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Summer and tro-lolo-lo buttons
It was fairly hot today behind the counter at (name)'s job. And by fairly hot she means sohot that not even the come'n'go flies could fly around the stations isles of snacks and motor oil. Currently bussiness was slow, making (name) not only hotter form the heat but very bored. "What I wouldn't do to take a breif step in the back fridge..." she mumbled, she knew she could do that but being the only employee there and with the AC temporarily out of order, she had to maintain your place in case of a customer.
After re-buttoning for the millionth time on her snug (f/c) sleeveless t-shirt, she heard the door chime and snapped her (e/c) eyes up to meet a pair of familiar hazel eyes.
"Hello Lovi! How's life?" For the past few weeks when (name) got her job, Lovino Vargas would occasionally come to her store and fill up his red ferrari. Of course, (name) found the sharp-tongue italian cuteand had a tight bound of the common cas
A Little Talk With The Boss - ReaderxBoss!Norway
A Little Talk with the Boss
A Norway x Reader Story
Typing away with your neatly polished nails and a gentle sigh as you got into work, you had not noticed the time or the fact that your boss was late!
You’d been working with the Scandinavian Company for two years now and you’d risen in the ranks to be the boss’ personal assistant… well, alongside Denmark and Iceland of course. You’d enjoyed the company under Sweden but when Sweden had pulled Norway up as the co-boss; your new job was quite irritating. It was probably because Lukas was such a handsome guy, but for all his beauty there was a real arrogant streak that just grated on your nerves.
In reality, it had been Emil that had gotten you the job here when you’d graduated from college together… and it had been Lukas who’d you were initially the assistant for… but when he had decided to go abroad to get the company reputation up you had been working und
Reading Norwegian (Norway x Reader)He is always calm, collected, and stoic-featured. His blue eyes can intimidate anyone who does not know him with the fear that they are boring him. His feelings are hidden behind an uncaring mask that people cannot figure out. Even his brothers do not understand what he is feeling, and always have to rely on one person to tell them.
She has known Lukas for a shorter period of time than most, but she can read him like a book. This, honestly, scares Lukas in an oddly pleasant way. To know that someone like (y/n) can read him. To know that someone understands creates a strangely calm feeling within the blond.
She sits next to Lukas, staring down at a book in her lap without really reading it. Her (e/c) eyes scan the page but do not comprehend what she is reading. He knows this because she has not turned the page in a good five minutes. Granted, she is reading Norwegian, a language she has only just started to learn.
But she is determined. Determined to become flue
Because... [Norway X Reader]You walked out to the snow covered sidewalk outside the school gates, hurrying your steps.
"Ah, Lukas! I'm sorry to have you wait for so long." You said as you two began your walk to your homes. You lived right next to each other and were childhood friends. Everyday you walked to school and back, together.
"It can't be helped." He said bluntly, walking by you side, brushing his shoes through the snow.
You two walked silently, like you'd always. He never started a conversation whenever you two would walk home, and neither would you. The presence of each other was enough though, silence was never a problem with both of you. Sometimes you would hum a song, he'd ask what song it is, you'd answer, and the conversation ends with you smiling. He never did though. But you knew him long enough that his usual blunt face, was his natural.
But this time, when you both neared home, he asked you something that took you aback.
"Can I court you?"
You stopped in your tracks, your c
Norway x Reader: Once Upon a December
~Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory~
You remembered fond memories as you flipped through a scrapbook you made years ago. You found a page of photographs of you and the Nordic Five. You were wearing a light blue and white dress that looked like it was sprinkled with snow.
Norway was wearing a dark blue suit and a white tie. He had an arm wrapped around your waist and a small smile.
That night was a vivid memory in your mind
“We get to go there in a carriage!?” You squealed as Lukas helped you onto a open-roofed chariot pulled by two grey horses with snow-white manes and tails.
“Only the best for my princess” he smiled and sat beside you before snapping the reins, causing the horses to trot at a quick pace. You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder.
Never Too Late 06 [Agent!Norway x Agent!Reader]
Warning: Minor Language
Chapter 06: Sleepless Nights
"Hey, you awake?" Mathias asked as he tried pushing the back of Lukas' seat.
"I am, now." Lukas looked over to his back and glared at him. "What do you want?"
"How's (name)?" He asked, smirking.
"She's asleep. Now, keep quiet." Lukas said as he turned away and closed his eyes.
"You asleep, now?"
"Damn it, Mathias. Everyone's asleep. Shut up." Emil groaned and turned to his back.
"Hey, Lukas?" Mathias whispered as he poked Lukas' cheek.
"Can I borrow your phone?" Mathias pouted.
"I'm bored. You got any games there?"
"If I lend you my phone, will you shut up?" Lukas raised an eyebrow as he took out his phone.
"Yeah." He grinned and quickly grabbed it. "Thanks!"
"Hey~! I didn't know you had (favourite/random game) in your phone!"
"Hey! Your phone's almost dead! Should I-"
"My trigger finger is twitching, Mathias. Please, be quiet." Tino said as he closed his eyes, once again.
[Norway x Reader] Another Christmas Eve
(f/b) - favorite book
(y/n) - your name
(g/n) - girl's name
"We should get back, kjære." I jumped, startled, not expecting to be embraced. I didn't need to see who it was, because the deep voice belonged to none other then Lukas Bondevik, my husband. He had walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Uh...ja, we should," I said, setting the new edition of (f/b), back in it's stack. He reached forward, taking my hand into his and leading me out of the crowded shop named 'Arthur's og Vladamir's bøker og magi forsyninger' (Arthur's and Vladamir's book and magic store), onto the, even more crowded streets of Oslo. Oh, how I loved to walk the streets of Oslo this time of year. It was always so beautiful, with all the festive, colorful lights and decorations, along with the glistening, white snow that covered everything. We walked down the crowded streets of the city, during
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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