-Great Danes- DenmarkXReader

"Oh! Mathias, look!" The (H/C) squealed, grabbing a fistful of her boyfriend's sleeve and tugging it to get his attention. He turned his head from the wild looking bird that almost shared his same exact hairstyle, glancing in the direction of the enormous creature.

"Du godeste..." His eyes widened, his grip on (Y/N)'s hand becoming tighter as he protectively pulled himself in front of her, in case the thing attacked. "W-what kind of beasts are they selling in this place?!"

"It's a Great Dane!"

"A what?!"

"A Great Dane! I'm gonna pet it," the young girl cheered, releasing Mathias' hand as she skipped over to the fenced area around the large dog.

"Babe, be careful around that thing!" He called, rushing up after her.

But it was too late. (Y/N) had already gotten within murder-range of the animal and held her hand out for him to taste his prey before he devoured her.

That didn't happen exactly as Mathias thought it would... The Great Dane, that was half the height of (Y/N), hesitantly sniffed at the smiling girl's hand before lapping at it. She giggled, patting the gentle giant on the muzzle before going up to scratch him behind the ears.

"He's so cute," she crooned, just as a lengthy string of slobber slid from the dog's drooping cheeks.

Mathias disagreed with the term 'cute'. He looked to the laminated card with the dog's information.

"Blue? Eh, looks kind of gray to me..." (Y/N) lifted her head at his voice, the beast's ears perking at the sound, as well. She walked to the side of the fencing where Mathias stood, only for the dog to follow.

"No, he's a blue merle," she corrected, peering at the small card, herself. "When people say a dog is blue, they mean a steely blue, not like... baby blue, or something. And you see how he has those tiny darker splotches on him? And the lighter spots around his nose?" Mathias nodded, warily eyeing the animal that stared back at him with big, pathetically floppy face. "The discoloration is what makes him a merle. It makes him look older, but it says here that he barely has a year on him! He's practically a puppy!"

Mathias gulped, visions of the dog possibly getting bigger than it already was plagued his mind.

"Elskede, when I suggested we get a pet, I was thinking more along the lines of a pet and not a freakish almost-horse. C'mon, (Y/N), look at him, really! Can you not see the murderous, violent, bloodthirsty beast lurking behind those puppy-dog eyes?!" The Great Dane's long tongue flopped out of his mouth to lick his lips, his puppy-dog eyes blinking in indifference. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Mathias, sending him an incredulous look before going back to the dog, an adoring smile on her face.

"Nope. Don't see it. And I don't know why I would, Great Dane's are notorious for being gentle giants," she claimed, rubbing the cheeks of the beast. Mathias groaned at her ability to be right all the freakin' time.

"Can't we just get a fish or a bird or something? You know, something easy? Dogs can be a bit of trouble, sometimes..." (Y/N) hugged the head of the dog defensively, coddling him against the Dane's implications.

"Just because you had a bad experience with Hana--"

"Nej! Nej! Nej! Don't remind me! I still have the scars!" Mathias shuddered at the traumatizing memory. "I don't think we should get another dog."

"Aw, c'mon! We have to get him!" She begged, hugging the beast harder. "He's probably a big, goofy, lovable sweetheart! I bet the only reason no one has adopted him yet is because of cowards like you who are too intimidated by his size to see how sweet he is!"

"Did you just call me a coward?!" Mathias shouted, making the (H/C) jump the fence and hide behind her new best friend, sticking her tongue out at the blonde man that held an appalled look on his face. It was only a fleeting expression, though, soon leaving in place of a innocent smile. "Oh, kæreste, I think you should come back over here so I can hug you and tell you how much I love you," he said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm," she hummed, giving a falsely thoughtful look before shaking her head. "Nope. I think I'll stay over here until I know Madsen is coming with us," she smiled smugly.

Great, she already named it!, he thought, sighing in exasperation and running a hand through his hair. He caught eyes with the dog once more, then with his beloved kæreste, who's soft pleading was enough to break his resolve.

Hmm. Madsen... Fair enough.


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"So, why'd you name him after me, elskede?" He called to the backseat, where (Y/N) sat with their new dog, calmly petting his head as it laid in her lap. Madsen's tail wagged hard with excitement, smacking the back of Mathias' seat with a loud, rhythmic 'thud'.

"I don't know, really," she said, laughing wryly. "I guess because you're both Danish, even though Great Danes are actually thought to be German bred dogs. And you're his new daddy, so it fits!"

"How did you get to know so much about Great Danes, anyway? Did you Google them or something right before we left? Was this your plan from the beginning?" He joked, but genuinely curious.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, ruffling his hair as she whispered to him. "I live with a great Dane, already. I've learned a lot, that way," she giggled.