Death. - Norway x Reader.

This is a story told by me - Lukas Bondvik.

I call the proud country of Norway home, just as five million others do as well.

I visited [Your hometown name] three winters ago. What I returned home with was a girl that I hopelessly fell in love with.

Her name? It'll never leave my mind though she faded. It was (Name).

Let time retell our story.

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"I'm sorry!" You bumped into someone, falling back on your behind - onto the soft snowy ground, covered in white.

His pale eyes didn't bother to look at you. The man only hummed and walked off. Yet, that was the time you grew attracted to him, almost like a magnetic pole - or two ions with negative and positive charges; both attracting one another.

You returned each day, hoping to seek the man. It was strange, because that one evening - he came back as you fell asleep on the bench.

"You'll freeze out here." You remembered him holding you in his arms, with you faintly murmuring a small 'thank you' before dozing off again.

You awoke that late night, alone in a hotel room. You had been left there by him. He didn't do anything inappropriate, really - and you were glad of that. You ran down to the lobby, seeing him at the reception table. You huffily ran to his side, pulling his sleeve.

"S-Sir," you puffed out a harsh breath. "What's your name...?"

"Lukas," he replied lowly. "Lukas Bondvik."

You smiled in between eye contacts with Lukas. Each gaze was almost deadly.

"I'm (Name)," you replied smiling. "(Name) (Last name). It's a pleasure to meet you." Your hand reached out to the center, hoping he'd return the manner.

"Same to you." Lukas's hand went to the center, took yours and shook it. "You should rest, really. You almost got frostbites."

"Are you a doctor, Lukas?"

"How did you know?"

"You are so knowledgeable." Your grin got him to look away, a faint tint of red at the bottom of his cheeks.

"Y-You shouldn't say that. Many people are smarter than I am."

"Well, to me - you're very smart."

There was a slight hint of silence in the air before Lukas smiled.

"Thank you, (Name)."

That evening, you and Lukas settled for dinner. Candlelight dinner, perhaps.

"Why were you there in the park? It was freezing."

"I... was waiting for you." Lukas's eyes widen.

"There's no reason to, really."

As dinner reached an end, you walked out of the restaurant - hand shuffling along your own stride, touching Lukas's.

Lukas took the chance to take your hand into his, still looking cooly ahead of him.

Perhaps looking too into space happily, Lukas walked out to the sidewalk without paying much attention. The honks filled the air.

A push caused Lukas to fall back onto the sidewalk.

The impact was too much to take onto yourself.

The car hurriedly drove off, but unfortunately hit the corner lights - stopping there, gas leaking out of its engine.

"(Name)! (Name!)" Lukas took you into his arms, calling your name endlessly.

It seemed impossible to wake you as your hand dropped onto the bare sidewalk.

A smile was all that you left before fading from the world.

It was three weeks later until he prepared a funeral for you. He had decided to marry you so he could have you to himself - that your soul won't be lonely in Heaven.

"Do you, Lukas Bondvik promise to take (Name) (Last name) as your wedded wife?" The father's eyes were glaring between you and Lukas himself. Probably thinking to himself that Lukas must have some sorts of problems.

"I do." Lukas only knelt next to your corpse, putting the ring on your left ring finger.

He only watched your body enter the coffin and into the bare soil below the Mother Earth.

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This is a story told by me - Lukas Bondvik.

I call the proud country of Norway home, just as five million others do as well.

I visited [Your hometown name] three winters ago. What I returned home was nothing but an empty soul and a heartbroken mind.

Her name? It'll never leave my mind though she faded. It was (Name).

And I know I'll love her forever.