DenmarkxReader - Tattoos
“I want a tattoo!”
I raised an eyebrow at my Danish friend. “You what?”
“I want a tattoo,” Mathias repeated. “I want one that’s all macho and tough!” He pretended to flex his muscles as he spoke.
“Mm-hm, so basically you want a ‘Mother’ tat on your butt,” I remarked, slapping his bum.
“Hey!” he shouted as he rubbed his fanny. He glared at me. “No! I want––I want, like, a dragon going across my chest. Or maybe a viking symbol.”
“That says ‘Mother’?” I added jokingly. I put my hands on my hips. “You’re sure you want one? Once it’s on, it’s there forever.”
The Dane blinked at me. Apparently, he hadn’t put that into consideration, simply rushing into the decision before thinking of the other factors. “Oh, yeah. . .” He snapped his fingers and grinned at me, having obviously come up with an idea.