Litteratur - Norway X Reader

~Litteratur~

*Norway X Reader*

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'A pleading cry for help screamed murder,cutting through the crispy air. It was cold already and it didn't help a little bit that the temperature seemed to drop even more low than it was. Frozen tears fell onto the rosy cheeks of the female as she prayed that maybe - just maybe - her fiancée would forgive her and give her a second chance. Through blurry aquamarine sight she could see her breath come in visible puffs,swearing it could crystallize on the moment and form some sort of complex snowflake. The blonde chuckled to herself at her silliness - she missed now her little sister and she hated the fact she had to let her behind just to please her parents and the whole society through it. Being the fiancée of the well known cardiologist,Patrik Lindström,had its perks. He might have been a great doctor,but when it came to love he was nothing like Alexander.

Oh,Alexander... How Frida's eyes turned soft all of a sudden. She loved him,but he was nothing close to success. Her parents wouldn't afford such an expense,letting their most precious daughter marry a guy who lived off music.

The ice cage which trapped the female fell to the ground all of a sudden,a high pitched squeal leaving her wind bruised lips. In all that ice glass-like broken pieces,Frida dusted herself off and almost took off when something really cold pierced through her back and into her heart.
It became warm and the now clouded aquamarine orbs brimmed with tears could see the reflection of the most beloved one in the ruby glitter of the snow - Alexander Hansen.'


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"What are you reading there?" a monotone voice behind her asked,startling the engrossed female.

A scream almost left her lips,if it wasn't for the rapid reaction of her palms to cover her mouth before she could do so. The book fell to the ground with a thud,revealing the covers of it - and in bold,Latin letters was written the title and the author's name - Frøydis Bentson.

The Norwegian eyed the book,still picked it up with care after he read the intro,which were pure facts the author wanted to mention before starting the story line. Slipping in the sign at the given page,he placed the book on the sofa,as he himself took a seat near the (h/c).

"I'm sorry to have startled you like that!" Lukas apologised,still his tone didn't tremble in the slightest.

"Better said,I'm sorry to have reacted like this. I was really caught up in the story and Frida was killed and well,I..." (Name) started her rant,but got interrupted by the feeling of a warm finger pressed against her lips.

"I didn't know you were into such literature..." the Norwegian spoke once again,his words washing over the girl as a whisper.

"Well,Matthias told me that this is what you guys mostly produce around,so I gave it a try!" the female tried to defend herself,nervously tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

"Indeed! Our authors are extremely morbid,but it seems that southern people are concerned with such!" Lukas retorted,gently rubbing the edges of his eyes with his pointer and big finger to soothe the pain out of them.

"It is indeed captivating!" (Name) started,capturing the Norwegian's attention upon her.

"I mean,not the murder in fact,but how some things are detailed. Such as the pitoresque image of the hills or the authenticity of the feelings. It feels as if they are touchable!" the (nationality) female explained,bringing her hands in the air to express the importance of her words.

"You really are something else!" Lukas said to himself,hiding that beginning of a smile behind his palms.

"Huh? Were you saying something Lukas?" (Name) interrupted her rant,cocking her head cutely to the side.

"Nei! I'm just a bit tired. Se deg snart!" the blonde stood from his place,biding his farewells.

"Oh! Okei. Have a safe trip back home!" the (h/c) followed the male to the door,watching his figure get lost into the horizon.

"Oh Lukas... You are just like Alexander to my Frida... But I don't want my love for you to consume me!" (Name) whispered,placing delicately her head against the door's frame.

The sky was beautiful that evening. Few droplets of pink,strings of purple and navy blue,just like the beautiful orbs of the Norwegian. No sound was to be heard,only that of a beeping answering machine in the background:'Moi (Name),this is Tino!' the cheerfull voice of the Finn came through the speaker,but the (h/c) paid no mind.
'I...I really want to tell you something for some time now,but never got the chance..' it continued uncertain,unsure,so unlike Tino. But his words were like a long forgotten echo in the back of her mind - she could hear them,but not decipher them.

Closing the door with care,(Name) could hear the machine beep once again,announcing the call was over.

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'Alexander unbuttoned the first three buttons on his striped shirt and loosened his tie. Advancing through his dark apartment,he closed the door,the light consuming the least of his energy. He didn't even mind to lock the door,because he didn't feel like it anyway.

Did he actually have a reason to fight since...? But Alexander loved Frida,both in life and death and he knew she'd love for him to go on.

Gulping one more shot,the pale blonde boy threw the glass and let himself fall to the floor. Frida was gone and he haven't even got the chance to tell her how much he loved her. He was doomed to eternal unhappiness.'

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'So how is she feeling?' the voice came tired from the other end.

"She's fine. Just sleeping!" the Dane answered whispered,placing a blanket upon the (h/c)'s trembling form.

'Okei. You better not be kissing her while she sleeps,you stupid Dane!' the Norwegian threatened,sensing the smile which was forming onto his neighbours face.

"Might as well do that if it upsets you!" Matthias answered with a chuckle,already hearing the tsking sound.

'Don't you even dare lay a single finger on her or...' but Lukas was welcomed by a final beep,announcing Matthias disconnected.

Pressing his tongue against his lips,the Norwegian placed the cell phone onto his nightstand trusting the Dane just this time.

"God nat,min skat!" Matthias whispered,chastely pressing his lips against the female's forhead.