#NorIce

[risovakabanka]

I'm back, guys!!!

[lindonwald]

never talk to me or my pale ass brother ever again

[aphicelend]

Are you cold, Ice?

AHH finished this

💥💥*explodes*💥💥

[nsfhetalia]

Why is NorIce on your Nordic ships post? Isn’t that straight incest

Anon, are you asking if characters that are not humans, and do not share ADN (like as if they had the same mother or father or both)... if it is incest?

By my definition and common sense, it is not.

It isn't one of my ships, but I wouldn't go out of my way to shame anyone for it.

[kinkykountries]

denice is somehow so much funnier/hotter if denmark and norway are in an established relationship. one day denmark gets caught messing with iceland and they both think this is it but norway turns out to be an incest cuck freak so it's all good and they're a throuple now

[idontknowhowthisappworks]

can I ask for headcanons about norway and Icelands brotherhood? 🇳🇴🇮🇸💕

ofc! Sorry for the long wait but I do them in order they come and I had to do some art

When Norway gets drunk, Iceland likes to call him big brother and cuddle.

Iceland likes to talk to the fairies when Norway is away.

Iceland likes to steal Norways hair pin when he's asleep.

Every Saturday morning, Norway makes Iceland a huge stack of Norwegian waffles.

Iceland and Norway used to swim in the hot springs when Iceland was little.

Just imagine this. Norway tying little Iclands boots.

Iceland has a journel, and he calls Norway big brother in it.

Norway hates Mr. Puffin because Iceland spends more time with him.

Norway used to read Iceland Norwegian folktale before bed.

Little Iceland wore one of Norway's shirts.

[nicegaai]

ほぐおLog / 🎀 𝟙𝟙𝟚𝟛 ৩.

Shinわり

[mazutak0sh]

Ось й малюнки, як обіцяв. (◡‿◡✿) (там замазаны нежелательные штуки, которые к рисункам не относятся)

[norice-aph]

Norway/Iceland

"We love mountains"

AU! Norway is a mountain-skier and Iceland is a snowboarder

It's been this winter's first snowfall and I decided it's a right time to publish it

[ziashetalia]

APHろぐ Pixiv ID: 53748549 Member: 4283341 - ジュン

※Posted with the artist’s permission ~Please ask the artist first if you want to repost the artist's art~

[rukkilill]

I normally don't crosspost links when I write something that's just the fic equivalent of a sketch, buuuut this was on the wip list poll, so I figured, why not. :V

~340 words, NorIce, rating 0+; some quiet moody fluff. Enjoy!

[ohwaynorge]

Quiet Promise

Snow drifted softly against the frosted windows of Finland and Sweden’s home, a cozy cabin glowing with the warmth of Christmas cheer. Nations bustled around the room, chatting, sipping mulled wine, and exchanging gifts, laughter weaving through the festive air.

Iceland stood near the tree, clutching a glass of sparkling cider and watching from a distance as Norway and Denmark shared a lively conversation near the fireplace.

Denmark’s loud laugh echoed across the room, and Iceland winced, wishing he could tune it out. Norway, ever serene, tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into one of his rare smiles. It was a smile that Iceland had dreamed of being directed at him, but it wasn’t. It was for Denmark. It was always for Denmark.

Iceland adjusted the scarf around his neck, a gift Norway had given him last Christmas. He could still remember the softness in Norway’s voice when he handed it to him, a quiet reminder to stay warm. It had felt intimate, like a secret meant just for them.

But now, watching Norway lean slightly toward Denmark, Iceland felt foolish. Norway’s attention was elsewhere, and it was painfully obvious.

Finland’s cheerful voice brought Iceland back to the present. “Iceland! Have you opened your gift yet?” He gestured to a small box under the tree with Iceland’s name on it.

“No, not yet,” Iceland replied, his voice quiet but steady. He moved toward the tree, his steps slow as if reluctant to leave his vantage point. He wanted to look away from Norway and Denmark, but his gaze was drawn back like a magnet. Denmark was saying something animatedly, his hands gesturing wildly, and Norway—stoic, composed Norway—was laughing. Truly laughing.

It hurt.

Iceland unwrapped the box mechanically, his fingers shaking slightly. Inside was a small carved puffin, its details delicate and intricate.

Finland smiled brightly. “Sweden made it. Thought it’d be something you’d like.” Iceland nodded, forcing a smile in return. It was a thoughtful gift, but it didn’t ease the ache in his chest.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, setting the puffin on a nearby table. His eyes darted back to Norway, who was now leaning closer to Denmark. He whispered something in Denmark’s ear, and the taller nation grinned, slinging an arm around Norway’s shoulders. Iceland looked away, unable to bear it.

Time passed in a blur. Iceland floated through the party, exchanging polite conversation but never truly present. Eventually, the crowd thinned, and the fire burned lower. Denmark stood by the doorway, waving goodbye to a group of nations as they left. Iceland found himself alone with Norway by the fireplace, the room quieter now, the weight of unsaid words hanging between them.

“Are you leaving soon?” Norway asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern. His indigo eyes met Iceland’s lavender, and for a moment, it felt like the world slowed.

Iceland hesitated, his heart pounding. He wanted to say everything—that he loved Norway, that it tore him apart to see him with Denmark, that he wished he could be the one to make him smile like that. But he couldn’t. Instead, he looked down at his hands, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you… like him?”

Norway blinked, caught off guard. “Denmark?”

Iceland nodded, his chest tightening. Norway’s expression softened, and he looked away, staring into the dying embers of the fire.

“He’s… important to me,” Norway admitted. “But not in the way you’re thinking.”

Hope sparked faintly in Iceland’s chest. “Then… what way?”

Norway turned back to him, his gaze steady. “He’s my friend. Someone I trust. But if you’re asking whether I have feelings for him… no.” His voice was gentle, as if he’d sensed Iceland’s turmoil all along.

Iceland’s breath caught. “Oh.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft crackle of the fire. Norway stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “You mean something different to me. I’m just not always good at showing it.”

The words hung in the air, delicate and fragile. Iceland looked up, meeting Norway’s gaze. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes. It wasn’t a confession, not entirely, but it was enough. Enough to soothe the ache, enough to make Iceland believe that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t invisible to Norway after all.

As the clock struck midnight, Norway reached out, adjusting the scarf around Iceland’s neck, his fingers brushing lightly against his skin. “Stay warm,” he murmured, the same words he’d said a year ago, but this time, they carried a promise.

Iceland nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I will.”

Outside, the snow continued to fall, soft and steady, blanketing the world in quiet beauty. And for the first time that night, Iceland felt warm.

[aphicelend]

Salganse d tombler que a esta hora dibujo pendejadas

CW: NorIce y DenIce

No se dibujar besos 💃

[fireandspiceland]

Ok so I’m just thinking about trans mask Iceland being inscure on his body cause he hasn’t gotten any surgery and still has tits and he and norway and Denmark have a threesome and there just really sweet and basically worship his body and he almost cries cause he’s never felt so good about his body or felt so loved

Awww yes they would make him feel so comfortable and loved! Telling him that they adore him now and will adore him the same after he gets top surgery. They love ice for himself and whatever his body is they will love it as part of him. 🩵

[idontknowhowthisappworks]

This is adorable

[iamryna]

🍽️ for lunch #norice https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_4k0dOtYaVoVDsvp4bpZnZcx3YRrVldmOgjo0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=