Prince!Norway X Nordic!Princess!Reader III

~Glem meg ikke~

*Prince!Norway X Nordic!Princess!Reader*

Warning: This story implies incest,as the Reader is Lukas' cousin,so if you are against it,please leave! Thank you!

Hot tears flew down the (h/c)'s face,kissing  the curvure of her rosy powdered cheeks and down to her wind bitten lips,falling onto the marble of the old castle. She felt her legs give in any moment now,but she ran. Her attacker was hot onto her trail,making her squeak in surprise when she took a corner and the gap between them was almost broken.
Putting a tight grip onto the edges of her long flowing dress,(Name) scooped them up enough so that she would be able to run without getting lost in the many layers and materials,but also low enough to be decent,which meant barely showing the edge of her silky socks.
Taking another sharp turn,she sighed in relief,thinking she got rid of her follower - but when the (e/c) eyes met the lucious stained surface of the golden broded mirror,she saw the blonde running. This was a situation she never thought she would see him going through,though here he was,chasing her down as she ran away from him onto the large windy corridoirs of the forgotten Northen castle.
(Name) cried,her cry for help high pitched and so unlike her royal daily behaviour,but her life depended on this. Hearing the big steps aproach her form,she knew it wasn't long until he would catch up with her.
It was easier running in flats against the marble and wearing pants on such a tremendous weather,rather than heels and numerous dresses underneath.
Catching her breath a little,the (h/c) touched the edge of the wall,giving herself a little boost,but one side of her long dress fell to the marble floor,wiping the dust in the process. Scrunching her nose in disgust,the princess scooped her dress up once again,wind taking care of the pieces of unneeded dust which clinged onto the (h/c) material.
That boost didn't help her though as (Name)'s now horrified face watched developing under her eyes the long stairs. Letting go of her dress,she gulped once before descending the stairs rapidly,not how a girl like her was supposed to. Her mother thaught her princesses need to have a more floated walk,not to press onto the ground and that the air around her had to be out of the world,nothing out of the place.Now (Name) couldn't care less,as she advanced downwards,her frilly dress slightly touching the marble stairs,making it look from up as if she was some sort of fugitive angel which was sent to help people seek redemption,but also a sea creature,as the back of her dress ressembled so much foam lapping gently at the shore.
Before she could make a sole step,the (h/c) was caught by the wrist and yanked into a hard chest. She yelped in surprise at the action,planting her tiny fists into the male's chest,urging him to let her go. But the blonde's grasp only tightened,making her feel weak and lightheaded.
His pale hand pressed onto her upper back,colliding their lips into a furious,demanding kiss. But as she shyly responded at it,the blonde became gentle,his mouth brushing her delicately,as his hands shot up for her hair.
He dishellved the precious looking pin,letting her hair cascade onto her shoulders as he brought her closer to his body. Detaching his mouth from hers,both breaths heavy and coming in shorter rasps,(Name) pressed her palms agaist his broad muscles,trying to pry him off.
"We shouldn't be doing this anymore Lukas! Leave please!" the (h/c) demanded,taking a step back.
"I will leave only when you'll mean this! When it shall be your will! " the Norwegian answered,his monotone voice echoing in the large former ball hall.
"I mean it that way! I am disgusted by your touch and your kisses!" the female protested,wiping feverishly her red mouth with her sleeve in an almost obsessive manner to prove him so.
"Really? Is this everything you have to say?" Lukas cocked a light eyebrow at her,his navy blue irises brightened by the dim light.
Seeing her nod at his statement,(h/c) locks bouncing up and down in the process,the Norwegian stroded his way towards her. Catching her chin in between his index and big finger,he brought her head up,glassy (e/c) eyes meeting deep navy blue. (Name)'s lip trembled at the sight she loved so much - but she also knew she had to end it all! The relationship between them two,the night escapades made things even worse and guilt built up from the bottom of her stomach.
Lukas took her trembling lip in between his,placing a chaste kiss onto her mouth before parting.
"You will change your mind elsker,believe me! Your mor and far will come in their knees begging me to take your hand!" he emphasised,as he took her delicate hand into his,placing a kiss upon the back of her palm.
"Because our bound is too strong now,you silly lovable girl!" Lukas ended,his lips pressed onto both her temples,capturing her waist gently with his arms.
She felt feathery as a snowflake when he brought her up and the Norwegian couldn't help but feel blessed when he could see just her - not her idiot of a brother Matthias,neither her two aristocratic,fully mundane mother and father.
Truth to be told,Lukas despised the name Køhler and everything that it had connections to it,but he loved (Name) and he could change that.
Now,if only her father would allow that,because the blonde was more than sure his parents wouldn't say no to him.
Bending,Lukas took the silver pin in between his index and middle,inspecting it. It was medium sized,long enough to keep her soft locks up. At the very end,there was a splatter of ocean blue drops,ressembling tears.
Taking her hand,the Norwegian put the pin in her palm and left. They would meet again after all.
"Oh Lukas..." (Name) feel to her knees,tears tainting her beautiful orbs as she watched the blonde leave,until he no longer could be seen.