#norwegian fc

[youngfcs]

[ NORWEGIAN MALE FCS ] - PART 1.

Arthur Hakalahti (1995) 

Axel Bøyum (1995)

David Stakston (1999) - Born in U.S.A | Norwegian-American

Henrik Holm (1995)

Herman Tømmeraas (1997)

Jonas Hoff Oftebro (1997)

Jonas Strand Gravli (1991)

Tarjei Sandvik Moe (1999)

Thomas Hayes (1997)

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Wrong name 👕⚽️

Ingrid Engen × reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You decide to wear Alexia’s jersey to a match, instead of Ingrid’s.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you grabbed the Alexia Putellas jersey from your wardrobe. It wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a mistake. You wanted to see how your girlfriend would react. She was always so calm, composed, and never really the jealous type. With this little experiment, you hoped to get some kind of reaction.

As you slipped on Alexia’s jersey, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the different ways Ingrid could react, especially considering you always showed up to her matches wearing her name.

You walked into the stadium with a playful smirk, already imagining her reaction. The energy of the crowd surrounded you as you found your seat, excitement building for the big game. But, even as the match kicked off, you couldn’t focus on the action in front of you. Your mind was too preoccupied with how Ingrid would take this little joke.

When she spotted you from the pitch, there was a brief flash of confusion in her eyes, followed by what you could only describe as irritation. Ingrid’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, you could practically feel her thoughts from where you sat:

Really? Alexia?

As the game went on, you couldn’t help but giggle every time Ingrid glanced your way. Her performance was flawless, of course, nothing seemed to shake her focus on the field. But between plays, when her eyes caught yours again, you noticed a little frown tugging at her lips.

After the final whistle, you made your way to the players’ area, trying your best to hide your anticipation. The moment Ingrid emerged from the tunnel, she let out an annoyed:

-Really?

Cossing her arms, a mix of amusement and annoyance on her face.

- Alexia’s shirt?

You grinned, pretending to be innocent.

- What ? She’s a legend! Plus, it’s a really comfortable.

Ingrid eyes were filled with annoyance but you could still see a playful glint in them.

- I see how it is. Preferring the captain to your own girlfriend, I'm disappointed kjærlighet. (love)

You stepped closer, unable to hide your laughter anymore.

- Don’t be mad. You’re still my favorite player, but I just thought... I don’t know, maybe you’d want a little competition.

Ingrid shook her head, clearly trying to hide her smile.

- Oh, I’m not worried about the competition

She said, stepping closer until she was standing right in front of you.

- I just hope you know who you’re going home with.

Her voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a subtle reminder of who you were actually here for. You couldn’t resist.

- Of course I do. The best player on the field.

Ingrid smirked, finally letting her arms drop as she wrapped them around your waist, pulling you in for a quick hug.

- Good

She murmured into your ear, her tone softer now.

- But next time, wear my shirt.

You chuckled, hugging her back.

- We’ll see. I kind of like keeping you on your toes.

As she pulled away, Ingrid rolled her eyes, though you could see she wasn’t really upset.

- Just remember, Alexia might be the captain, but I’m the one you’re stuck with.

You smiled, knowing she was right.

- I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her hands found your hips, playing with the end of the jersey.

- Take it off.

- What ?

Before you could even processe de information the jersey was off your body. Taking her jersey off, Ingrid handed you her jersey.

- Put it on

- No it's all sweety

She gave you a look that made you put it on immediately, wanting to survive till the end of the night. Once on, Ingrid took a good look at you, admiring your features.

- Better

She grabbed your hand and walked straight to the parking lot, impatient to finally get home. Alexia mouthing a "Good luck" as you pass by, having seen the all thing.

[alexiasleftoversalmon]

Ingrid’s hands.

Ok that’s it 😮‍💨🥵🫠

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[soccer-love]

Vilja the wing-woman

Tuva Hansen x reader 

I guess Tuva and I would have never met, if Vilja hadn't been. 

The brown Cockapoo dog, moved with Tuva to Munich in the winter of 2022 and while they where exploring their new neighborhood, I was walking home from work. 

She was throwing Vilja’s toy and it accidentally landed right between my feet.

But the small dog didn't walk back to her owner, she picked up the toy and looked up at me. 

“Hey, little one.” I say and kneel down. 

“Vilja?” I hear someone shouting and look up, meeting her blue eyes. 

“Bad girl.” The women says as she notices that Vilja had laid down on my shoe. 

“No, she’s really cute actually.” I say and she smiles. 

“I’m sorry, normally she is not that...clingy.” 

“No really, it's okay, I could never be mad at someone this sweet.” I answer and softly pet Vilja between her ears. 

She makes a sound, that sounds like she agrees with me. 

I get up and cant help but think, that I never saw someone as beautiful as her. 

“I’m sorry but I have to go home, still need to do some work.” I say and Vilja pushes her head against my leg. 

“I live that way.” I add and nod towards the street behind her. 

“Me too, would it be okay for you if we walk back with you?” she asks and I nod, smiling at her. 

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” I say as we start walking. 

“Tuva and this is Vilja.” 

“Nice to meet you two.” I answer and look down at Vilja who is walking between us. 

After around five minutes and doing some small talk, we stop at my apartment building 

“That's where I live.”, I say and Tuva nods. 

“We actually live over there.” she says and points at the building, right across the street. 

“Really, I never seen you two before.” 

“We moved her only three weeks ago, for my work” she explains. 

“Wow, you must really love your job then.” I say, I could never move for my job to a city, where I know nobody.  

“Yes and I really like it here so it's not to bad I guess.” 

I go down on my knees and softly pet Vilja behind her ears, before getting up and smiling at Tuva. 

“It was really nice to meet you two and thanks for walking me home.” I say and she smiles back at me. 

“It was really nice to meet you too.” I say, pulling my key out of my pocket and unlocking the door. 

I turn back and watch Tuva walk across the street and unlock the door to her own house, I cant help but smile at my self as I walk upstairs and into my apartment. 

In the next days and weeks, I meet Tuva more often. 

Mostly when one of us I coming back from work or she went on walks with Vilja and sometimes I went with them and we went and grab some Coffee. 

And we talked a lot. 

She told me that she's from Norway and moved here to get her dream job as a pro soccer player for FC Bayern, and since her family still lives in Norway she is happy that she has Vilja with her. 

And to be honest I really really like her. 

Probably more than I should. 

This weekend she went to Norway to visit her Family and I offered to look after Vilja. 

Its Sunday evening and we are laying on the couch together, watching some movie, Vilja laid her head on my tight, while I pet her behind her ears. 

“You miss you mom, don't you?” I ask and she pushes her head against my head. 

“I miss her too.” I say and look over to the clock on the wall. 

Tuva said that her flight lands at 8:30pm and that she need around one hour to get back from the airport. 

During the end of the movie I fall asleep and only get woken up by the sound of the doorbell. 

I get up and quickly open the door. 

“Tuva.” I say and smile at her. 

“Hello Y/N.” she answers and pulls me into her hug. 

I wrap my arms around her and hold onto her, she smells good, like cinnamon and a little bit like grass but mostly like herself. 

After we brake apart, I think her smile is a little bit bigger than before but maybe I’m just imagining things. 

“Vilja?” she calls out but I don't her the sound of her paws on the floor, something I really have gotten used to in the last days. 

“Come in.” I say and follow her into my small apartment. 

Vilja is still laying on the couch and doesn’t even bother to move as Tuva walks in. 

“I think someone likes it here, more than they should.” Tuva says, looking at me. 

“Its okay, did you eat something for dinner?” I ask and Tuva shakes her head. 

“I have some leftover pasta, if you want.” I offer while I’m already on my way into the kitchen. 

While I reheat the pasta, Tuva watches me and after a couple of minutes she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around me. 

“Thanks for watching over my little girl.” She says and rests her chin on my shoulder.

“Every time.” I say and lean against her. 

From the door we hear a loud woof and Tuva stumbles back. 

“Look who finally got up.” I say and grab the plate and a fork. 

Together we sit down at the small table and I watch her eat, while Vilja climbs on the chair between us. 

“How was your weekend?” I ask and watch her looking up at me. 

“Good, it was great to see my family again and Bryne is still one of my favorite places.” She explains and I nod. 

She tells me more about her weekend and after she finishes her dinner, I grab a bottle of wine and we move over to the couch.

“So you are telling me that everyone in your family is or was playing soccer.” I ask after she told me where she got her love for the game from. 

“Nah not everyone, only my siblings and my Dad.”

“Is it hard being the youngest child?” 

“Well I cant really tell you that, because I never knew it any different. I mean is it hard being an only child?” she asks back and I nod. 

“Yeah, I guess there is no answer to that question.” I say and she laughs. 

“Jesus, how can someone be so beautiful.” I ask myself and almost say it out loud. 

At some point I catch my self staring at her lips. 

“You know, I thought a lot about you, in the last days.” she says, her cheeks turning red. 

“Can I try something.” she adds and I nod. 

“Close your eyes, please.” 

I do as told and feel her coming closer. 

So close that I can feel her warmth. So close that I smell her sweet scent. So close that I feel her breath on my face. 

And after what feels like eternity, I feel her lips on mine. 

Softly. 

And slow. 

Like she's afraid to hurt me. 

After a couple of seconds she notices that I don't pull I way. 

I actually do the opposite. 

I kiss her back. 

And that gives her the confidence, to lay her hand on my cheek and to pull me closer. 

I wrap my arms around her shoulder and she softly pushes me back into the couch. 

“Wow.” is the only thing I can say after we brake apart, her basically laying on top of me. 

“And I thought about doing this.” she says and smiles, while I get lost in the beauty of her eyes. 

“I really like kissing you.” 

“I really like kissing you too.” she replies and I smile back. 

I feel something pushing against my shoulder and look to the side, seeing Vilja there, now that she got our attention she walks towards the door. 

“What? Now you wanna go.” Tuva says and rolls her eyes. 

“Hey.” I say and her attention shifts back at me. 

“If she hadn’t been, we wouldn't be her.” I remind her. 

Tuva nods while Vilja sits down and looks at us proudly. 

“Yeah, okay.” she says and gets up. “If the princess wants to go home, then I guess we go home.” 

I watch her grab her jacket and softly pet Vilja goodnight, before placing a soft kiss on her head. 

I’m really gonna miss her. 

“You know, if she gets a kiss, its only fair if I get one too.” Tuva says and I look up at her. 

I softly grab her by her waist and pull her closer, connection our lips. 

“Good night, Tuva.” I whisper, in the small space between us. 

“Good night, Y/N.” she answers and opens the door. 

I watch them walk down the stair before closing the door and running over to the window to watch them walk into there own house. 

At the door, Tuva turns back and spots me watching them. 

She blows me a kiss and I feel my cheeks burning red before she follows Vilja inside. 

“Damm I’m so in love with you.” I say to myself, knowing that I miss her already. 

But I know that I’m gonna see her again, soon. 

And I thank god for Vilja. 

I don't wanna imagine what happened, if Vilja hadn't been. 

[uniqrenders]

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[youngfcs]

[ Norwegian Female fcs ] - part 1.

Alisha Boe (1997) - Born in Norway | Somali (father’s side) and Norwegian (mother’s side) descent

Danu Sunt (1995) - Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Sri Lankan (father’s side) descent

Emma Bones (1999) - Born in Norway

Iman Meskini (1997) -  Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Tunisian (father’s side) descent

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996) -  Born in Norway

Kristine Frøseth (1996) - Born in New Jersey, U.S.A. | Norwegian descent

Eili Harboe (1994) - Born in Norway 

Thea Sofie Loch Næss (1996) - Born in Norway

Ulrikke Falch (1996) - Born in Norway

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Bikini 👙 ⛱️

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗, comfort 🫂💕

summary :

During your well deserved vacation, Ingrid finds you struggling with your bikini.

You had been in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting and readjusting the straps of your new bikini. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree beach day, but all you could think about was how uncomfortable you felt in the swimsuit.

The bikini was a lovely shade of coral, a color you usually adored, but right now, every time you caught your reflection, all you could see were the things you wished were different. You pulled at the straps, tried smoothing the fabric, and adjusted the bottoms, but no matter what you did, it didn’t seem right. You sighed, frustration and insecurity swirling in your chest, and you wondered if you should just change into something else — anything else.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the soft knock on the bathroom door. Ingrid had been waiting outside, getting more concerned with every passing minute. When you didn’t respond, she slowly pushed the door open, peeking inside.

“Hey…” she said softly, her voice gentle. You jumped a little, not expecting to see her there, and quickly tried to cover yourself with a towel. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. “I was just worried. You’ve been in here a while. Everything okay?”

You forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wavered. “Just… trying to get this stupid thing to fit right.”

Ingrid’s eyes softened as she saw you tugging at the bikini straps again, clearly not happy with how it looked. She took a few steps closer, her gaze gentle and full of concern. “You’ve been adjusting it for a while now,” she said softly. “Is it really about the fit, or… is there something else going on?”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands instead of meeting her eyes. “I just… I don’t feel good in it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I’d be okay, but now that I’m wearing it, I feel… exposed. And I know everyone’s going to be looking, and I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Ingrid was quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. Then she reached out, gently taking your hands in hers, guiding them away from the bikini straps. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Look at me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to meet hers, feeling a little vulnerable. Ingrid’s expression was so kind, so understanding, that it almost made you want to cry. “I’m sorry you’re feeling this way,” she said. “But I need you to know that when I look at you, I see someone beautiful. Not just because of how you look, but because of who you are.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. “But what if other people don’t see that?” you whispered. “What if they just see… everything I don’t like?”

Ingrid’s heart ached at how hard you were being on yourself. She gently guided you to turn around and face the mirror, standing behind you so you could see both of your reflections. “I know it’s hard to see yourself the way I see you,” she said, resting her hands on your shoulders, her touch light and comforting. “But I’m going to try, okay?”

She slowly slid her hands down your arms, squeezing them gently. “I see someone strong, who’s been through so much and is still here, trying. I see someone with a kind heart, who lights up my day just by smiling. I see you, and you’re more than enough, exactly as you are.”

You felt a tear escape, rolling down your cheek, and Ingrid caught it with her thumb, wiping it away. “It’s okay to feel insecure,” she said softly. “We all do sometimes. But I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. This bikini, it suits you so well. It’s bright, and warm, and confident — just like you.”

You wanted to believe her, but there was still that lingering doubt. “But what if I don’t feel confident?” you asked, your voice shaky.

Ingrid smiled gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Then let me be confident for both of us,” she said. “Let me show you off, not because I want people to see how beautiful you are, but because I want you to feel it. Because you deserve to feel good about yourself, whether you’re in a bikini or pajamas or anything else.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around you like a comforting hug. “What if I still feel nervous?” you asked, glancing at her in the mirror.

“Then we’ll take it slow,” she said, her hands still resting on your shoulders. “We’ll go out there together, and if at any point you want to come back and change, we can. No pressure. But I’d love to see you out there, just being you, even for a little while.”

You hesitated, but then you nodded, feeling a little bit of courage bubbling up from the way she was looking at you. “Okay,” you said softly. “I’ll try.”

Ingrid’s face lit up with a bright, encouraging smile. “That’s my girl,” she said, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “And hey, if anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, they’ll have to deal with me.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest loosening just a bit. “You’d fight someone for me?”

“In a heartbeat,” she said, completely serious, and you could tell she meant it. “But I’m hoping all they see is how lucky I am to be with you.”

She took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.

You took a moment, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. Maybe you didn’t see everything Ingrid saw, but you could see her standing there beside you, her eyes full of love and pride. And that made you feel just a little bit braver.

“Yeah,” you said finally, nodding. “I’m ready.”

Ingrid’s smile was radiant as she led you out of the bathroom, your hand still in hers. And as you stepped out into the sun, feeling the warmth on your skin and the gentle breeze, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could start seeing yourself through her eyes — one small, brave step at a time.

[colorsofmyseason]

Happy birthday, Captain Ø!

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