licorice game. | iceland

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Coming!" [Name] sang out as they headed to the front door, clutching a precious bag in their hand. Opening the door, their best friend stood on the front porch, lavendar eyes staring back at them.

"Are ya gonna let us in, kiddo?" A macho voice chirped up, cutting through the silence. Turning to the voice, [Name] saw Mr. Puffin, Emil's pet bird hovering over his head, struggling to hang onto a bag pinned between his beak.

"Ah, yeah... Sorry about that. Here, Mr. Puffin, I'll take that," [Name] said, relieving the bird of his heavy load.

"So, why did you call me over here and why the licorice?" Emil asked, stepping out of the chilly autumn air and into the front hallway. He gestured to the two bags of licorice in his friend's hand.

"Oh! Well, follow me and you'll see!" [Name] chuckled as they headed to the kitchen. Placing the two bags onto the table, [Name] and Emil took their seats. "Have you ever heard of The Pocky Game, Emil?" [Name] smirked.

"Um... I think Leon was talking about it at one time. He heard of it from Kiku. Is that what we're playing?" He looked at the other skeptically, an unnoticeable blush rising to his pale cheeks. "[Name] doesn't know of my crush on them, right? If Leon told them, I swear, I'm gonna-"

"Emil!" [Name] barked. The platinum-blonde-haired boy snapped out of his thoughts. "Did you hear me?"

"Um... No. Sorry, [Name]." Emil cursed himself for not paying attention. His crush sighed, but flashed a sweet smile that sent his heart racing.

"It's fine. I said that you'd be right. Kiku introduced it to me the other day. I thought maybe we could invent our own version of The Pocky Game with licorice."

"That explains the licorice! So I didn't chip my beak hangin' onto that bag for nothing. Seriously, bro! We gotta talk about your addiction sometime." Mr. Puffin sat between Emil and the licorice, examining his beak as best he could for any chips or scratches. [Name] and Emil rolled their eyes at the silly bird.

Suddenly, [Name] clapped their hands in front of them, startling poor Emil and Mr. Puffin. "Alright! Let's get started. You know how to play? It's basically the same as The Pocky Game." The [h/c]ette tore open their bag as Emil tore open his. The two of them pulled out a licorice strand, [Name]'s licorice coming out first.

"Fine. You go first, [Name]," Emil huffed laying his strand on top of his bag. [Name] blushed and stuck one end of the strand in their mouth. Emil leaned over and closed his lips over the other end.

"Ok! If there's any makin' out, I'm outta here! Have fun you two!" Mr. Puffin flew off to find [Name]'s pet, leaving the two of them to their game. Looking at the Icelandic from their end, [Name] counted down from three with their fingers. Once they put their last finger down, the two of "lovebirds," as Mr. Puffin dubbed them for some reason, began to eagerly eat up their own sides of the candy. It looked as if [Name] was going to get most of the tangy goodness but then Emil jumped forward, the remaining length of the strand filling his mouth. Surprised, [Name] tried to back up before either of them got hurt. But then Emil grabbed the back of [Name]'s head and pulled them closer to him, smashing his lips into theirs. [Name] squeaked in surprise but soon closed their eyes, melting into the kiss. The two of them moaned as Emil deepened the kiss. Emil, wanting entrance, licked [Name]'s bottom lip. Breathing through their nose, [Name] opened their mouth, letting their tongues do all the work.

"Darn air!" The two thought in unison and parted, annoyed that their first kiss got interrupted.

"I won, [Name]." Emil smirked.

"Wait, what?!" [Name] managed to reply between pants. Suddenly, they were aware of the lack of the sweet, tangy taste that was supposed to be lingering on their taste buds. "Emil!" [Name] cried out. "No fair! You cheated!" [Name] couldn't believe their crush-turned-boyfriend! While they were lost in their fantasies, the sneak had stolen their share of the strand! [Name] playfully pouted.

"You should be more careful, [Name]." Seeing [Name]'s puppy-dog-eyes, Emil's smirk grew as his ego was boosted. He leaned closer, resting his forehead against their own. "You never know who could take your candy~" Closing the gap between the them, [Name] left off where they were when the darn air broke up their love confession.