Norway x Depressed!Reader

(y/n)—your name
(c/t)—car type
(f/c)—favorite color
(h/c)—hair color
(h/l)—hair length
(e/c)—eye color

Your name is (y/n). You were born in Nuuk, Greenland and you moved to Oslo, Norway when you were in elementary school.

You were always a bright girl, excelled in school, found a nice paying job, and had loving parents and friends. You weren't the lazy type but your asthma sometimes got in the way of your physical activities and such. It wasn't that bad, but when you can't breathe, it kind of sucks.

You're friends with the Nordics, or that's what they like to call themselves. You fit in perfectly since you're from Greenland, and they are also from different Nordic countries. You had met them in elementary school, and you all had become inseparable in a matter of days. They're like brothers to you. All except for one, the Norwegian. His name is Lukas Bondevik and you had fallen in love with him.

Although you had never been the dating type, no matter how many times that idiot—Mathias—tried to get you a boyfriend, you knew what love was. You knew that love was crazy and that it doesn't make sense, but at the same time, you knew who you really love will be crystal clear. 'All in good time,' your mother had said. As for your father, he was just relieved that you didn't just throw yourself at boys. In fact, he and your mother both really liked your friends, and they knew they could trust them with you. Not so much Mathias, but he could still be protective of you.

So now, you were parking your (f/c) (c/t) in the Nordic's driveway, getting your (f/c) suitcases out of the back seat, and walking up to their house. You were going to be spending a week with them because they wanted you to for 'unknown reasons'. You were pretty sure it had something to do with tomorrow, since that day was the day you were born, 20 years ago. You weren't a fan of huge parties and you didn't like people making a fuss over your birthday, and yet the latter was, and probably will never, be avoided.

You smiled as you turned the knob to open the door and walked inside. You quickly shut it before Hanatamago, their dog, could escape, and dragged your luggage across the wooden floor to your room. And yes, it's your room because whenever you stay—which is to the point where you practically live there—you stay in that room. The furniture was already set up and painted with your two favorite colors, (f/c) and (f/c), so no one could really say it wasn't your room. You put your weeks-worth of clothes, toiletries, and other random things away in the drawers and went to the living room.

You were glomped by none other than Mathias and fell to the floor. This was a ritual for the two of you. It continued as he was pulled off by Lukas who then started choking him to death. Again.

"Hey (y/n). Seems like your having fun," Emil said, sticking his hand out in front of you.

"As always," you replied, sarcastically. You took his hand and pulled yourself off the ground. You ruffled your hair and tried to make yourself look decent again once you were standing. Mathias' face was turning red and you put a hand on Lukas' shoulder. The slight gesture made him drop his tie and Mathias fell to the ground, gasping for breath. You patted Lukas' shoulder and went to the kitchen, where Tino was making something and Berwald was reading at the table.

"Hey Tino, Ber," you greeted them, smiling slightly. Berwald looked up and grunted in acknowledgement, and Tino looked totally surprised and quickly slammed shut the cook book he was just using.

"H-hey (y/n)! How are y-you? I didn't know you were coming this early..." he quickly stammered, cheery but nervous. You could tell he was hiding something but didn't press the issue.

"Well, yeah I guess I am a bit early. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry! You know you're welcome any time! You just surprised me is all!"

"(Y/n)! There you are! Let's go outside, it's snowing!" The next thing you knew, Mathias was dragging you towards the door. He tossed your coat to you and ran out the door. You quickly put it on and rushed out the door, not noticing the relief on Tino's face that he could go back to making your birthday cake.

You walked in the yard, sneaking up behind Mathias with a pre-made snowball in your hands. Suddenly, he turned around and threw his at you. It burst on your coat and while Mathias was laughing at you, you threw yours at his head.

"Ha! I'm really going to get you—" He was cut off by another snowball to the face, yet it was not yours.

"Shut up you stupid Dane. You make a better target than a competitor." You looked behind you and saw a certain Norwegian already packing another snowball. You smirked and got another snowball ready. When you looked up, another snowball was hurling towards you. Luckily, you ducked and it missed. You heard Emil curse for his miss and hurled a snowball at him, which landed in his hair.

You were in an all-out war. Snowballs were thrown, burst, and planted in multiple faces. It was you and Lukas against Mathias and Emil. You couldn't really tell who was winning, but you didn't really care. All you cared about was the laughter you shared with the others, with the exception of Lukas. But you did notice the occasional minuscule smiles he would show, even if it was only a second long. You liked seeing him smile, it made your heart skip a beat every time he did.

Your arm stared hurting after awhile and you decided to take a break. You fell backwards into the snow and sprawled out, enjoying the coldness of the snow against you. You heard crunching beside you and saw Lukas sitting in the snow beside you. You stared at the sky and noticed a little grey cloud billowing in the blue depths of the sky.

"Oh no! I forgot some stuff at home. I was supposed to bring my collection of horror movies for us to watch!" You had just remembered that you were going to force one of the Nordics to watch them with you, since of course you were NOT going to watch them by yourself.

"Why do you like horror movies so much, they're all fake," Lukas asked, emotionless as always. You looked at him, his indigo eyes trained on you.

"I like the thrill, the scare, and the fact that most of them aren't real just puts me to rest afterwards." You shrugged and got off the ground, dusting the snow of your back. Lukas also got up.

"Can I come?"

"Whatever floats your wagon." You made your way to your car, Lukas in tow.

"It's 'whatever floats your boat'," Lukas corrected.

"You can say whatever floats your choice in mobile vehicles, I'll say whatever floats my choice in mobile vehicles. Deal?" You unlocked the door and slid in the drivers seat.

"Deal. But boats are better when it comes to mobility." You rolled your eyes and you could of swore Lukas had a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Once you were both buckled in your seats, you backed out of the driveway and drove in the direction of your house. You entered your neighborhood and started hearing sirens. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion because as you drove closer to your home, the louder the sirens were. You sped up and saw the most horrifying thing. Your breath caught in your throat and you slammed on the breaks when you were in front of the place you once called your home. Without turning off the engine or putting the car in park, you pushed open the door and slammed it shut in utter shock.

Your house was on fire.

It was up in flames and the firefighters were putting it out. The building was mostly black and some of the windows had shattered. A great cloud of smoke was rising from the mess. You couldn't believe what was happening before your eyes. You fell to your knees because you couldn't keep yourself steady anymore. In less than a second, Lukas was kneeling beside you, his arms wrapped protectively around you. He pet your soft (h/c) hair, trying to comfort you. You had lost your voice. You wanted to scream and shout and ask why but the mix if emotions you were feeling wouldn't let you do any of that. All you could do was cry. Your (e/c) eyes watered, but that was it.

After some time, you weren't sure how long, the fire was extinguished and the firefighters went in to inspect the damage. They brought out two people and that's when you snapped.

"NO!" you screamed. You ripped yourself away from Lukas and ran to the people, now being put on gurneys. You immediately recognized the two severely burned and alarmingly still people as your parents. You went to your dad and shook his shoulders, then you did the same to your mother. The officials were there and asked who you were.

"I live here. These are my parents. You have to save them!" you begged the official.

"I'm sorry, but they're dead." You gaped at him. "The fire was caused by a malfunction in the heating system. The fire must have trapped your parents in one of the rooms upstairs. I'm sorry for your loss."

A few tears slid down your cheeks. You looked at your mother and father one last time before they were put into corpse bags.

You attempted to run into your burnt house, but Lukas grabbed you before you could. You felt Lukas' chest against your back and you spun around to hide your face in his shirt. You cried into his shirt and in a matter of seconds, the fabric covering his shoulder was soaked. He wrapped his arms securely around you and held you close. You couldn't bear to view the place you had once lived in any longer.

Suddenly, you started having an asthma attack. You tried gasping for air but you couldn't get any inside your lungs. Lukas noticed this immediately and scooped you up bridal style. He ran back to your car, opened the passenger door, and put you in the seat. He reached for your purse and found your inhaler. He took the cap off and put it to your mouth, worry actually showing on his face. He pressed the release button and you gasped in the cloud of medicine. He hit the button two more times before you could breathe somewhat properly.

He gave you the inhaler and quickly got in the drivers seat, revved up the engine, and sped off in the direction of his house. You were there within a few minutes, but your mind was still watching your home, the roof half-caved in, the sharp glass of broken windows, and the burnt bodies of your parents. You were too shocked and horrified to do anything but sit there until Lukas coaxed you out.

You trembled as you made your way to the front door for the second time that day. Only this time, your emotions were the exact opposite of those from earlier. Your (e/c) orbs still held water and tears continued to flow from them. Lukas had never seen you like this before, nor had the other Nordics. They were almost as shocked as you when you and Lukas entered. You had your arm slung over his shoulders and he had one arm wrapped around your waist.

"What the heck happened!?" Mathias asked, standing from the couch looking surprised. "Who ever did this, they're gonna get a—"

"Tell that to the heating system," Lukas interrupted, his indigo orbs holding a hint of sadness, which was also a surprise.

"My house," you choked out, "it's gone. My parents are . . . gone." You felt weird stating the facts aloud. You hoped this was just a nightmare, but something inside of you told you that it wasn't. This was for real. You let out another sob and walked to your room. You fell onto the bed and cried your heart out. You didn't know what you were going to do. You cried into your pillow for the longest time until a knock resounded.

You couldn't speak because of all the crying and whoever it was let them self in. You felt the bed dip slightly next to you and the person placed a hand on your back. The gesture was tender and made you cry harder because it was something your parents had done.

"You're going to stay with us," the person said, monotonously. Lukas. He started rubbing his hand on your back, watching you almost sadly.

Your hoarse voice gave a quick, "Thank you," before the tears took over once again. This went on for awhile until he stopped and leaned down. He laid his head in the crook of your neck and held your hands. You couldn't process what this meant because your brain was still processing what you saw earlier. You fell asleep and Lukas brought the (f/c) blankets over your body and tucked you in.

Over the next few days, you weren't exactly your usual self. You were the opposite of yourself. You didn't talk if you didn't need to, and if you absolutely had to speak, they were short answers. The Nordics definitely took notice, especially Lukas.

He observed you closely and noticed you were barely eating, getting paler from staying in your room, and now had dull, lifeless (e/c) eyes. He couldn't stand seeing you like this.

It was three days after the 'incident', and you weren't getting any better. You had sunk into a deep depression, almost oblivious to the world around you. You just didn't—no, couldn't—care anymore. You did the bare minimum to keep yourself alive, but you didn't try to kill yourself. You just thought.

You thought about what it really means to be 'alive' or to be 'dead'. Why we were here in the first place if all we do is suffer. You let your mind roam over the wonders of the world, the universe, and beyond. You were wearing shorts and a tank top. It was cool in your room but you wanted to be colder. You thought about the heat, how useless it is. How heat can kill. You loved the cold, it's truthfulness and the crisp, clean feeling of the bite on your skin.

You slipped out of the house without anyone noticing, and ran in the yard. You fell into the snow with a sigh and let the cold seep into your skin. You closed your eyes and listened.

Silence.

You felt ready to see your parents. You pictured them in your mind. No tears flowed from your eyes. You ran out of tears. You opened your eyes at the rapid crunching of snow getting closer and closer.

"(y/n)! Oh gods, (y/n)!" You heard a voice, familiar yet laced with a hint of worry, which was unusual. Lukas crouched in front of you, holding your frozen cheek in his burning hand. You looked at him with the emptiness you felt in your heart. "What are you doing? You need to come inside."

"I'm perfectly fine," was your cold reply. This took Lukas by surprise, the dullness of your voice with uncaring undertones.

"No your not," came Lukas' stern reply. His eyes softened slightly but his voice was insistent. "You're going to get hypothermia if you stay here any longer."

"I like being here. It clears my mind of all these useless emotions. They only make me suffer."

"Please come inside," he pleaded quietly, caressing your cheek. "Not all emotions cause suffering."

"I believe they do," you whispered. Your mind was going in and out. You felt dazed and yet alert at the same time. You tried to concentrate on what Lukas was saying. 'Go inside' was what your sensible side was saying. 'Stay' was what your agonized side was saying.

"Love?" There's that word again. Love. What is love? You know it's chaotic and foggy yet so crystal clear it's blinding. You looked deep into Lukas' dull eyes and saw something you had never seen before. Could it be love? It was confirmed when the unspeakable happened.

Lukas kissed you.

That kiss sparked the flame again. Your flame. The flame that dimmed when your parents died but Lukas had revived. You could just barely feel your body and you used the last of your strength to kiss him back. His soft, fiery lips moved with your own cold ones, desperately searching for the true you.

Lukas stopped when he felt you stop. He looked at you, so thin and barely breathing. Your skin was so pale, your lips turning blue. You were an angel—his angel—but he couldn't let you leave him. He scooped you up and ran back into his house. He quickly ran to his room, worry written all over his face.

He carefully laid you on his navy blue colored bed. Your breathing was shallow and you were colder than ice. Lukas quickly thought of some way to warm you up. First he locked his door, then he started stripping you of your now-soaking tank top and shorts. He took off basically everything except his Norwegian flag boxers. Then he slid into his bed and brought the blankets over you both.

He hoped you wouldn't think him a pervert, and he brought you closer to his body, his heat radiating off his body in waves. Your back was pressed against his chest, legs tangled together, and Lukas' head nuzzling your neck.

"(y/n), this is worse than sleeping inside a freezer," he muttered, slightly shivering from the coldness your body was giving. He eventually fell asleep, hoping he saved you—both mentally and physically.

You woke up, due to the tickle you felt on the back of your neck. As you awoke, you remembered the previous day's events. You even remembered the kiss you and Lukas shared. As everything started to come back to you, you realized you weren't in your room, and there was someone in the bed with you.

You also realized you were only wearing undergarments.

You gasped and moved your head slightly to get a better look at the person. Arms tightened around your waist and you saw that it was Lukas.

Lukas.

You were in his bed.

Half naked.

"This is interesting," you whispered. Lukas shifted and shushed you gently.

"Shhh my kjære. Go back to sleep," he mumbled, his warm breath tickling your neck. He buried his face deeper into your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair and sighed contentedly. You turned around in his arms to face him. Lukas opened his soft indigo eyes and noticed yours were still dull, yet they now held a spark of life. You smiled slightly and he smiled back.

"I love you, Lukas," you said, full of warmth instead of the coldness that had invaded your body just hours ago.

"Jeg elsker deg," he said softly, pressing his warm lips to yours in a passionate kiss—full of warmth and life.