Jeg Savner Deg || Norway x Reader

Jeg Savner Deg
Norway x Reader



Yeah, you loved your family and all, but you hated the holidays right now.

Each year, your close family gathered together in your parents' house. It didn't fill it up much, since your family wasn't that large to begin with, but it was a fun occurrence.

Moving on, you hated it now. You see, you had to leave your boyfriend's side for a week, since he needed to go with his own family as well. Of course, you could have just gone to one together, his being the closest, but your family didn't know about him. You weren't going to call your parents a week before the holidays, telling them out of the blue you had a boyfriend and that you wouldn't come over this year, huh?

Only one day out of Norway and you were already sulking in your home country, helping your mom bake and decorate gingerbread cookies. Subtlety, though, you had brought a shirt of your Norwegian with your luggage, planning on using it to help you sleep and help you get rid of that plaguing homesickness.

Beloved Norge, pronounced 'nourguë' with a slightly rolled 'r', was now your home of... What, five years now? Six? You didn't exactly remember, truth be told, and you didn't exactly care.

You missed Lukas.

With clouded irises, you iced the little cookie's eyes blue and even added blond hair, unconsciously copying said man's hairstyle. Your mother saw that there was something on your mind, but she kept quiet. She was a bit worried, but she knew you would only brush her off if she pointed it out, telling her you were perfectly fine. It didn't mean she didn't do anything, though, because she tried her best to distract you.

"Hey, do you want to make the song set list for after tomorrow?" she asked you, once you handed her the cookie you had been working on, smirking at the little guy's head.

You smiled and nodded. "Takk, mom" you told her, the first term out of habit. She smiled and chuckled, handing you her iPhone so you could add cute and upbeat Christmas songs on it.

Walking up to where it laid, you grabbed her laptop and headed back upstairs. Turning it on on the dining table and sinking in one of the comfy leather chairs, you logged on to skim through the music she had and started selecting the best ones. As you did so, a little memory flashed back through your mind, draining the life from around you as you let your homesick thoughts melt into it.

"You wanted to show me something?" you asked your friend Lukas in Norwegian, looking around his house out of curiosity. It was the first time you had come over to the blond's place, and you liked how tidy it was. His modern style was really nice too, and the few antiques portraying the Viking era conveniently placed here and there gave a great balance to his place.

"Ja, but would you like coffee first?" he replied in that same language, his bland and blasé tone betraying how he truly felt; happy. Side note, you both always talked in Norwegian.

You chuckled at his offer, but nodded and smiled nonetheless. "Yes please~" you sang, curiosity colouring your voice.

Once you had that cup of coffee, you watched Lukas as he turned on his laptop and just stared at the loading screen. You found it a bit weird, but you didn't question him. If he wanted to show you something on the web, he could have just showed you in that library you both worked in as part-timers. You weren't in the same university, but you both shared a love for books --which was mainly historic/mythologic fiction and sci-fi-- and that had brought the two of you pretty close, no matter how slim the odds had been.

"Okay, tell me what you think..." the Norwegian told you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked at the screen, and noticed it was on YouTube, on a video. As the music started, you couldn't help but stifle a laugh, half expecting what rung through your ears.

"Viking metal?" you asked with a smile as you looked back at him. You had seen that certain band name under such genre during a random Wikipedia search.

"Ja, what do you think?" he asked, even if his monotone voice lacked questioning intonation.

"It's.... Interesting. I like it!" you admitted, widening your smile at him before you turned back at the screen, eyes scanning the cover CD.

The drakkar on it was really pretty, and you started giggling at the horned helmets. It's a misconception about Viking culture, a rather hilarious one at that. It would have been a great grip to slit someone's throat if they even wore one in battle, so quite impractical, huh?

"...Really?" Lukas asked, inwardly but pleasantly surprised.

"Mh-hmm, wanna make me listen to another one?" you requested, glancing back at him for the briefest of seconds, curious to see if he had shown emotion. Nope, nei, none at all.

"Ja" was his only reply, as he typed away another one of his favourite songs from that genre.

The music was a bit different than what you were used to, but you liked it. You liked rock and metal, and that viking metal was a nice addition to your preferences. Back to the present day, you had plugged the earbuds in your phone instead and had started listening to Viking metal songs instead of Christmas themed ones, knowing that only six days remained until you'd see him again.

Then the next two days came, both of them dedicated to decorate and prepare everything for the holidays. After putting up a few crowns of fake conifers here and there on doors and laughing at the fact that it was colder here than back in Norway, you dusted your hands on your clothes as you glanced in the mirror, trying to look at least decent for later that night. You also laughed as your dad childishly begged your mom to open his gift now, something you happily joined in like you used to each year. It's fun just to see what excuse she'll give you both in order to dodge it and decline.

This year, she told you that the outside needed decorating; a snowman would do the trick. With bubbly remains of laughter, you and your dad headed out to build that snow sculpture you both suddenly felt like making. As you rolled the snow, you couldn't help but smile as another pleasant thought rushed through your mind, your repeated menial task uninfluenced by your rogue thoughts.

"I bet you 100 kroner that mine will be better!" Matthias, one of your friends, hollered as he ran towards you and Lukas.

You both were making a little snowman in front of the Norwegian's house. You didn't know why the Dane was around in the first place, but he did like to drop by unannounced. Looking up at the ecstatic blonde, you shrugged with a "Why not?" It wasn't that much so you didn't see the harm in trying, not to mention that you were positive you'd win.

You continued on with your diligent work, sheepishly smiling at Lukas as you could tell that he disapproved of your decision. You figured you had managed to make your smile look pretty adorable, since your clueless heart theif kept helping you.

After a few moments, you declared your work done and looked back at your rival's as he gave it final touches. It looked really nice, and it would have been tough to judge if its head hadn't rolled off, making you burst into hardly stifled laughter. He joined in too, paying up shortly after and helped you put the head back, securely this time.

"Sweetie, you alright?" your father asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts, since you had been aimlessly stroking the snowman's middle snowball as you rounded it up. He knew why you had done so in the first place, but it had been smooth for ten minutes already!

"E-Eh, yeah, just thinking, sorry" you sheepishly replied as you looked at the sculpture, noticing that it was done. "Hot cocoa?" you asked with red cheeks and a hopeful smile, to which he couldn't refuse.

Getting back inside and plopping on the couch, you sighed contentedly as your cold hands made contact with the steaming cup of hot chocolate you had requested. "Takk" you thanked him. Old habits die hard, huh? You didn't want it to die, though.

That same day you built that snowman so long ago was also the day everything had changed for you. It was when Lukas had first asked you out, precisely. Enjoying yourself, you forgot your surroundings once more as you savoured the bitter flavour of your hot drink, the three added marshmallows a sweet gesture on your dad's part. Well, 'asked you out' was what you figured out Lukas did in the end, since he didn't say 'will you go out with me' or anything relatively close to that.....

With rosy cheeks, you laughed as you stopped your skis, the slope right behind you. You had finished before the stoic Norwegian this time, and you were really proud of yourself. It only took a few seconds before he caught up with you, snow flying back as he came to an abrupt stop as well. His subtle smile hidden by his scarf, he led you back towards the ski lifts. All the way over there, bubbly laughter rung from your frozen lips, steam escaping in the January wind. It really was a perfect day to go skiing, something you've become a lot better ever since you had moved to Norway. Seriously, everyone skied here, it was almost frightening...

While you sat on the lift, legs dangling in the emptiness below, you noticed Lukas' hand lightly, almost shyly, grip yours. Elated, you didn't question his action, but you did turn your hand around to take his too. Your smile was contagious for him, but his small grin was still hidden from you by his scarf.

When the outing came to an end, he drove you back to your place. Your equipment in the back, you got it all and he even helped you out, putting it back in its rightful place.

"Takk for accepting" he told you, a shadow of a smile cliging onto his lips, not hidden anymore by his now lowered scarf. It barely widened, making you smile back at how sincere and true it was. Before you could even reply, he had kissed your cheek and was heading back to his car, only to gently wave you goodbye as he drove off.

You just stood there, grinning like an idiot, making links as you now thought yourself stupid to not have made them before.

The doorbell was what snapped you out of your trance this time, and you sprang to get it. You put down your empty mug on the coffee table and then opened the door to let your guests inside, the chilly wind biting at your skin. It didn't take long until everyone was there and having a good time, and the hype even distracted you enough to truly enjoy yourself.

The evening came and went pretty fast, too fast, in your opinion, and it was already time to unwrap the presents. You watched as people received what they wanted, you included.

Your mom then handed you a second gift, to your surprise. Looking at the small wrapped box, the paper was in your favourite colour. Curious, you checked who it was from, and what was your surprise when you only saw your name in beautiful and familiar cursive handwriting.

Carefully opening the little box, you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat when you saw a round pearly light blue and slightly iridescent charm, curved silver plaquettes roughly representing the continents on planet Earth. You beamed as you hooked its fine silver chain around your neck, eyes well-expressing the awe of such a pretty and unexpected present. Your mother didn't take credit, she just stood there.

Confused, you looked inside the box to find the same handwriting, which you knew you had seen somewhere before, on the lid's inner surface.

With a growing smile, you read aloud for yourself; 'Only four days left. Jeg savner deg, skatten min.'