Norway x Reader x Scotland - Request

It was starting to get eerie with Lukas watching over you like that. He had been staring at you ever since you came over to the Nordics’—as you liked to call the interesting group of five people—house for a sleepover.

“Emil, did I do something to make your brother mad at me?” you asked your quiet, yet passionate friend.

“I don’t think so,” he answered. “I think it’s more along the lines of him being too shy to talk to you.”

You made a face. “So instead he just stares at me? Don’t you find that a little creepy?”

Emil grimaced. “I’ve had to get used to it, myself, but I think it’s a way to let you know he’s interested in you.”

“Oh…” The word, “interested,” isn’t what you had wanted to hear. Ever since you had been introduced to Lukas via Mathias, you had wanted to be closer to the eccentric fellow. Unfortunately, due to his aloof and shy nature, it had been difficult to even get an entire sentence out of him—especially when Mathias was around.

“Hey, ______________, come over here and check out this cool video I found!” the loud Dane called over to you. “It’s funny!”

“Coming, Mathias,” you smiled and went over to join him on the couch. As you made your way across the room, you could feel the tingling sensation of a pair of eyes being glued on your back the entire time. The feeling might have been enough to send a disturbing tingling shockwave along your spine, but you held yourself together.

“You see, this drunk guy gets pissed off on the subway,” Mathias explained as you sat yourself next to him, “and then they start this fight. It’s really funny because the whole thing looks like it’s in slow-motion.”

Kind of like when you try to pick a fight with Berwald when you’re really drunk, you smiled to yourself.

As you were nearly halfway through the so-called fighting video, however, the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” Tino wondered aloud.

“A lost soul wandering through the cold night,” Berwald replied. Given his unusual nature of acting serious on the outside, it was hard to tell if he was joking or not.

“Erm, I-I’ll get it,” you offered, but Mathias beat you to the door.

“Not to worry, ___________,” he beamed. “You’re a guest!”

As he swung open the door, the smile on his face grew wider and brighter.

“Allistor!” he grinned. “What a surprise! What are you doing here?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Allistor?” As you looked around the room, it appeared that everyone else had not been introduced to this fellow.

“Hey, everyone, is it alright if my friend comes inside?” Mathias asked opening the door a little wider as though he had already been given permission.

“Sure, it’s not like we’re the only ones living here,” Emil responded. You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Great! Come inside!” Mathias laughed.

In stepped a tall man nearly the same height as Mathias with bright red hair parted in bangs. Unlike the rest of the Nordics with their fair hair and varied blue shaded irises, this Allistor fellow had the brightest green eyes you had ever seen.

This is Mathias’ friend? you wondered. Then again, Mathias was apparently “friends” with everyone. This person, however, looked somewhat questionable. Just by looking at him, he had a stark contrast of personalities with Mathias: rugged, hot-headed, and the slightest bit mischievous.

“Sorry for intruding, guys,” he apologized straight away, “but I had to come over to show Mathias something. You can all have some if you want.”

With that, he held up a paper bag that you knew could have contained only one thing.

Ah… you realized. So he’s that kind of man. I should have guessed.

Aside from Emil, everyone else in the building could drink. They could recognize a bag of alcohol when they saw one.

“Awesome!” Mathias cried. “Is that Gilbert’s new brew?”

“Sure is,” Allistor smirked and tossed him the bottle. While his friend was examining it, your eyes met.

“H-Hello,” you greeted him in an apprehensive voice.

Instead of responding with the usual “Hi” or “Hello,” Allistor just looked at you like you were some fascinating new toy on the shelf.

“Mathias, you didn’t tell me you five lived with a girl,” he smirked.

“We don’t,” Mathias said walking over to the counter and asking Berwald for some glasses. “This is ______________. She’s just staying over for the night while the movers get everything organized at her new place.”

“Huh. She doesn’t look half-bad. Any of you guys dating her or something?”

Wh-What? you jumped.

“No, no! It’s not like that at all!” Tino quickly said. “___________, here, is just a good friend of ours. We trust her just as much as she trusts us.”

Allistor chuckled. “What a shame.” He then turned to you. “But if you’re living at these guys’ place, that means you’re single, aye?”

“E-Eh…” you stammered.

“I’m surprised some well-off man hasn’t swept you off your feet. You’re a pretty thing.”

“Th-Thank you…” you blushed. Just then, you heard a low and unusual noise. Everyone stopped and looked at Lukas who was looking paler than usual.

“Lukas, are you feeling alright?” his brother quietly asked.

Much to his nature, Lukas silently excused himself and walked out of the room.

“What’s up with ol’ stone-face over there?” Allistor asked.

“Oh, he’s just shy whenever strangers come over,” Mathias laughed. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Shy? So he’s Lukas, am I right? Your best friend?”

“The very one,” the Dane smiled.

You couldn’t help but smile, too. So that means Allistor probably knows about the other Nordics, too.

“Oh! But enough of that. Allistor, do you wanna stay over for a couple of drinks? You brought it here, after all.”

“Probably shouldn’t,” Allistor said. “I don’t want to get in trouble on my way back.”

“Don’t worry,” Mathias grinned and leaned his arm over his friend’s shoulder. “If you pass out, you can always stay in the guest room.”

Berwald frowned. “______________ is staying in the guest room.”

“She is?” Mathias stupidly asked.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

But, as easy-going as he always was, Mathias quickly blew off his speculations. “Ah, it’s okay,” he laughed. “Worst that could happen is that you’ll just share a room with her.”

“Um…” You didn’t know what to say about that. While Allistor clearly wasn’t stranger to Mathias, he was still unaffiliated with the others—especially you.

Allistor sighed. “One drink, and that’s it,” he said. “I get the feeling I’m uninvited.”

Mathias only smiled and examined the bottle of golden-brown alcohol. “You only just got here, Allistor. A little drink’s not going to hurt you. It might even loosen you up.” He then looked over in your direction. “Hey, ___________, are you up for one of Gilbert’s brews? They’re really good.”

“Gilbert’s, huh?” People usually didn’t admit it around the guy, but the cocky Prussian friend of Mathias could make a delectably strong drink. They were good ice-breakers.

“Sure, what’s the harm?” you shrugged and got up to join the others.

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Lukas mentally cursed to himself. He cursed his cowardice, his weakness, his very attitude.

If only I had said something! he shouted in his head. _____________ would have been able to pay attention to me. She must think I’m some sort of freak for always staring at her like that…

“…kas?”

Startled, Lukas looked up at the closed door.

“Lukas, are you in there?”

That was ____________’s voice. There was no doubt about it.

“Lukas, Mathias’ friend brought some really good alcohol over. Do you want to try some? I saved a glass for you.”

He blinked. She saved something for him?

He shut the thought out.

No, he thought. It’s just abrupt thinking. She would never save it for me because she cared about me. She’s just being nice.

“Come on, Lukas,” ____________ said. “It’s good.”

There was a pause. He heard her sigh from the outside.

“If you’re shy, I’ll just leave it by the door. Don’t spill it, okay?”

Shy? Lukas repeated in his head. So she knows…

“I’m leaving now,” she then said, her voice getting gradually fainter. She really was leaving.

“No!” he gasped and ran to the door. As soon as he opened the door, his foot came in contact with something hard. Before he could react, he had stumbled forward and fell on the floor, his sock growing cold and wet.

“L-Lukas!” ____________ gasped and ran to his side. “Oh, I told you not to spill it…! Ah…um…Hang on! I’ll grab a towel— ”

“No, I’ll do it,” he quickly said. “It’s my fault. I should have been more careful.”

His heart felt like it was going to explode in his very chest. This was the first time had had said so many words to her at once. To top it all off, it was extremely embarrassing and awkward. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Don’t be silly, Lukas,” _____________ insisted. “It’s only going to take a second. You can clean off your…” She leaved over his body to examine the situation. “Just go to the bathroom and clean your sock off. I’ll bet your foot got wet.”

She was right there.

Defeated, Lukas sighed and slipped his sock off. “Thank you, __-___________...” he mumbled and hurried to the bathroom as quickly as possible. It was as though salvation lay beyond the closed confinements of the door. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want her to see him like this. He felt pathetic. If anything, this wasn’t how he had wanted to make a conversation with her as short and embarrassing as it was.

“I’m such an idiot!” he scolded himself and slammed his fist on the cold tiled counter.

What am I doing with myself? he asked, panting. I’m better than this. Emil knows that. Hell, even Mathias knows. And what of _____________? What does she think of me now?

He felt sick. Just thinking about it made him want to heave. He couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done before he lost this opportunity. It was slowly slipping away from his fingers. If it wasn’t tonight, it might be never.

“Ha ha…” he weakly laughed to himself. “I’m such a fool.”

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“Hey, _____________, did Lukas drink it?” Mathias asked as soon as you returned to the kitchen.

You shook your head. “He had a little bit of an accident,” you weakly smiled.

“Are you saying he couldn’t hold his liquor?” Allistor spoke up leaning towards you.

“No, not like that!” you said. “I left it by his door, and he spilled it. I think it’s my fault.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Mathias, you told me your Lukas friend was weird, but I didn’t think weird people could be clumsy.”

“L-Lukas isn’t clumsy,” you said. “At least…I don’t think so.”

As strange as it was, this made Allistor smirk. “You seem keen on defending him, ____________. Do you have feelings for the guy?”

“Wh-What? Lukas?” you stuttered. “N-No! I—What makes you think I do?!”

“Ha!” he laughed and elbowed Mathias. “She’s turning red!”

“It’s the alcohol!” you protested, but even Mathias knew you were lying. Somewhere in the corner, you could have sworn you heard Berwald chuckling.

Not you, too! you thought in horror. Emil also rolled his eyes. He was too young to drink, but he understood the situation perfectly. Lukas was his older brother, after all.

“Sorry, sorry,” Allistor quickly apologized. “I—Hold on. Where are you going?”

“To get some fresh air!” you snapped and walked away with your glass in your hand.

“Ah, Allistor, you scared her off,” you heard Mathias chuckle.

Once you made your way to the balcony, however, you noticed someone had followed you. Lo and behold, it was none other than the person who had “scared you off.”

“Do you need something, Allistor?” you asked giving him a suspicious look.

“I just came for some clarification,” Mathias’ redheaded friend said. He, too, was holding a glass of Gilbert’s alcohol in his hand.

“Clarification of what?” you asked.

“About Lukas.”

“Oh no,” you groaned. “Please just let that g— ”

“I’ve seen plenty of drunk people in my time, and I know you’re not even tipsy,” Allistor said joining you on the edge.

You frowned and took a sip from your glass. “Your point?”

Allistor smirked. “You do have feelings for him.”

Now you choked. “Gah-hah! Ack!”

“_____________? You okay?”

“I’m—ahem!” You stopped to clear your throat. “I’m fine…”

Allistor raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Continue,” you wheezed.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “from what I’ve heard from Mathias, Lukas is a strange guy. He’s pretty shy, you know. It’s hard to get an expression out of him.” He chuckled. “Mathias says he knows Lukas like a book, but I doubt it. You know, I think Lukas has feelings for you, too.”

“What?” you cried. “But you—Allistor, you just met him today! Er, well, technically you haven’t been properly introduced to each other, but you get what I’m saying.”

Allistor rolled his eyes. “Right, then tell me exactly what happened when you tried to get him to open the door.”

After you told him the events, Allistor spoke again.

“See what I mean? He got flustered around you. He wasn’t angry, and it wasn’t like he was upset. Being around you makes him nervous. That’s why he keeps his distance but doesn’t disappear—like when I came in the room.”

“A-Ah…” you muttered. “I think I understand.”

Wow… you breathed. If that’s true, then that means Lukas really…

“But,” you frowned, “what am I supposed to do? We haven’t even exchanged that many words with one another. I can’t just go up to him and say I like him.”

“Aye, that’s true,” Allistor sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “I have an idea: why don’t you practice with me?”

“You?”

“Aye,” he nodded. “Who else is going to do it?”

“Er…” You paused to think. Berwald wouldn’t comply. Emil would definitely refuse. Tino was…Tino was too sweet to remind you of Lukas. Mathias was an entirely different story.

“You have a point,” you grimaced.

“It takes two to tango, though,” Allistor said. “From what I’ve got from Lukas, you need to get him at the right moment. Since you just caused him to spill the drink—and an expensive one, mind you—you have a valid pretext for wanting to see him.”

“You’re right,” you agreed.

“M’kay, so pretend you’ve gone to the guest room and found Lukas—because I’m going to guess that’s where he’s going to be. He’s a little flustered, and he probably feels awkward seeing you again. How are you going to make the approach?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m going to…Pfft I can’t do this!” you laughed. “You’re so much different than Lukas! I-I can’t imagine hitting on you right off the bat!”

“Just take it slow,” he chuckled. “I know we’re completely different, but try to look past that for now. Right now, I’m the one you want.”

“R-Right,” you stammered cracking a smile. “U-Um…I…Gee…So…I…Oh, what am I doing?”

“Do I need to get you in a more serious mood?” Allistor asked. “Because I can do that.”

“Eh?” you blinked. “How?”

“Like this,” he whispered.

Suddenly, you felt something tender and warm touch the back of your neck like inviting, non-slimy tentacles. The smell of hot alcohol wafted into your nostrils as Allistor’s green eyes got closer—it wasn’t long before you could see your own reflection in his emerald pools. He wasn’t going to do that to you…was he?

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Lukas had gone around the corner when he caught ____________ with that idiot’s redheaded friend. He didn’t know why, but something about him made his gut tie itself into knots just by looking at him.

“…I can’t do this!” he heard ___________ laugh. “You’re so much different than Lukas! I-I can’t imagine hitting on you right off the bat!”

He froze. Different than him? Hitting on him right off the bat?

Lukas shook his head. _____________ was better than that. She knew better than to flirt with someone like Allistor. Even if she was drunk, she had to have better judgment. She had only just met this guy. He was thinking irrationally again. He had to be.

“Just take it slow,” he heard that ill-minded redheaded bastard croon. “Right now, I’m the one you want.”

No. Lukas refused to believe it. That had to be a lie. ____________ didn’t deserve him.

But all the same…did Lukas deserve someone like her?

“R-Right.”

His heart dropped. This couldn’t be happening. He could see her face clearly from his angle. The way her stance leaned towards him, the proximity of their bodies, the looks in their eyes…

It was all too much. Lukas began choking from the lack of moisture in his mouth. His gut had hurt from a wrenching feeling, and he felt faint. He wanted to run away and pretend he never saw this, but try as he did, he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.

And then…the unthinkable happened. His eyes grew wide as he saw Allistor snake his fingers around the back of ___________’s neck. She put up no resistance. Her cheeks weren’t the raging red that she would have worn if she had been drunk. This was all real. This was what she was really feeling. He was going to do it. Allistor, this man who had suddenly come barging into Lukas’ life, was about to kiss ____________.

“No…” he whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

Allistor’s lips were nearing hers now. ____________ was frozen like a statue. It was as though she was asking for it.

“No,” he said a little louder. He refused to accept this—however, his damn feet refused to move.

Now, their eyes had met. Just a little more, and the deal would be sealed. It would be done, never to take back, never to forget.

“No!” he cried, and in a burst of energy, he found himself flying towards the two and shoving himself in between them.

“Lukas, what are you doing?!” ___________ gasped.

“See, what’d I tell you?” Allistor chuckled. At the sight of his smug expression, Lukas’ blue eyes grew dark.

“You…” he growled. “How could someone like you who just met her do something like that to her?! She deserves better!” Just then, he felt a soft touch cling to his shoulder.

“Lukas, i-it wasn’t like that. You got it all wrong.” ___________ was staring at him with wide, worried eyes. It only took one look to know she was telling the truth, but he couldn’t forgive Allistor.

“What the hell was that all about?” he hissed. “Why were you trying to kiss _____________?”

Allistor shrugged. “To set the mood.”

His casual demeanor was starting to piss Lukas off. He was smart enough to know he wouldn’t hold his own against someone as sturdy as Allistor, but if it came to it, he just might snap at the right press of a button.

“Allistor, you’re not helping,” ____________ sighed. “Lukas, Allistor was trying to help me…How would I put it? He was trying to help me practice talking to you.”

Lukas scrunched his face. “Help you talk to me? How—Why?”

“Because…” She looked at Allistor who gave her a little reassuring smile. Then, she took a deep breath.

“Because I want to be closer to you, Lukas,” she said. “I like you, and I know this is sudden. It’s just always been so hard for me to express my feelings for you when you’re so…so shy…”

What? He was stunned. Was this all just a big misunderstanding? If so, then he would’ve made an even bigger fool of himself than he already had. It was too late now, though. But, before he could say anything, he felt someone pat him on the back.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Allistor chuckled. “Lukas, you can apologize to me when you’re finished.”

When I’m finished? he wondered. He can't be serious.

“Um…listen…Lukas?” ______________ spoke up.

“Yes?” he muttered trying to avert his eyes away from her.

“I’m really sorry if I’ve been causing any misunderstandings and embarrassing you,” she apologized. “I really am. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you should know that.”

He shook his head. “Don't be sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight when I saw you with Allistor like that.”

______________ chuckled to his astonishment. “Allistor said you’re supposed to apologize to him, not me,” she smiled. “Anyway, what was that about with you saying I deserve better?”

“I…” Lukas pressed his lips together. There were a dozen thoughts swimming in his head, and the last thing on his mind was coming up with a proper answer to that question.

“Y-You’re so close to me…” he shuddered.

“Huh?”

Dammit! he shouted in his head.

“Tch! I was just thinking about how we’ve never been this close when speaking…” he mumbled.

_____________ stared. “Oh, I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”

“Not in a bad way,” he added. “I’m just unfamiliar with this feeling.” He clutched the left side of his chest. “Actually, I’m unfamiliar with a lot of feelings right now.”

“Really?” ____________ smiled, her eyes sparkling against the starlight. “Care to tell me one of them?”

“Mm…” He hesitated. What was he supposed to say? That he was feeling affection? Nervousness? Awkwardness? Embarrassment? Lo—?

“Loquacious.”

“Wh-What?”

“Loquacious,” he repeated. “It means talkative…”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! That was the last thing he should have said! Of all the things! Why in the world would he say he was “loquacious?!” That wasn’t even an emotion!

However, despite his out-of-context answer, ____________ burst out laughing.

“So you’re feeling talkative? Is that it?” she smiled. “I’m relieved. I was afraid you’d never open up to me.”

Baffled, Lukas could only stare. “Is that so…?”

“Is there something you want to talk about?” she asked. “Like, maybe…Oh! That’s right! You haven’t had any of Gilbert’s drink yet!” She promptly handed him the glass she was holding. “I’ve haven’t drunk any yet so it should be okay—you know, if you’re afraid of germs or something.”

“Thank you,” he said and took the glass. I’m assuming the right thing to do would be to take a drink?

And so he did. A few seconds later, he began coughing.

“Lukas!” ______________ gasped.

“I’m fine,” he choked. “It went down—ugh—the wrong way.”

Shit, that was strong…! he yelled to himself. And here I thought I could take it.

“It is a bit strong, isn’t it?” _____________ nervously chuckled.

“Just a bit,” he admitted.

“You’re pretty quiet for someone who said he’s feeling loquacious.”

“I suppose…”

“Mm, what would Allistor do in a situation like this?” she wondered aloud.

Lukas narrowed his eyes. What did that blasted redhead have anything to do with this?

“Ah, I got it.” Without a word, she took Lukas’ glass out of his hand and began to hold it to her lips.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Ice-breaker,” she simply answered and took a sip of the drink she had given him.

Lukas pursed his lips. So much for saving that drink for me—

Never mind. It was still for him.

After the alcohol had passed through his lips, it had become warm, but to Lukas, it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He didn’t choke this time, either.

“How was that?” _____________ giggled after he had swallowed.

“It was…” He blushed and dared to look her into her stunning eyes. “It was delicious.”

_______________ laughed. “So is that the alcohol working or your heart?”

Lukas was confused. “Excuse me?”

“Your face,” she said pointing to him. “It’s red.”

“Nn!” he gasped and turned away. “Whose wouldn’t be after being kissed like that? You surprised me!”

“Oh…” Her face fell a little. “You didn’t want me to? I’m sorr— ”

“Don’t be,” he stopped her. “I…I did want you to do that.”

“Lukas…”

“I the one who’s sorry—about everything. About my behavior, my way of thinking, all of the stress I was putting you through, how awkward you must feel around me…”

“Lukas, I don’t feel awkward around you at all.”

He blinked. “You don’t?”

“Not right now, no,” she said. “We’re talking together. This is the longest we’ve been holding a conversation. You’re even looking at me.” She smiled. “You even let me kiss you.”

“I did.”

“We’ve made progress.”

“We have.”

_______________ sighed in relief. “Then I think it’ll be easier for me to stay over. I was afraid you’d get all creepy-eyed on me or something.”

“I scared you?”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Not at bit,” Lukas said.

“That’s good.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Quite.”

“Ggggh!” a loud, frustrated voice sounded out. “Come on already! Kiss again! Finish the damn drink!”

Lukas could have sworn something snapped inside of him.

“You fumbling idiot!” he snapped at Mathias who was hiding in an all-too obvious location behind the wall. “How long have you been there?!”

“What does it matter?” Mathias threw back. “Are you going to kiss her or not?”

“Allistor, if you want to get my apology, you’d better drag this bastard out of here right now!” Lukas roared.

“On it,” Allistor called from the kitchen except instead of him, the entire gang pulled up and lugged Mathias away.

“What a mood-killer,” Lukas growled. He paused to think. “You know…the guest room doesn’t have a lock. If we went there, Mathias could easily come inside. My room on the other hand…”

“Oh, we can finish our drink in private there,” ____________ smiled.

“Er, yes, we can,” he replied unsure of whether or not she got the hint. If all went well, though, she wouldn’t need to. As they made their way to his room, Lukas made a mental reminder to apologize to Allistor once he and ______________ had finished the drink he had so kindly brought over.