#aph norway x reader

[lady0ctavia]

When They See Their S/O Crying (Nordics)

Headcanons for how I think the Hetalia characters would act if they walked in on their S/O crying.

Denmark: Mathias isn't going to waste a second. He'd hold you tight and shush your cries, pressing his face into your hair. "Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here, it's gonna be okay." Is what he'll whisper as he cradles your head against his chest. I can also see him pressing his forehead to yours, looking deep into your eyes when he asks what's wrong. If you cannot answer him, he'll be open to lying on the couch and cuddling until you get yourself together, allowing you to rest your head on his chest, just above his heart.

Sweden: While Berwald is socially awkward, I also see him as the kind of person who wants to quickly step in and solve a problem however he knows how. After taking a moment to assess your distress, he'll scoop you up in his arms and take a seat, holding you as you cling onto him, crying into his chest or shoulder. He'd rest his head on yours, resting his nose on your forehead. I can't see him talking too much, aside from the question, "What is going on?" This is another person who'd get you water to rehydrate with.

Norway: While not the most affectionate, this will change when he sees you crying. He'd place a hand on the side of your face and use his thumb to wipe your tears. He'd look you in the eye and ask what's wrong. If you cannot answer, he'll tell you to wait a second. A few moments later he's back with cocoa or coffee. After giving you the drink he'd sit with you on the couch, hand gently rubbing up and down your back as you lean into him, probably even giving you a side hug and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Finland: While usually quite affectionate, Tino's first instinct upon seeing you crying is to guide you to the couch and sit you down, asking intently about what's going on. If you cannot answer him, he'd be like Norway in that he'll give you your favorite hot drink to sip on as he holds you in his arms, allowing you to cry it out and eventually calm down. I also get the feeling he'd hum a low, soothing tune as you cry into his chest, patting your head and resting his nose in your hair.

[generational-atrophy]

hiii! i loved your "what they would look for in a partner" post so do u think u could do that with the nordic characters?? thank you<3

(Hetalia Nordics x Reader) What they look for in a partner!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N ty!! omg first nordics request! Be warned. I do not know these guys that in depth. So. theres that/. Also noirmally i wouldnt write minors but considering iceland is hundreds of years old and only physically 17 im making an exception

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Berwald is a man of few words, so he’d adore a S/O that can ramble on for hours and hours. It’s awkward when it’s quiet… and he’s not going to be the one breaking the silence.

Anyone who doesn’t find him intimidating would make him so happy! Even when he’s being arguably very scary… it’d break his heart to know his S/O was afraid of him.

If you value family as much as he does (which is a LOT,) he’d love that! He spends a lot of time with his family and would like to start one with you, so if you didn’t like family, that’d be a problem.

Weirdly enough, he prefers people that are more plain and average. At least on the outside. He’s quite bland himself (or at least, that’s how he sees himself) so he doesn’t want to have to match your energy.

Someone who’ll indulge him in his fixations. Who won’t ask too many questions when he goes on a week-long chair-making binge, barely coming out of his woodshop.

Tino is a surprisingly particular man when it comes to dedicating himself to a romantic partner. He’d want someone chill, not too talkative, but not too awkward. Someone whose soft and cuddly, but not afraid to stand up for themself.

He often misspeaks, so if his S/O was not forgiving and understanding of those kinds of things, that would make things difficult.

Like Sweden, family is very important to him! He visits with his own a lot, so he would love to do the same with his S/Os! If they have a difficult relationship with their family, he’ll understand, but it’ll still be hard for him to keep it out of his mind.

Someone who is positive! Constant sarcastic comments and debilitating remarks towards others just make him feel sad… 

He doesn’t like doing very exciting things often, so a partner who is very comfortable with nothing more than domesticity would be perfect! What else would you need besides a nice home and a cute garden to tend to with him?

Lukas… is not a skilled communicator. Whether he likes you or not is often unclear, and it’s difficult for him to think through what he’s going to say. So, all he needs is something that can put up with his anti-social behaviour, basically.

He often is at a loss for how to properly express his true feelings, so his S/O has to be comfortable with him randomly coming up to them and smothering them with physical affection. 

Someone who isn’t uncomfortable speaking up for the both of them. He’d adore an extroverted partner!

He prefers people that don’t require him to adjust himself too much… he has no aversion to changing for you, but he’d prefer a partner who isn’t… abject to his normal behaviour. He’s a thousand years old, you know? It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks…

Anyone who enjoys impulsive decisions. Be prepared to be unprepared when he wakes you up at 2 am to get pancakes and drive across the country to see his family. But don’t worry, his impulsive decisions are always the more fun ones.

Emil would love someone who's a lot like him! A little immature, a little hot-headed, sarcastic, and absolutely awkward. He’s a very specific type of person, and he’d like a partner to be that type as well.

Someone whose sensitive and emotional would work well with him too. He finds it cute, plus he can relate. You’re just a little better at actually expressing his emotions, rather than bottling them all up.

Speaking of which, he’d prefer someone who isn’t too afraid to speak their mind. Someone who refuses to talk things through, preferring to just be passive-aggressive and non-confrontational, would just stress him out.

Anyone whose unique! He finds himself quite plain, so he would love getting into your interests. You’re both young, why not do fun impulsive things? He wouldn’t have the courage to do it without you anyway…

Oh boy. Mathias is not particular in the slightest way when it comes to partners. He would date anything or anything that can consent. Basically, if they haven’t killed anyone and you aren’t a complete asshole, he’ll love them.

Despite that, he still has a few preferences. He’d find someone who’s awkward and needy just absolutely adorable. Like he is absolutely ecstatic to be a “they asked for no pickles” boyfriend.

But getting along with someone super sensitive would also… not be easy. He can accidentally be a bit brash in his humour, so he’d love someone who just laughs along instead of taking it personally. If they’re bothered by his loud, sometimes crude, behaviour, it’d just break his heart!

He’d prefer a partner that trusts his judgment… more than they probably should. He can get stubborn, so if they aren’t also too stuck in their ways, that’d be for the best. 

Most importantly, he’d prefer a S/O that loves his family just as much as he does! They’re gonna have to spend a lot of time around them, after all.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

hi atlas, i love ur texts !! <3 could u do some imagines for norway, denmark and lithuania falling asleep while the reader was reading them fairy tales? thank uuu, wishin u an amazing day <3

Thank you so much, you're so sweet, I hope your day is just as lovely as you are

Denmark, Lithuania, and Norway Falling Asleep To Their S/O's Reading To Them

Denmark • Matthias Køhler

When you picked up the book and started reading, you were sitting on the couch, Mathias' head resting on your thighs while his attention was on his phone

As you started reading, he didn't immediately notice, too focused on whatever group chat he was in, but at some point in your reading, it caught his attention and he started listening

He placed his phone on his chest and closed his eyes, just intending on listening for a little while, but quite quickly after he did so, he drifted off to sleep, lulled by your voice

Lithuania • Toris Laurinaitis

He loves the sound of your voice, finding it to be calming and deeply soothing, especially when he's struggling with sleeping, as he's prone to do

While he's embarrassed doing so, he'll actually ask you to read something cute while he tries to drift off, so you choosing fairytales is kind of perfect

He enjoys laying in bed next to you while you softly read the short stories, a small smile on his face

It makes him fall asleep better than anything else

Norway • Lukas Bondevik

He's an unabashed lover of fantasy, mythology, magic and the arcana, so he doesn't mind you reading fairytales aloud (this is probably not an uncommon occurrence and he'll occasionally make requests of stories from his country)

He normally doesn't fall asleep when you read them, however, since he had to sit through a particularly long World Conference meeting earlier in the day, he couldn't help it

With him leaning against you, he slowly fell asleep, relaxing to the sound of your voice

[wander-lustrous]

countdown.

mini-scenarios; how long it takes for each of them to act. ft. norway, greece, russia, spain, japan, prussia, france, netherlands, america, romano. not sfw! 2.2k words

cw: smut. afab reader. collars, teasing, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, implied gym s*x, implied shower s*x, lingerie, 69, cunnilingus

(10 seconds.)

Lukas likes to make you work for his attention. He’s a cool, aloof lover, the kind whose comments settle over you like the chill of winter. 

In contrast to his dry wit, he works at you like a sculptor, hands nimble and light. Reverent even. He’s unhurried, precise. 

But that’s exactly what makes you want to put on such a brazen display. 

He’s eyed you once or twice but his attention is primarily on the laptop before him. But the sound of fabric shifting piques his interest, and he looks up just in time to see your robe slipping off your shoulders and pooling around your ankles. His gaze roams appreciatively over the sight–your bare skin, goosebumps along your arms. 

He raises a thinly arched brow.

“You’re daring today,” he notes, his lips quirking upwards at one end. He closes his laptop, setting it aside before clasping his hands over his lap, crossing his legs at the ankle. He looks you up and down with no shame, appraising you. “What for?”

The question slips through the space between you as you approach him. Your thigh nudges between his legs, and you know he’s found his answer when his gaze trails up slowly, deliberately–from the apex of your legs, bare and glistening, upwards to the jut of your chest, landing on the leather collar around your neck.

By the way his breath catches slightly, his gaze fixated on it, you can tell he hadn’t noticed that. 

“Is this for me?” he asks, fingers skimming the collar like someone perusing fine china. You bite down on your lip and he hooks his finger under the material, dragging you forward. His lips claim yours with the clear intention that he would soon find out.

(And when it’s over, nothing is as damning as the angry red imprint of his hands on your ass. Or the similar red blooms specked across your neck and collarbone.)

(9 seconds.)

Heracles is an infamous lover, his exploits as legendary as his rich history. Yet if there is one thing you know intimately about him, it’s that he can be quite a lazy lover as well, enjoying the throes of sleep nearly as much as the conquest of bodies.

You had awoken in his bed, the hazy remnants of last night filtering through your mind like the rays of the morning sun peeking through his blinds. You found him nestled in his sheets, his brow unperturbed. The easy rise and fall of his chest reminded you of when it was much more labored just a few hours ago.

It seems only natural, you shifting to straddle him, your legs parting around his waist. The sheets slipping off your form. Chest-to-chest, you move in languid rocking motions, sighing softly as the friction it generates is enough to re-ignite the low flame within you. It takes a few seconds before the soft breaths warming the top of your head stutter, and his hand presses against your back.

“G’morning,” he says groggily, a hint of amusement in his languid smile. You don’t cease your movements, the hot column of flesh between the cheeks of your thighs responding to you. Heracles rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly once you reach between your bodies to touch him more substantively. 

He lets out a breathy moan however once you shift forwards and he’s nestled into your tight warmth once more.

The best way to wake up, in his experience.

(8 seconds.)

Ivan isn’t a brute. No matter how much he wants to take you (and he wants it so badly in fact; your legs wrapped around his an image seared into his mind, the sweet moans of his name pouring from your lips like music to his ears)... he is considerate. You’re smaller than him, you’re not sturdy, not hardened like one of his enemies; in fact, he’d say you’re quite the opposite—

But you certainly are testing the limits of his patience. Perched in his lap as you are, grinding your hips against his in a maddening tango. His grip tightens around your waist–a warning. His hand tightens around the phone pressed to ear, and you hear the way the plastic creaks, as if he’s about to break it. His responses to his boss are  monosyllabic, his thoughts entering around how you present yourself before him, much like a rabbit begging to be pounced on by a lynx—

He catches movement from the corner of his eye, and he watches, gaze sharp, as you reach for his hand gripping your side, yanking his glove off before throwing it onto the floor. Then slowly, deliberately, your gaze trained on him, you bring his hand up to your mouth. He watches as your lips wrap them around one thick finger, before sucking, and surely, even through his pants, you can feel the way his cock jumps at the action. 

“Sorry, boss,” Ivan says, his gaze darkening as he watches your tongue work over his digit. “But I will have to call you back.” He hangs up without waiting for so much as a response.

Ivan tosses his phone to the side, grasping your jaw with his free hand. Your mouth releases his finger, and in a flurry of movement, he’s pining both of your hands above your head in a firm grip.

“You want my fingers so bad, da?” He laughs, a dark, velvety sound. “I’ll give them to you, but don’t blame me if it's rough.”

(7 seconds.)

“Ay, gracias a dios, what did I even do to deserve you, amor?”

Antonio’s lips trail down your neck, littering kisses in conjunction with his honeyed praise. His hands roam your form, groaning once he feels your soft flesh barely contained by the scrappy fabric of your panties. Your giggle has antonio pulling back.

“What? Why are you laughing?” he asks, pulling back with a grin. He can’t help but chuckle himself.

“You’re just so easy, Toni.” You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in closer. 

“And you’re very tempting,” he quips, hooking his finger into the thin strap of your thong and pulling; watching, with delight, as he lets it go and it snaps against your skin. you jolt, and with a sharp intake of breath, Antonio takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto the top of your chest, sucking freshly bloomed roses onto your skin. 

“No more games though,” he groans once he lifts his head. He adjusts your position until your back is sinking into the bed, him looming above you. His hand reaches out to graze your cheek, brushing hair from your face, before trailing lower, skimming your hardened nipple through the thin lace, then even lower, his fingers circling the dampened fabric between your legs, stroking lightly. 

Antonio grins once more, pressing a kiss to your eyelid. His breath washes hot over your skin.

“I am so very hungry, mi corazón. I want to taste you.”

(6 seconds.)

No one gets close enough to Kiku to see how deep brown his eyes are. Dark enough to be black, with the richest shades of carob, those same eyes are trained upon you now, darkened with desire not often seen on the reserved man’s expressions.  

“What were you planning when you asked me to do this?” he says, his voice assured. Unwavering. His boldness also surprised you; in public, he was reticent, quiet. In private, he liked to take control. His thigh is between your legs, parting them, and you have to resist the urge to grind into it. Your hands are bound together with his belt, above you. 

“I’m not sure,” you admit. His gaze darts down to the way you wet your lips, the heave of your chest. He cocks his head to the side.

“I don’t believe you.”

Of course, he knows. He heard of the challenge from the internet, but he hardly expected you to try and trick him into it, pinning him against the wall with a cheeky grin. Still, he played along, spurred by his own interest in just how you’d react when the tables were turned. You didn’t have a moment to react before your world spun, and he had pinned you against the wall instead.  

His gaze rakes down your form, the same way a connoisseur would survey their goods before partaking in them.

He leans in. “Perhaps I’ll need to train you to be more honest,” he says, his breath hot against your neck. “Let’s start with this: where do you want it first?” 

(5 seconds.)

Gilbert didn’t realize that this could be an outcome. Sure he played rough as a youth, enjoyed the spar of bodies, and the smell of battle, but this?

This is the allure of the sweat trailing down your skin, your breathless laugh as you ask him if he’s done with his workout. He never considered this to be exciting—yet he likes it. It reminds him of how certain other activities can also work up quite a sweat. You ask him for a sip of his water, and Gilbert absentmindedly hands you his bottle. He’s thinking instead, about possibilities.

More specifically, whether or not the two of you could reasonably fit in one of the gym’s shower stalls for a quick tryst.

You’re dabbing the sweat off your neck with a towel, asking if he wants to grab a post-workout snack, when he acts. He rips the towel from your grasp, throwing it onto the floor.

“Hey!” you exclaim, only to yelp when he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you back into him. Your brow raises when something firm prods against your ass, and you meet his mischievous gaze in the mirror.

“Maus, I think we’ve got to hold off on that.” He grins at you, his arms wrapping tighter around you. You can’t miss the way he rolls his hips against your back. “After all, we’re about to start the second workout.”

(4 seconds.)

Francis has a taste for the finer things in life: fine wine, fine food, fine clothing. Beauty, the arts. He considers himself a man of exquisite taste, his eye for the best unparalleled.

Indeed, he thinks, watching you splayed before him, the silk robe caressing every dip and curve of you, he makes very good choices. He downs the last of his sauvignon, setting the glass onto the table.

“Mon chérie, let me get a closer look at you.” He gestures, and you do a twirl for him, your gait slightly off kilter, no doubt due to the few glasses you’ve had yourself. He chuckles, his hands reaching around to grasp you fully, to engulf you in his hold. His lips skim your collarbone, his other hand deftly undoing the tie to your robe, revealing you to him. 

“Magnifique. You must excuse my gall, but… I’d like to appreciate such a fine work of art.”

(3 seconds.)

Abel you’ve come to find, is not the patient type. He is when he needs to be, when it comes to negotiating trades or haggling, but he much prefers the blunt, take-what-you-can-when-you-want approach.

Including now.

“Stop moving your hips,” he grunts, large hands planted firmly on your ass. When you fail to listen, stubbornly continuing your rhythm, he grips one cheek fully and smacks, the sound reverberating in the room. You whine, and he takes the opportunity to eye your swollen mound.

After all, what else was he supposed to do when he came home to find you bent over the couch, the hem of one of his old shirts hitched high up your hips, showing the cute boxer shorts you had on? He may be a man of great restraint, but he is greedy, above all.

He thrusts into your mouth suddenly, a sharp motion, and you gag, pulling off of him. As you cough, Abel makes an annoyed sound, his cock twitching from the lack of stimulation. 

After all, Abel thinks, his tongue delving into you once more, his fingers furiously plunging into your depths (Efficiency, putting you over the edge as quick as possible.) 

Why be patient when he can be fervid?

(2 seconds.)

The bathroom door slams open, and Alfred stands there, disheveled and panting.

“Dude! You said we could shower together….” His voice dies down once he realizes that you are in fact, very naked. “Oh.”

“You were asleep. I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Well, you should have!” he says, closing the door behind him. Before you can blink, he’s slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He sets his glasses down on the counter before moving to wrap his arms around you, cupping your chest in one hand as he looks at you fondly. He grins.

“You know we totally need to save on that water bill, right?”

(1 second.)

Lovino is not one to be outdone.  

“What? You mean you didn’t—”

Shame sets in, darkening his features. Breathless, you pat his chest. “It’s okay, Lovi. I’m fine.”

“No,” he says firmly. “It’s not fine.” Despite being spent, despite having given it his all the past few minutes, he finds a surge of energy and flips the two of you over. He trails down your body until he’s a breath away from where you need him the most.

“Perdonami, ragazza. How selfish of me. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to move after this,” he says before his lips seal over you.

[milaisreading]

Hetalia AU:

Finland: Where were you yesterday?

Iceland: Yeah, it was unusual to not see you around.

Yn: Ah... My boss said to make more friends. To not be just around the same people all the time

Denmark: Well, your boss can suck my d-

Norway starts chocking him while Finland tries to calm them down.

Sweden: And who did you meet up?

Yn: My boss arranged a meeting with Hungary and Taiwan.

Norway after Finland separated him from Denmark: Sounds nice. And, how were they to hang out with?

Yn, remembering all the yaoi art of other countries Hungary and Taiwan showed her: It... It was nice... Uhm... I think I have enough of making friends for this decade.

The rest of the Nordics wonder for the rest of the day what happened, while Yn plays with Hana and Ladonia.

[yawujin]

all nordics x very very musical s/o? like plays a lot of instruments (piano (my req, but do more if you want)), always playing, etc, etc? :))

this is cute...thanks for the req 🎹🤍

request | nordics x their pianist

S/O

type | romantic , fluff , ship dynamic , established relationship , gender neutral

denmark/matthias køhler ♡

"can you play this song for me?" *shows them the notes for rush E* denmark wtf

always has front row tickets to his love's recitals

likes listening to them play, but begins to nod off when they start playing a slow song

would buy them a notebook so they can write down notes for songs, if they're into songwriting as well.

"my partner is a pianist! isn't that cool!?" he'll go on to tell people each time they ask about his S/O

norway/lukas bondevik ♡

"i think it's nice that you can play" is his own little way of saying that his S/O is great at playing

likes to sit down and watch them play almost every morning, it's inspiring to him in a way

he likes that he can have background music in the house whilst he gets his work done

brings them their favorite drink after a recital as a way of saying "good job"

sweden/björn oxenstierna ♡

very impressed with their skill, even if he doesn't show it often

carefully dusts their piano when they're not sitting at it

"ev'r think about playing in front of a crowd?"

(he just really thinks that more people need to know how well they play)

(plus, he's really proud of them)

iceland/emil steilsson ♡

ever since he started dating them, he was bingewatching piano playing videos (he def watches the ones where they play anime openings)

"the noise will be good for my puffin"

S/O tries to get him to play...when he finally does...hey, actually he's not so bad at it

they usually spend quality time on the piano, playing it together

(maybe S/O can teach him a song?) (winkk)

finland/timo väinämöinen ♡

claps enthusiastically everytime they finish playing a song, whether it be at a recital, or at home

gives them a hug and tells them how great they're about to do if they get nervous before a recital/concert

loves to listen to their piano covers of his favorite songs

asks them if he can record them playing to send to his groupchat and show off his love's talent to his friends

[headingalaxys-spicy]

hello 👋 i really love your writing 😖 i was wondering if you could write yandere alphas nordic's x darling omega who has a very high libido? 😏 thank you ❤😄

Well this is one way to start the week enjoy anon :)

Warning! This is a spicy post, so turn away now if this isn't for you!

Denmark 🇩🇰 

Finally, there is someone who can keep up with him in the bedroom. Also, destroy him. 

In order to slow you down, he does have you take a shot of Akvavit (snaps) every hour or half hour (more depending on how rough you are riding him or sucking his soul out). This, however, does backfire often because you’ll be all fired up again & you’ll want to peg him, but considering he’s bossy, he will ‘guide’ you on how to do it properly. 

Denmark even approached Japan with: “Hey! I need help making a machine that can slow Y/N in bed?” 

The dude has even tried to design a piece of furniture that can hold you in place so he doesn’t have to be bottom all the time, but he also hopes your libido would give out due to you having to contort your body so much. 

He hates admitting that he needs a break from you. The fastest he’s ever recovered was 23 hours. The longest was 4 m

When he’s not as patient, he has cuffs on the wall, tables, or bathroom counters where he’ll keep you there so he can rail you without getting injured by you thrusting back or squeezing him for all he’s got. He loves that you can beat him in bed; just intimidated is all. 

Finland 🇫🇮 

He needs some time to adjust to your abundance of energy. As you pound into him ruthlessly, Tino just grins, bears it, and moans. 

What the heck else can he do? He praises you a lot as well. 

“Y/N you’re doing great ah! But maybe can you slow down?!” He’s silently praying to god you’re going to get tired. 

Tino will want to do a lot of foreplay to start to satisfy some tension & just maybe make you not as rough and needy. (He does have a lot of costumes + props) 

On occasion, he does like to tell bad jokes that will kill the mood if you’ve milked him for all he’s got seed-wise. Or if he’s feeling up to the challenge, he’ll take meds that will help him last longer so he can attempt to keep up with you. 

Tends to like doing it in or near a sauna since it reduces your libido a little & relaxes you. Tino is able to keep his sweaty palm on your waist so that you won’t ride him like he’s a dead horse. (Also just makes getting to the aftercare a smoother transition) 

Iceland 🇮🇸 

Uhhhh like isn’t he a teenager still (he’s an adult I think????) ? Also don’t come for me but I also don’t know his human name I haven’t been able to find one on the hetalia Wikis so like yeah . 

Mans just throws a pillow at you and fucking dips. 

I'm not comfortable writing spicy stuff for him. 

Norway 🇳🇴 

Lukas can take your energy like a stoic in the eye of a storm. He can also appreciate the fact that, being a person with the gift of magical abilities, he has his own unique ways of subduing you. He utilizes his ties with his far friends to assist him in taking away some of your sexual energy and giving it to him so he can keep up. 

Lukas has toyed with different potions to slow your libido down. Some had no effect. Others made his nights with you longer and ran him absolutely rugged. He’d be out of commission for a few weeks at times. The fastest he’s able to recover is 2-3 days at the fastest but nothing sooner than that. 

Lukas thinks it a fun challenge to rail you & he likes to mysteriously whisper in your ear: 

“You’re quite the challenge, Y/N, I like that.” 

He tends to prefer you bouncing up and down on him so he can gauge how much longer he has to last while you're riding him, as your latest wave of thrusting can be particularly harsh. He may not say much else to you but grunt in pleasure and moan. He also likes to bite down on his lips and keep it to a minimum when he’s failing to keep up with you and edging towards passing out. 

Sweden

From no words at all to talking all night long like he was at a never-ending ball, you are a type of blessing he didn’t know he needed. 

The fact that you’ll slam him to the floor, the table, cabinets, bookcases, telephone booths, you name it; this tall 5’11 (182 cm) tall man is at your mercy and enjoys it. 

Berwald practically sings your praises as if he trained himself all his life to be a tenor for the Royal Swedish Opera. “Oh yes! Y/N! Y/N! Please don’t stop!” Will be among his symphony for the night. He does communicate with you when you’re hurting his junk, being too rough, or thrusting too quickly.

The two of you do argue or pull sticks over who's going to be at the bottom for that session. 

Like Denmark, he does like to have specialized furniture that he can use to wear you out & your high-ass libido. 

He can recover the quickest from having sex with you give him 12 hours and a cup of coffee, and he’s all good to go again. Only once did you manage to keep him out of commission for 4 months. 

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was hoping if you would be willing to do the 2p Nordics with a very short s/o? NSFW if possible!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this :D fair warning tho I'm tall so I naturally don't have a lot of experience with being short ^^;;;

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

He likes it a little too much in the wrong way (cough pervert cough)

He thinks that you being tinier than him is cute, and he will make you wear cute stuff and then fuck you in it, the size difference turns him on

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

He's already short enough as it is and he hates it, thinks it makes him look weak. That also applies to a possible SO, you would ideally be tall and lean so you can defend yourself and fight of course

He likes it in the bedroom kinda, he prefers having power over you, but that's about it, he'd still fuck you regardless of height, he just finds taller people to be better mates

2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson

Also prefers an SO who is shorter than him, so you're in luck, because he definitely enjoys the power trip of having a shorter SO both inside and outside the bedroom

It also makes it much easier to kidnap you and tie you to the bed until you agree to be his. His communication skills are shit, blame Loki for that one. Actually none of them really taught him any of that

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen

He doesn't have a preference for height other than it being close to his own. You can be as short as you like and he'll still kidnap you, force a love potion on you and then treat you like his most precious play thing

A short SO definitely also gets the short end of the stick, as he overpowers them more easily that way, size matters in this case

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

His preferences lean towards a shorter SO but it's not really as outspoken as some of the others preferences. Mostly he likes picking up a short SO and swinging you around like in a dance and also because it's easier to move you around during sex if you're small

His yandere tendencies also have him leaning towards shorter people, they are easier to control physically. It's gonna be fun that day a short person absolutely wrecks him because he thinks them a weakling

[merbear25]

Heehee, I'm sending you another immortal reader request, could you do it with 3 of the Nordics (your choice for which ones). Reading the immortal reader x hetalia is really tickling my brain! -🪽

Hello, lovely 🪽 anon! Glad to see you again :) I'm glad I'm helping tickle your brain. We all need that sometimes tbh. I tried so hard not to use elves in these because hot damn they're everywhere in Norse mythology. I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

a/n: I read a few slightly conflicting stories on the physical appearance of a Keiju (one being tiny, the other being a slightly smaller human) so please forgive me if it's a bit off.

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

CW: fluff, headcanons, slight angst in Denmark's, these creatures are typically depicted as women in folklore but no pronouns are used for reader.

Meeting an immortal (Norway, Denmark, Finland)

Norway: Huldra Reader

Wandering the forests, you found a lot of solitude amongst the trees. With so many settlements popping up on the outskirts, your curiosity was piqued.

Observing the new people, you caught glimpses of a light-haired man who looked to be rather young in comparison to the others. It seemed they were organizing the layout of the soon to be village. Watching from afar, you thought of ways to work your magic on your unsuspecting prey.

He was scouting the area for good places to fish when you stealthily stalked him behind the trees. The lack of fortune he had fishing was beginning to wear on his patience. Coming out from behind the trees, he responded to you like all the others had��awe-struck.

His silence was telling, indicating that your charm was working. Eyeing his expression intently, you revealed your tail. Though glancing at it, he appeared unphased. Instead of being repulsed like the others, he surprised you; pointing out that your skirt was hiked up and you may catch a cold. A bit taken aback by his gentlemanly concern, you stepped a bit closer, taking more notice of where he was fishing.

“You may want to try fishing at that end over there.” You pointed at a spot at the opposite end of the lake. Giving you a blank stare, he nodded and thanked you for your advice. Every day he returned to that area, looking for something, fishing, or just enjoying the peaceful nature. You couldn’t help gaining interest in him. He seemed so much unlike the others, and naturally, you wanted to learn more about him.

You began exchanging pleasantries which eventually led to forming a friendship. He had so much knowledge of the world beyond yours, and you offered the same. His knowledge of your world and the creatures in it surprised you, but you felt even more intrigued. Who exactly was he?

Among one of your many meetings, you finally asked him why he didn’t age like the others. Informing you about the duties and existence of personifications, you felt a sense of relief blanket you.

Knowing he wasn’t going anywhere for a very long time brought you comfort. It brought the same to him, as well. Even though you would live for hundreds of years and him possibly outliving you, you were happy to know your dear friend would be around for many years. You got the feeling he was glad too.

Denmark: Mermaid Reader

The summer sun felt nice on your face. You were relaxing in your favorite cove away from the growing hustle and bustle of the towns lining the coast.

Every now and then, a straggler would appear—typically a man either exploring the area or rowing along the calm waters admiring the natural beauty of the cliff side. Sometimes you’d practice your singing on them. Most of the time you did so out of boredom or to get them out of your hair when they became a bit too interested.

On your way to your favored spot one day, you spotted a man walking along the beach. He was wearing a carefree smile as he soaked in that day’s rays, leisurely strolling down the unpaved path. Trying not to get too close in fear of him spotting you, you lurked behind, watching him.

You decided to take cover behind a rock, patiently waiting for him to do something. He appeared unremarkable, boring and a bit ditsy even. “Hey, there!” You jumped out of your skin at the overly familiar, flirtatious call coming from behind you. These men snatched the attention of the man you were observing, as well.

He came running, shouting at them to leave you alone. Feeling cornered, you thrashed about in the water, calling attention to your scaly form. Unfortunately, this only caused your distasteful suitors’ desire for you to increase—scheming to auction you off, no doubt. Just as one of the men threw a net over you, a large rock was hurled at his face, making full contact and knocking him back.

Focusing on trying to get out of the net, the sounds of the other men’s yelps of pain and eventual retreat were already fading off in the distance when you heard someone splashing in the shallow waters towards you. Panicking, you warned them to stay back.

“Let me help you!” His caring tone soothed you enough to stop thrashing. He untangled the net from around you, immediately in awe at what he was seeing—a mermaid. His face lit up with a type of childlike wonder, wanting so badly to talk to you, to get to know you. Despite being shy, especially around humans, you humored him. After all, he just saved your life.

With nearly daily conversations, you learned all about his experience as a personification: the good and the bad. When he mentioned how hard it was to get close to anyone who wasn’t also a country, you felt a twinge of sympathy. Even though you weren’t immortal, you’d be around for hundreds of years. You offered to stay with him for as long as this world would have you, which earned you the most sincere smile of gratitude you ever received.

Finland: Keiju Reader

As the mist kissed your skin, you wandered happily amongst the flowers blooming in the meadow. You adored taking the time to care for them, smelling their sweet petals.

Such serenity was becoming more and more difficult to come by in the modern world. The reality of it made a tightness in your chest appear, hoping that the inevitable would have been further in the future.

Unfortunately, you felt forced to frequent that meadow less and less, seeing as many humans were venturing out of towns and cities to explore more of nature. Generally speaking, you didn’t mind humans. However, you could feel a part of you die when you saw one of them disrespecting this lovely world.

Being painfully shy, you regrettably slinked away when an opportunity to confront them presented itself. Eventually, you retreated into the deep forest, finding peace next to a pond. You dipped your feet in it, your wings fluttering in response to the sensation of the cool water.

Closing your eyes for a moment to soak in the peaceful moment, you were jolted awake by a small tongue licking your arm. Letting out a startled shriek, the surprising greeting had come from a small dog. “Oh, hello there. Are you all alone?”  Your tone was soft, helping the dog regain its confidence after the sudden yelp you made.

“Don’t bother the nice lady, Hanatamago!” As the man came closer, it was apparent that he noticed you were no ordinary woman. Stood there with his eyes wide, he quickly apologized if his dog was bothering you and reassured you that he was very friendly.

You responded politely, saying you didn’t mind since you didn’t have the chance to see many dogs. Commenting on how much of a sweetheart his pet was, he used that as a segue of continuing the conversation. In spite of your bashfulness, there was something calming about him. You were starting to enjoy your conversation, even hoping it wouldn’t end. Learning more about each other, you shared stories and opened up to each other.

Learning about the other’s identity, taking the time to understand each other: you couldn’t have asked for a better first impression. You were comforted by the fact that he wouldn’t age. Even though you would, you’d be around for many more centuries; he was more than willing to let you know how glad he was that he’d have plenty of time to spend with you.

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Could you do general dating headcannons for Russia or Norway? They’re both so precious. No pressure to do them though, love your stories btw

a/n: If you're interested, I do have some Russia dating headcanons here. So, I decided to write some for Norway instead! ;)

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Dating Headcanons for Norway

From an outside perspective, Lukas has a rather pensive and indifferent countenance.

This, in and of itself, can feel a rather extreme barrier to many. However, if that barrier is meticulously removed, the person underneath is certainly worth discovering.

Getting to know Lukas is a bit of a dance, but once a connection is made, you’ll find yourself enveloped in his world.

Really, this is a foundational part of dating Lukas—getting to know his inner world, and him making the intentional decision to involve you in it.

You get a front-row seat to see how well-versed Lukas is at arcane practices, with him eager to show you how to conduct said practices as you’re comfortable with.

You learn about spells, strange creatures, and folklore so removed from your life that all the ins and outs are hard to keep up with.

Languages, phrases, runes, and glyphs—he’ll have you delightfully spiraling into a life of sorcery and enchantment. Lukas’ curiosity-fueled sense of adventure is endless, so if you choose to indulge him in this area, who knows where you’ll end up next?

Amidst it all, Lukas is wonderfully authentic, and encourages you to discover individual parts of yourself that seemed to be bubbling just under the surface—just waiting to see the light of day.

Lukas has a spark of wit, and you can never help but to encourage the glint of mischief that’s always sitting just beyond his eyes.

Expect serene, peaceful nights at home. No overwhelming expectations or the weight of the world—just you, Lukas, and your shared company.

He’s always at the ready to pull you close and wrap a warm, comforting blanket around the both of you.

At that point, you might put on a movie, play a game, or maybe just sit there huddled together, talking about anything and everything until 3 o’ clock in the morning.

You love the latter nights in particular.

Most likely, Lukas won’t be able to introduce you to his family in the way he wanted. Rather, there will be an obnoxiously loud knock on his front door. Neither of you expected company.

This person was nice enough to knock, but not patient enough to wait on Lukas to open the door—Matthias just helps himself and walks right in.

You look surprised, Lukas looks annoyed, and Matthias has the biggest grin on his face seeing a girl over at Lukas’ house of all places!

Matthias asks a million questions, and Lukas humors with no answers as he’s quickly shoved out the door.

Lukas is embarrassed and you reassure him everything is really okay.

It takes a bit of time after ‘the incident’, but you convince Lukas you really would love to meet his family, and when you do, you fit in perfectly.

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Lukas and Snow

You'd woken up earlier than expected and couldn't go back to sleep.

Instead of tossing and turning and accidentally waking Lukas up, you decide to head out of the room. You wrap yourself in warm sweaters, fuzzy socks and settle yourself in the balcony to enjoy watching the snowfall.

When Lukas wakes up, he's surprised to not find you in bed. He wraps his blanket tight around himself and heads out to look for you.

He finds you in the balcony and settles himself in the chair next to yours.

You blow him a kiss.

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia PDA Headcanons (Nordics)

(Minus Iceland. See the pinned post for the reason why).

Headcanons about how the Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

Denmark: Mathias is sort of a combo between Alfred and Gilbert when it comes to PDA. Meaning that he's pretty open about it, even to the point of wanting to shout to the whole world that he loves you. The main difference is that he may try to check and see if you're comfortable with that. He's the guy that's gonna be giving you all the bear hugs in the world, and he's a hand-holder. I can see him walking alongside you, hand in hand, swinging back and forth. He'd also hold both of your hands and give you little kisses on the forehead, or even just gently place a hand on the side of your face as he gives you a quick kiss. He also likes to pick you up and sit you down in his lap, but only if you're comfortable with it.

Sweden: Deep down, Berwald's a total sweetheart. We all know this. But PDA is just not something he's a fan of. He doesn't hate it, but it's typically out of his comfort zone. And even when he does engage in PDA, he can be a little clumsy about it. When out on the town, expect him to have a hand lightly resting on your waist or back, often switching between the two places as he doesn't know entirely what to do. Also, because he's so dang tall, head pats. All of the head pats. And if the two of you are sitting down somewhere, he's fine with you resting on his shoulder. He'll remain deadpan, but there's a noticeable blush on his face whenever you need to use him as a pillow.

Norway: Like Berwald, Lukas isn't one for PDA either, with the biggest difference being that Lukas is much more comfortable with just holding hands and nothing else. He doesn't feel the need to do any big, grand gestures to show the world he loves and cares about you. He trusts that you already know how he feels, and he doesn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone else. But son of a gun, this guy gets lowkey kinda smug when you fall asleep and rest your head on his shoulder. He enjoys seeing how comfortable you are with him, simply happy with the fact you have such a high level of trust in him. For Lukas, this is more than enough.

Finland: Tino is just an exceptionally affectionate person. He won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, of course. But if you let him, he'll happily hold your hand walking down the street, interlocking your fingers as he keeps you close to his side. He's also absolutely in love with the idea of lying down on a picnic blanket and cuddling in the park. He'd like to give you little kisses throughout the day, regardless of who's watching. He's also the kind of guy to want to play with your hair. Simply put, Tino is all about the cutesy kind of PDA, nothing suggestive here.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐮𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Nordic 5 X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Returning home from a regular day at school, MC spends the evening bonding with her precious family.

Word Count: 3,130

"I'm home!" You shouted as you arrive back from school. Weird, Matthias usually hugs me to death when I arrive. "[Name]!!!" The Dane's voice rang inside the large house. Your body freezes as you stood there without any movements. You regret shouting about your arrival, but you needed to because your older brothers would know that you're home. Suddenly, Matthias came running to you and then tackled you to a hug. "Ack!" You spluttered out as you accidentally throw your bag away. "Oh [Name], I miss you so much" Matthias cooed as he rubbed his face on your back, you closed your eyes as your body came into contact with the cold floor. Ouch!

Then, you sensed the murderous aura of your older brother, Lukas. He appeared behind the two of you then you sweat-dropped. Uh oh... Lukas didn't hesitate to pull the Dane's tie tightly, pulling him off you as he chokes. You stood up then dusted your uniform and grab your bag. "C-can-'t b-b-b-br-brea-the N-N-N-Norge!!"  Matthias choke out, but the Norwegian didn't stop. "A note for you. Don't you dare touch either [Name] or Cathrine. Ever" He said as he released his tie. "I... understand..." The Dane panted.

Cathrine, she was your younger sister. The two of you were being adopted by the Nordics, but you were in the household before she is. You found her wandering around town when you went out to buy food, then you decided to adopt her too. She is 13 years old while you're 17, you had the same age as the youngest Nordic in the family, Emil. Even though the two of you had the same age, the two of you weren't close because you always tease him like what Lukas and others would do. But he is close to Cathrine, and you sometimes spotted him blushing because of her. Cathrine is innocent and very smart for a child. Yes, all in the Nordic household cared for the youngest in the family, and all of you call her a child even though she denies it. She is excellent at violin and piano while you're excellent at [favorite instrument]. She had black long hair and was always tied into twin tails, her bangs is long and covered the right side of her face, as well as two short hair on either side of her head.

"Okaeri, Onee-sama" Cathrine greeted you as she appeared out of nowhere. "Gah! Oh... Cathrine, please don't scare me like that" You gasped as you heard your younger sister's voice. Well, she is not Japanese, she's just excellent at foreign languages. And yeah, she knows how to use magic, the Norwegian taught her so. While you're not, you don't have time to practice magic. "Jeg beklager..." She muttered sadly. "Ei se mitään" You smiled. "I'm going to prepare your favorite snacks" She smiled and then skipped off. "Well, the two of them are cute together that I wanted to squish them to death," Matthias said, you turned to him exactly when Lukas started to choke him again. He never learns...

You went to your room upstairs and then changed your clothes. You wore a [favorite color]-colored T-shirt and black denim. You tied your hair into [favorite hairstyle] and then exited the room. Once you went down, you were welcomed by the scent of your favorite snack. The plate was sitting on the table with your favorite snack on, besides that was a cup of earl grey tea. You sat on the chair and then started to munch on your snack. Wait a sec! I haven't noticed either Lukas or Matthias when I went down. Where could they be? 

"Hi [Name]" Emil greeted with his usual bored tone as he went inside the dining room to grab some licorice hidden under the tablecloth. "Why do you put it there? It is a very obvious place to hide your licorice" You asked as you watched him. "Shut up. I don't hide my licorice here, Cathrine needed some help in searching for her missing licorice" Emil said as he grabbed the candy from under the tablecloth. "Why? What happened?" You asked as you took a bite of your snack. "Cathrine was practicing magic but accidentally made the licorice disappear. Lukas said that the magic would make one object disappear and reappear at some place" Emil explained as he headed back to the living room. "Oh, okay. By the way, it was big brother" You said as you drank your tea. "Shut up! I would never call him that!" Emil shouted.

After you finished with your snack, you placed the dishes in the sink and washed them. After that, you wiped your hands using a towel then went upstairs to do your homework. You opened the door of your room then entered inside and locked it. You got your Home Economics notebook from your bag and opened the page. "Hm... Let's see... What are the procedures to make a wooden cabinet?" You said as you played with your pen. Darn! I forgot my book at school! It's inside the locker! Wait! There isn't any answer to the question here, damn!

"Argh!" You groaned as you tugged your hair in frustration. Then you saw your other older brother, Berwald, making some furniture outside the house. Maybe Berwald can help me with this. You got your things and headed downstairs and outside. You saw the Swede busy hammering some nails. He saw you and you stood straight. "What do you need, [Name]?" He asked as he stopped what he was doing. "I... Um... Well... I need your help with my homework" You said nervously as you looked away.

"Is it about furniture?" He asked, you nodded. He motioned you to sit on one chair he had outside, and you obeyed as he sat too. "What is it about?" He asked you. "Well... It was all about how to make a cabinet. You know that I don't know much about furniture" You told him, and he nodded. After that, you told him about your other homework and he would answer it for you. After that, you thanked him as you entered the house and he continue with his work.

You went back to your room as you returned your things to your bag, and headed downstairs afterward. You saw your Finnish brother, Tino, cooking food cause it is nearly evening. "Hi Tino, may I help you with something?" You asked him. "Oh hi there [Name], of course, you may. Please chop these vegetables" He told you as he chopped the meat. "Okay!" You smiled as you chopped the vegetables.

"Jeg hader dig!" Cathrine's voice echoed inside the house, Tino and you stopped what you were doing and took a peek upstairs. There you saw Matthias face-planted on the floor as the bathroom door was opened. That stupid Dane, he opened the door of the bathroom again with Cathrine inside, poor Cathrine. "Oh my gosh! I need to help Cathrine!" Tino said as he went to Cathrine inside the bathroom.

You went upstairs then saw Matthias still on the floor, you ignored him and then went inside the bathroom. Tino was washing Cathrine's hair while her body was covered in a towel as she sat on the chair in the bathroom. "What happened here, Cathrine?" You asked her, her face seems to turn red as you looked at her. "Det är inget" She muttered.

"Come on Cathrine, you should tell us," Tino told her, she sighed. "Well... After my magic practice with storebror Lukas, the potions inside were scattered and my whole body was covered in potions. Storebror told me to clean myself and he would clean the room. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, after that, when I was about to open the door, dumme bror Matthias broke the door as he opened it and hurriedly went inside. He stumbled on me as my towel was removed. I kicked him out of the bathroom, that's what happened" Cathrine told you as her face turned bright red.

The two of you went poker-faced after Cathrine's explanation, Tino finished drying Cathrine's hair as he stood up. "Don't worry about it sweetie, it will never, ever happen again" Tino told her as he smiled, she smiled too. "Kiitos, isoveli" She thanked him. After that, you and Tino exited the bathroom and you guarded Cathrine outside, since the door lock was broken, Matthias might enter inside again. Matthias stood up on his feet as he complained about how his face hurt, you sighed. "Please don't open the door of the bathroom whenever there was a person inside, especially Cathrine" Tino grabbed his collar as he said, giving emphasis on Cathrine. He smiled an evil smile as Matthias gulped. "Good, now I will return to my cooking"

"That was harsh..." Matthias scratched his head as he looked down the stairs, you sighed. "It was your fault, after all. Who said that you should enter the bathroom without knocking first or checking if there is a person inside, you even broke the lock" You told him as you crossed your arms. "Sorry about it [Name], but I thought that it was my room. I was in a hurry so I didn't even check if it was really my room or not" He told you. "What did you do?" You asked him as your eyebrow raised. "Well... I just visited Norge in his magic room, but then I drank one of his potions and had the urge to do something in my room" He explained as he looked at you. 

You sighed then the door of the bathroom opened, revealing a young girl in a light orange sundress. "I'm finished..." Cathrine muttered as she tugged her dress down. You step away from the door and next to Matthias. "Sorry about earlier Lyse, it was an accident" Matthias apologized to her as they looked at each other. "I will only forgive you if you promised not to do that again" Cathrine set a condition as she crossed her arms,  Matthias grinned widely as he nodded. "And you need to do what I order for a year" She added, the Dane almost drop his jaw. "What?" He asked in disbelief. "I will only forgive you if you adhere to my rules, take it or leave it, because I will let storebror know about this, and you know what he will do to you" Cathrine glared at him as she placed her hand on her hips, Matthias gulped. "Fine... I'll do it" He let his arms hang down.

You grabbed Cathrine's hands then the two of you headed downstairs, leaving the Dane behind. He catch up with the two of you as you headed inside the kitchen. You helped Tino set the table as Cathrine was sitting on the couch in the living room with Matthias. After a while, Emil and Lukas came down and then headed inside the dining room. They took a seat next to each other. Berwald also entered inside and took a seat next to Emil. You took a seat next to Lukas and Tino next to Berwald. The last one to enter is Cathrine and Matthias, the Dane sat next to you, and Cathrine next to Tino.

All of you had dinner in a little chitchat. "Say Lukas, when will the next contest be held?" You asked the Norwegian who just focus on eating his dinner. "In a week, maybe on Thursday" He replied as he looked at you. You sighed then continue eating your meal. "Stóri bróðir, can I have licorice after this?" You heard Cathrine ask the Icelander. You looked at him as he looked at Cathrine, his face turning bright pink. "Sure thing, litla systir" He replied as he smiled, you smirked. "Oh well, if only someone could call his brother, big brother. Maybe the youngest will like him more" You said loudly to yourself while looking down at your food, you notice Emil flinched.

"Shut up!" He quietly said as he looked down at his food. The others stopped talking and looked at him, his face turned redder. "Stóri bróðir? Are you okay?" Cathrine asked politely as she tilted her head cutely to the side, you can't help yourself to squeal inside. "Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me" Emil replied as he hang his head even lower. The Swede, Fin, Norwegian, and the Dane noticed this. Tino just smiled, Matthias grinned while Berwald and Lukas just stared at the Icelander, although Lukas smiled slightly, only visible to Cathrine.

"Storebror, you smiled" Cathrine muttered as you heard her. "S...miled?" You asked yourself in shock. "It looks like Emil is blushing madly!" Matthias said loudly as he laughed. "Shut up, you're ruining it," Lukas said as he grabbed Matthias' tie behind you, he choked, yet again. You just sighed but smirked when you observed Emil's behavior. After dinner, you helped Tino clean the place. Cathrine went to the bathroom to bathe early.

After cleaning, you decided to change your clothes into pajamas, but you didn't sleep because you will be having a movie with the Nordics. You wore a [f/c] t-shirt with matching pajamas, and you untied your hair and brushed it. You placed the brush on your bed and then exited the room, you saw Cathrine exited her room then the two of you went downstairs. She wore her favorite Norway flag t-shirt and orange pajamas.

Tino was setting the television as the two of you sat on the couch. Cathrine went to Emil and grabbed some licorice which the Icelander doesn't care about her taking some of his candy and she went back to your side. "Want some, onee-sama?" She asked and extended her hand with some licorice in it. You took one and thanked her, you don't like sweets that much. After a while, Matthias came down wearing his plain white t-shirt and white pajamas.

"What's the movie for today?" He asked and sat next to Cathrine, she gave one licorice to the Dane and he thanked her. "I guess it was horror" Emil replied while chewing on his licorice. "Horror, huh?" Matthias muttered, after a while, he grinned widely. "Hey [Name]" He called you and tapped your back. "What?" You dead-panned. "I heard that you are afraid of horror movies," He said, you glared at him. "No, I'm not" You replied. "Oh? Really? Cathrine told me that one time, when you were with Alfred and Gilbert, the three of you watched a horror movie and you kept screaming from the beginning until the end of the movie" He grinned.

You blushed slightly at this then looked at Cathrine, she sweat-dropped. "Oh, look! Storebror already came down" She stated as an excuse then got off the couch and went to the Norwegian and hugged his arm as he went down the stairs and entered the kitchen. You sighed while Matthias continued to grin. "Oh, stop that!" You punched his cheeks hardly that it became swollen, now you're pissed. Well, it's true that I'm scared of horrors. What the hell is wrong with that Dane?!

After everyone gathered inside the living room, the lights were turned off and the movie was starting. You can't stop shaking because of nervousness and Matthias, who was sitting beside you, kept on grinning which made you pissed. Cathrine switched her place and sat in between Lukas and Emil. The movie was called Poltergeist, the newly released horror movie made in America. And Alfred lent the movie to Matthias for the whole Nordic household to watch.

You hate horror and supernatural stuff, such as exorcism and supernatural activity. You hate blood, ghost, darkness, and some more. As the movie was playing, you kept the blanket that you brought down with you, on your head while your body was slightly shaking. You noticed that others were focused on watching the movie, but little Cathrine burrowed her head in Lukas' chest as the said Norwegian placed his arms around the girl protectively.

As the movie kept on playing, you kept shrieking in fear as the Dane kept on annoying you. Now you can't handle it, you put the blanket all over your body as you rolled yourself into a ball and sobbed. Cathrine already gave up 30 minutes earlier and Lukas escorted her inside her room and watched her sleep, that is his routine when Cathrine can't handle the horror, and he will be by her side when she wakes up, which means that Lukas will not continue watching the movie anymore.

"Hey, are you alright?" Matthias tapped your shoulder as he asked, concern filling his tone. "I don't want to watch anymore..." You replied but your tone was shaky and your body kept on shaking. You heard him sigh then removed the blanket from your body. "Hey!" You shouted and were about to retrieve your stolen blanket but stopped when you realized that the movie was still playing. You closed your eyes and rolled yourself into a ball again. "You know [Name], don't place a blanket all over your body, you can die because of it" He lecture you which you ignored, and he sighed.

After a while, he carried you bridal style and you blush slightly at this, but he can't see it because of the darkness. He opened the door of your room and placed you on the bed and opened the lights. "Be sure to sleep peacefully, [Name]" He said then placed a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, sure..." You replied and watched him smile and closed the lights and the door. You sighed then placed the blanket on your body as you started to drift to sleep. I know it wasn't that much, but I still have a fun time with my family.

[snowed-in-nordics]

how... how do you function? luna, are you okay?

Luna; so, how do you manage budget this month? Lukas; I think I'll take up extra shifts and Elias would need to be with Dane--...

Luna; Darling, NO-

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Norway cuddling hc PLS 🙏🙏

i wonder if the people who sent these year+ old requests remember them lmao

He’s not super into the whole ‘physical affection’ thing unless you two are alone

He can actually get a bit clingy then, enjoying the company of someone he likes

Whenever you tell him you want to cuddle (or just curl up with him without saying a word), he welcomes it, especially after a long day, exhausting day

During times he's in the mood to cuddle, he'll just sit himself down next to you and get into your personal space, waiting for you to recognize what he wants, if you don't realize, he bluntly tells you

His favorite cuddle position is one where he can lightly drape his arm over your waist or hip, whether you're sitting or lying down next to each other

The gesture, while small, is something he finds nice

He also gets a chance to complain about his day, and doesn't mind if you do the same

Unfortunately for you, however, he thinks it’s funny to put his ice-cold feet on your leg when you least expect it because it makes you jump

1/10

[milaisreading]

Hetalia AU:

Denmark, tapping on the desk*

Sweden: What is he doing?

Yn, taps back on the desk*

Iceland: And why is Yn repeating the behavior?

Norway: You remember how they argued over who gets the last Napoleonshatte*?

Sweden, remembering the argument from last night: Yeah, at the end neither got it and Finland ate it. What about it?

Finland: Turns out they are now mad at each other and are blaming each other.

Iceland: What does that have to do with the tapping?!

Norway: They said they won't talk to each other anymore...So, they are using Morse code to communicate.

Denmark, tapes more aggressively*

Yn: Hey! Take that back!

Denmark: Nuh-uh!

Finland: At least they are talking.

Norway: Now we need to get them to talk at a normal volume.

Sweden: I need a drink.

Iceland: ????

*- it's a Danish baked sweet dish