3AM (Mathias x Reader x Berwald x Lukas)

Norway was just beginning to enter the long, dark, dreary nights that came along with winter. You had lived in the very heart of the capital, Oslo, for almost a year now while you studied even though the price tag that came along with it was anything but desirable. Your brother had stopped at nothing to get you the very best apartment to start your studies. Any sign of reluctance to accept the offer was immediately squashed by a tight bear hug and a teary eyed whimper of "Don't forget me and this white fluff ball!" You always made sure to visit them or, if your studies became especially demanding, they came to see you. Despite all this, you still kept a framed picture of the three of you on top of your IKEA wardrobe positioned in front of your large window in your bedroom. It was childish, but you sometimes turned the frame to face the sleepy view of the city in the early mornings you had and let your imagination conjure up images of all three of you living in one of the houses located in the distance.

As the weather became bitter, people began to tangle themselves up in woolly masses known as scarves and coats that were willing to battle the swift attacks from the wind. It was almost as if the weather was fighting off all tourists foolish enough to embrace the cold with nothing but a single layer on. The moon occupied the sky longer than the sun did, for fear that it's people may need it for guidance through the night. Yet the locals took no notice of the sudden limitations the sky had put upon them. Many Norwegians roamed the streets long after night had fallen. Doing what, you did not know. You had made a few friends here but the idea of inquiring about their activities after dark seemed too ignorant and you had never gone out later than 11PM.

That determined mentality of yours hardly let you relax so you were forever in study mode. This meaning that you only saw the light of day if you had to go get some groceries or had to collect a parcel. You know, things that HAD to be done. That was where you placed the blame when you were sitting up at 3AM on a Saturday morning. The most aggravating part was that you couldn't remember why you were still awake. Usually you were in a deep slumber by now. But here you were, staring down at a thick study book and being -0.10% productive.

*Bzzzzzzzt*

The sudden buzzing of your apartment bell shook you from your trance. This assault on your ears was followed up by immediate pounding on the door.

'What the...' Your thought trailed off as your face formed a frown. Who the heck was that at the door at this ungodly hour?

Only one way to find out.

Your hand grasped the knob of the door but, just before you were about to turn it, you heard two, slurred voices working their way through the barrier that sealed you away from the public.

"(Y/N)." they chorused, the level of distortion caused by the slurring differing from each one.

Oh no... You knew those voices like you knew your own. There was no room for error in the assumption that Mathias Køhler, Lukas Bondevik and Berwald Oxenstierna were standing outside your door.

"Can you let me in? I only want to play... with you... alone." a voice heavily weighed down by a Danish accent whimpered through the key hole.

"You cosplay as a Viking. I'm known as Susan in every single Nordic club. (Y/N) will want me." replied a deep, Swedish, voice.

"Yeah, and thanks to you we didn't get into the first club 'cause somebody was too busy signing autographs. We had to sneak Lukas in under your coat for helvede sake. I thought you were after (Y/N)'s brother anyway?"

A silence followed that you thought could not be sustained by that particular group of men. It was the type of silence that follows when you're ticking away like an explosive, daring someone to utter a single, stupid, word.

"No one puts Susan in the corner."

Boom.

"Why do you even have a girls name?! You're not even a one on my attractive meter and that definitely decides whether you're a girl... Ok, you're maybe a two at best but-"

The Dane was interrupted by the door he was currently leaning on swinging open and causing him to fall right in front of your feet. His immediate reaction was to let out a high pitched shriek and curl around your leg. Whatever it was that reduced this 5'9 former raider to a pouting, whimpering mess at your feet was something you had to obtain this very instant. For research purposes, of course. Berwald was watching the whole spectacle with a gaze that caused you to smile without warning. For once, he wasn't staring you down like you were the person who keyed his car. Probably because he was too busy trying to stop himself swaying from side to side with one hand against the wall while the other made sure an unconscious Lukas didn't slip off his shoulder.

Wait.

"Berwald-"

"Susan, call me Susan."

If it wasn't for the fact that the others were clearly out of their mind, you would have completely refused to use this new identity of his.

"...Susan. Why is Mathias acting like the damsel in distress and why is Lukas unconscious?"

The previously mentioned damsel started to stress about what if a dragon took his prince away as if to prove your point.

"We were out drinking." he replied.

"I'm guessing you drank a lot."

He gave a hum as if to say "Yup, pretty much."

You let out an exasperated sigh and simply took a step back. Well, attempted to anyway. With a weight like Mathias clinging to you it was a tough challenge to even breathe comfortably. A glare that even Lukas would be proud of was cast in the direction of Mathias. In response, he let go immediately and stood up, wiping tears away from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"My prince doesn't love me anymore... Why don't you love me, (Y/N)?! Why don't y-"

You quickly pressed your finger against his warm, inviting lips with a slight twitch of annoyance. He'd gotten quite close to you during his passionate burst of anger from the denial you had dished out and that stench of alcohol was becoming quite unbearable.

"Go sit in my living room. Wait for me there... Princess." You honestly tried to sound as charming as royalty but this night really wasn't taking the relaxing turn you had wanted. Instead, you hissed out the pet name with far less affection than the damsel had expected.

It was good enough for him though as he began to scurry down the hall at such a speed you'd have thought someone had announced the prize of beer at the finish line. You know, if he wasn't so intoxicated and completely wasted then maybe you would have found this adorable. Finally, you could move your limbs freely. You gave enough space for the Swede to pass through the narrow doorway with the 'real' sleeping beauty over his shoulder. Your precautions weren't enough to stop Lukas's head bonking off the doorway though. Your wince wasn't evident to Berwald, as he didn't stop his long stride towards the living room. You didn't expect for the three students you had only briefly met at a meet and greet party to be invading your own home at a time like this.

This was going to be a long night.

Mathias had taken a seat on one of your sofas. Instead of you seeing the image of an eager puppy waiting for you to come home, he had passed out and was snoring away in a deep sleep you were rather jealous of. You raised an eyebrow but just took a seat next to the snoring, drunken, heap. Berwald sat on the other sofa opposite you and slipped what had been weighing down his shoulder next to him. Lukas hadn't mumbled a word, yet the most peculiar thing was that an expression of happiness was so easily placed on his face. Back at the party, he just had a stern expression on the whole time. The only thing you saw Lukas show was pure annoyance whenever the Dane got remotely close to him or when he was denied coffee at a strictly alcoholic party.

"How did you all get this drunk? I thought you'd be completely out of it like these two if you had as much to drink as them."

"I didn't. We started at 11 and they had their high too fast so were denied in the club. So my high was gone before we even got in our first club. Susan dances the alcohol out." he delivered the last line with such pride you thought the Swedish flag would start waving behind him.

"Wait, high?"

"I forgot you weren't used to the drinking ways over here. I had to explain this the night me and your brother went out. On Fridays and Saturdays Norwegian, Swedish and Danish people go out drinking. We start off at home and drink as much as we can. Then we have to go to the club before the alcohol hits us hard otherwise the bouncers deny us into the club. Lukas was too busy yelling Ylvis lyrics once he got the high that he got knocked out by the walking into a tree. He didn't even make it to the door of the first club."

'Lightweight Cutie...'

You had to mentally slap yourself to stop your cheeks betraying you. Now really wasn't the time to be thinking of such things. Especially when the eagle eyed Berwald was sitting directly opposite. Then again, you'd noticed something yourself hadn't you?

"How did you know I had a brother? I only spoke to you once at the party. Wait, better question, how do you even know where I live?"

"Your brother and I... just talk. As for where you live?" the Swede nodded towards the form of Mathias.

There was no way you'd tell this obnoxious, brazen, sexy... sensitive- erm, down right annoying guy where you lived. Nor did you bring him here on the night of that party. You'd have to be pretty drunk to have brought a stranger home and you sure knew you could handle your liquor like your brother could. The jigsaw pieces just weren't fitting together.

"(Y/N)." Lukas breathed out with a sigh.

He began to stretch out his limbs as he slipped out of his unconscious state. With much effort, he opened both his indigo eyes and stared directly at you. The lack of sleep must have gotten to you because you could have sworn there was a spark in his disinterested orbs that was now fading away. Some dream that must have been. It was a sad fact to admit but you rather liked the smiling, unconscious Lukas. True, you sounded like a complete and utter psycho but you weren't the one claiming you were the 'Lost Princess' in your sleep like the guy next to you.

"You put your clothes back on? We were almost done though." Lukas stated, a look of disappointment drifting across his face for a brief moment. You didn't know what surprised you the most. What he just said or the fact that he just displayed emotion in front of you.

"E-Excuse me?"

That sentence had caught you off guard. The only response you had for him was to stare at him in disbelief. Was your memory this bad? Maybe... just maybe you'd remember something if you kept staring at him like a stalker. Lukas seemed unaffected by the way you were looking at him. He took the opportunity of examining his surroundings as you tried to form some sort of sentence. That's when his eyes caught sight of that stupid dane wrapping his arms around your waist whilst asleep.

"Is it because he joined? If we're having a threesome I think it should be Emil and me. We'll have to go get him and he's new to it all but big brother will show him how it is done."

Just as you'd finally formed an intelligible sentence, the Dane opened his eyes at the word 'threesome' with a mad grin on his face.

"Uh, the princess needs a say in this! You and Emil still thought babies were made and delivered by the stork until a couple of years ago. I've been meaning to show (Y/N) my axe..."



"W-We're not having a threesome! Geezus, both of you, calm down! Berwald is the only one who is acting sane right now."

"Susan strikes at night. Or under the bed covers."

'Spoke too soon...'

It was taking every bit of strength you had to reject all of them. Sure, you were meant to be the smart one out of the bunch but they were so dang hot that you found it hard to stop your mind from wandering. Before you could carry on daydreaming about each one of them shirtless, Mathias interrupted your pleasant fantasizing.

"I've got an idea. How about we all sleep with (Y/N) tonight? I take top!"

With that announcement, Mathias grabbed you round the waist and lifted you off the ground.

"M-Mathias!" you squealed, your hands clinging to his arms while your legs kicked and flailed about.

This guy seriously didn't mess around if he wanted something. Your head whipped around to the other two guys but they were all showing the same expression as your capture. A look of desire, need and pure lust. It was almost too much for you to handle. You tried to kick out of the tight embrace/death trap but that only resulted in you tiring yourself out. With emotions running high you were carried down your apartment's hallway and every door was kicked open by the smirking Dane until your bedroom was finally found. Without much effort on Mathias's part, you were thrown onto the bed with all three men surrounding you.  

"She looks kind of scared." Lukas observed. "You looked so beautiful in my daydream... just enjoy yourself."

"Probably because she knows you're not as skilled as the mighty Dane."

"Susan works better in the dark."

And that was the last thing you saw before Berwald hit the lights and plunged you all into darkness.
The closer they got the more heat you could feel radiating off of them. You just couldn't control your breathing any more as you felt yourself hold it, anticipating the next touch or the next caress. Your patience was wearing thin and the whole scenario was becoming unbearable. Your desires had combined with their own.  

And never had you felt so good.

-------------------------------------------------- Extended Ending

"When you said sleep with me... I didn't think you meant sleep with me."

Your disappointment was met by a bundle of snores. Mathias was on top of you, with his head right in between your chest. He wore a grin on his face and was drooling rather profusely. You just hoped none of it would come in contact with you. Then again, could the fella even breathe? You certainly couldn't. Berwald had snuggled into your right side, his glasses still on his face as he mumbled about some snowball of a dog. A number of times, his hand drifted a little too low for your liking so you were forever hitching it back up. Lukas was on your left side and had a habit of burying his head into the crook of your neck no matter how many times you tried to push him back up. Trust him to keep his lips so firmly against the sensitive part on your neck. So, in the end, you really didn't get any sleep.

But hey, there are far worse things to be doing on a Saturday morning than sharing an average sized bed with three men who couldn't keep their hands off of you even in their sleep.

Right?