too. “Glanni…can I just sit here?” He replied with nothing but a grunt, and since Ithro couldn’t accurately pinpoint what that meant, he decided to take it as a yes, and sat down at the edge of the opposite side of the bed.

Glanni groaned even louder. “Sit somewhere else. I’M using the bed.”

“But this bed is big enough for two people to be on,” he replied. He looked down at the man curled up underneath the blankets and he sighed. “Glanni dear, PLEASE…” he pleaded, tugging at the blankets and trying to pull them away from his face so he could talk to him, but was only met with a hand slapping him away.

“Fuck off!” He growled at him for a second time that day, glaring at him with red eyes that took the elf aback before pulling the blankets all the way up over his head once more.

…Why were his eyes red? It almost looked as if…as if Glanni had been CRYING. …But that didn’t compute to him. Crying was something that Glanni never really did often, something he’s hardly witnessed in all this time that he’s known him. Actually, ITHRO could be considered the bigger crier of the two, even. But alas, it must be so, …considering that he noticed that his eye makeup had smeared. …Was Glanni really THAT mad at him? To the point of tears?

He sat criss-cross atop the mattress, fingers running over his mustache in contemplation. …Dating Glanni had proven to be quite a ride. It wasn’t entirely a bad one- after all, he’s stuck around in the long-run for a REASON. But, it did have its bumpy roads. There was a lot that has been thrown at him throughout this relationship, but this time…he wasn’t really sure what came next.

“…Glanni,” he finally began, taking a deep breath. “I understand that you’re upset, but we couldn’t just-”

“Just SHUT UP!”

Glanni popped his head out from under the covers, causing the elf to jolt in surprise.

“I KNOW what you’re going to FUCKING SAY, and DON’T even START,” he snapped, his eyes condensating, but he fought to keep it at the corners of his eyes. “I’m TIRED of your SHIT, Álfur! STOP trying to be my fucking keeper all the time!”

He took back to hiding, and realization slapped Ithro straight across the face. He saw a whole new look in his eyes- not one of anger…but of GUILT. As he saw him ball himself up tighter underneath the sheets, Ithro bit his lip, feeling one part of his heart melt, and another part break. For once, the elf was not the wiser, making assumptions about him and acting on his behalf without even giving the other a chance to think for himself, …for having underestimated his lover when he thought he was overestimating. There were SO MANY things that he expected from a wild card like Glanni, …but feeling bad about what he had done for once was something that Ithro had never considered.

“Oh, Glanni…” the elf laid down next to lump hiding under the covers. “…Do you really think that I only see you as someone to keep watch of? Glanni dear, you’re not my responsibility; you’re my BOYFRIEND- ….please come out and look at me?”

“No,” the lump mumbled, scooting further away from him, only for the elf to wrap his arms around it, not caring a bit when it began to squirm.

“Please Glanni dear, ithrottir nammi of my eye?” He settled himself right on top of him, giving the blankets a gentle tug. “I’m sorry if I frustrated you by rubbing this in your face at all…I promise that I’ll stop acting like your keeper, alright?” Glanni peeked up at him through the covers, and Ithro offered up the warmest smile he could manage. “…But you need to promise me that you’ll put a little more care into thinking about what you’re doing, okay? Put just as much care in yourself as there is care that I have for you. Okay?” He asked him. Glanni grunted, not pulling the covers off of himself, but not pulling them back up either.

“Is that a deal?” He asked again, leaning over to plant a nice smooch on his boyfriends forehead.

Glanni grunted again, neither nodding nor shaking his head in response.

“Oh come on. You’re still not going to talk to me?” The elf pouted, tugging the blanket down so that he could see the rest of his face.

The moment the elf whipped out the puppy-dog eyes, Glanni didn’t even blink twice. “Suck a cock.”

“I’ll do it, if it’ll make you feel better,” Ithro offered, tugging the blanket halfway off of the taller man’s body. “Glanni, I just want to lay down and talk with you…” he said, splaying himself across the other’s body, arms and legs down wrapped around him.

Glanni whined and grumbled underneath him. “Stop…”

“No,” the elf replied shortly, sticking out his lower lip again. “It’s MY turn to say no now.” he told him, nuzzling his head against his chest. “No.”

“Ugh, now you’re just being annoying-”

“You know, …I actually thought our date tonight went quite nicely,” he ignored him, planting a row of sweet kisses across his jaw. “I love it when we just TALK. …I think I even caught you smiling for me once or twice. And you got all dressed up too and did your makeup and you looked AMAZING-” “Álfur-” He scrunched up his face.

“The best part though,” he went on as he continued assaulting him with kisses, “was that I got you to eat a cherry tomato-” he grinned. “That was HOT- Watching you eat well is my kink-”

“ÁLFUR-”

“Kiss me.”

Glanni just shook his head at him, but Ithro wouldn’t stop. After what was about 50 wet, tickley mustache kisses too many, Glanni finally rolled his eyes and caved, turning his head slightly to give the elf a little kiss on the cheek.

“Mmm, thank you Glanni, that was very nice.” He settled his head back on his slim chest, pulling the blankets over the both of them so that they were nice and snug.

Glanni snorted. “Congrats, you cuted yourself into what you wanted AGAIN- you happy?” He asked the elf, petting the sweet spot behind his ears.

“Mmm~” He purred. He was indeed, glad that they could just put this behind them for now and not let it completely spoil their date night.

He was glad that he stuck out through today, in the long-run.

#holy shit this is a long one #i tried to keep them both canon in this one rather than fanon #glannithro #glanni glaepur #ithrottaalfurrin #glanni glæpur í latabæ #lazytown #prompts #asks

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