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Skyrim
Norway x Gamer!Reader

"Come on, just admit it"

"Shut it, Dane"

"Nope! Not until you admit it~~!"

"Hell no"

"Come on, isn't it obvious he does?" a voice came from the doorframe. It was my little brother's, Emil.

I looked in his direction, and I stared at him, silently telling him to shut up. It's enough for him to have somehow guessed it on his own, but he really needs to shut up about it. He was leaning against the frame, looking over at me and the Danish idiot, and we were sitting in the dining room. Actually, I had been sitting here all along, engulfed in a book and a nice cup of coffee, and he had come to bug me. No surprises there.

I just don't understand why he mentioned [Name], nor the secret feelings I have for her.

"Bro, you should tell her, ja?" Matt told me, poking my cheek.

I ignored him, taking a sip of my coffee and turned my attention back at my opened book in front of me. He quickly placed his outstretched hand on it, preventing me to actually read.

"Get your hand from off there." I told him, even if pretty much everything I say sounds like an order. It's not like I tried to make it sound different anyways; [Name]'s not here.

"Mmmmmmmh nej! I'll even give you some advice~" he sang, poking my cheek twice.

That's it. I got up, palms slammed against the table and staring down at him, this close to choke him with his own tie. "First of all, leave me alone. Second; no way in helvete."

I walked out of the dining room, passed my startled brother and into the living room. Tino was probably watching TV since I could hear sounds from it as I walked inside. I couldn't see his head stick out from the back of the couch, but he was probably laying down or something.

I was curious about what he was watching, so I walked closer. It didn't look like a movie he'd watch though, with the sounds accompanied by the screen. Wait, that's not a movie...

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"Hahaha! That's what you get, sucker~!" you sang, as your character's sword pierced a simulated Readcoat's chest. You pressed another button to counter and kill another enemy. "Hey, Matt, you should get back here!!" you shouted, not tearing your gaze from the TV screen in front of you. "I'm supposed to helping you with this, remember?!?"

No answer.

Since your mission had just finished, you sat up straight and looked behind you, since the Dane had told you he'd get a snack for the both of you. Instead, casual clothing blocked your vision, and you looked up to see Lukas' navy blue gaze fixed on you. You sheepishly smiled at him, even if your heart was pumping rapidly and your brain; shouting at you to look away. He just blinked and quickly looked at the screen.

You turned back, tightly shutting your eyes for a sec. You forced yourself to prevent your breathing from accelerating and continued playing your beloved video game. "Matt, you coming!?" you shouted again, your voice slightly betraying you by shaking a little from nervousness.

"Bro, you don't have to yell" you head him say, as he got into your field of vision. "I'm going out to buy beer, so don't do anything rash while your alone, kay?" he added, smirking as he opened the front door. You glared at him, cursing yourself to have been stupid enough to confide yourself to the Dane.

"I'm coming with. I need liquorice" Emil explained, pulling on a light jacket.

"Aren't Tino and Berwald here?" a soothing, calm voice asked, coming from somewhere close next to you, startling you.

"Nei, they're at the vet" replied the platinum blonde, since Mathias had already gotten out. "Hana wasn't looking so well"

You nodded, as you realized you were going to be alone with the Norwegian. You didn't get why Mathias would ask you to come over and help him with his gameplay if he wasn't even going to be there. You remembered that the blonde's voice came from next to you, so you turned your head to see him sitting in the couch.

You silently smiled at yourself, and continued on with your missions. You knew that you had naval ones to do, but you really didn't feel like it. For a pretty darn good reason too, but you knew that it would be worth it in the end, so you made your character head towards his ship.

"What's the game?" you heard Lukas say, his voice lacking the intonation needed to actually call it a question.

"Assassin's Creed Three" you replied, glancing at him. You were surprised that he'd spark a conversation with you, but it's not like he had never done it before. It was just pretty rare, but more often with you than anyone else, not that you had noticed in the first place.

He gave you a quick nod, before he seemed to be studying the screen as your character operated the wheel. Your heartbeat accelerated, since you were growing nervous. You know why you didn't want to do the naval missions?

"Oops, hehe...." you sheepishly said, as your boat sank after you had rammed it into a rock, not a minute after your mission had started. "Lemme try that again..."

The next one wasn't better. Nor the one after, or after that one too.

"Dammit..." you mumbled to yourself, as your boat sank yet again.

"Allow me" you heard from your right, startling you again.

You looked in the Norwegian's direction, his hand slightly outstretched towards you. You simply nodded, confused by why he'd ever want to play a video game in the first place but you let it go. You were happy he seemed to take interest in what you loved, so you gingerly handed him your beloved controller, giving him the commands you knew were accurate, as he figured out the others on his own.

He was.... surprisingly good at it. The controls had been a little slow at first, but he easily caught the gist of it and even was able to maneuver through narrow spaces with his full sails on. Your eyes were wide as you watched him, and you even asked him if he was sure he never played a game before.

He had just glanced you, replying a small 'Ja' to confirm that he was speaking the truth.

"I can't believe it! That must be like a second nature for you!" you exclaimed, a grin painted on your face as you ignored the signals your heart was sending you. You looked back at the screen, and just stared, mouth agape, as he practically took down a whole fleet without taking damage, not even once.

You were sure that once the mission would be over, he'd give you back the remote out of lost interest, but he kept playing. He asked you a few, brief questions as he did, helping him to make sure that the land commands had sunk in before he set off for the storyline missions.

You couldn't believe it! The Lukas Bondevik was playing a video game, and he wasn't half bad. He was spectacular on naval missions, but he died quite a few times on land. After he had died for the fifth time, he gave you back the controller and you finished the mission he had continued.

"So?" you asked him, as you hit pause after you finished the tricky mission. "Do you like it?" you asked him, a grin plastered on your face.

He stayed silent for a few seconds. "Nei, not really" he stated, as your soaring heart suddenly dropped. Wait, what? "It's good, but the ship thing is the only thing that interests me."

"Oh..." you choked out, your gaze drifting to the floor. An idea suddenly surged in your mind, and you shot up. You walked towards Mathias' video game library, and you got out a black case with a silver dragon on it. "You might like this better" you told him, once you changed the DVDs.

He didn't reply, but he stared at the black case after you had given it to him. He flipped it over, as if he was studying it before he spoke up. "Skyrim?"

"This one is kinda inspired by Norse culture... Not everything is, but enough to be pretty obvious." you added with a smile as you plopped back down beside him.

Lukas nodded, but, as usual, you couldn't read him. He still had the straightest face anyone could ever have. You didn't understand why Mathias called him 'emotionless' because it was clear to you he had some. I mean, he got annoyed, and that's an emotion, right? If he really was 'emotionless' nothing would bother him and he'd do absolutely nothing all day.....

He just didn't really let them show, is all.

The game finally loaded, and the Norwegian stared at the screen. You wrapped your arms around your knees, since you had brought them to your chest. You watched as he easily mastered the commands as he played.

"So?" you risked, after half an hour of gameplay.

He caught in quick. "I like it better." was his plain response, and you smiled to yourself, happy to have thought about it.

He continued to play, and silence invaded the room once again. Since you were pretty sure that his attention was focused on the game, you let your thoughts wander. Why? Why did you have to have fallen for him, the one guy that was so closed to the world around him that even the smallest hint of a smile never twitched his lips?

Why did only the sight of him made you smile, and giddy with happiness? Why did every stolen glances in his direction made you wish you had caught him staring at you? Why?

You inwardly chucked, bitter smile dominating your features as the thoughts echoed in your mind. You told yourself to move on countless of times, telling you that there was no way that he could feel the same about you, but every time you had given up, something sparked back to life the dying embers of hope, deep within your heart.

For example, a few weeks ago, the same day you once told yourself you would get over him you hung out with your five friends. Well, Mathias, actually, and the other four were inside the house so you say you were with the five of them. Anyways, you were having a Dance Dance Revolution competition with the loud Dane, and you had gotten yourself a glass of water. Each time you drank all of it, Lukas always got you more, even if you never asked for it.

Another one, another day that you had given up was one time when you went shopping with them. You couldn't keep yourself away from the video game store, and your gamer eyes skimmed the shelves, looking for a particular, newly released game that wasn't really popular. Lukas had helped you, and he found it. He didn't show it to you until he had bought it for you.

It was little things like that that made you unable to let go, because your mind was racing with thoughts that went like this;

Why does he do this just for me?'

'Why would be bother in the first place?'

'Is this how he expresses his emotions?'

You knew that you were over thinking all of this, but a heart that loves just wants to have a pretext to find what it wants to be true to actually be true. That's what you figured, anyways.

"[Name], what's wrong?" you heard a calm, but toneless voice call out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turned your attention to the navy blue-eyed Norwegian, as you noticed that he had hit the menu screen button. You gave him a fake smile, your depressing thoughts still too fresh in your mind for it to be genuine.

"Nothing, I was just zoning out, sorry" you said, as the fake, sheepish smile hadn't faltered from your lips.

"I'm not Danish, I can tell something's wrong." was his only reply, as your face fell.

You didn't know what to answer. You couldn't just... tell him now could you? No, no you couldn't. Even the idea itself of confessing to him was terrifying.

You tensed up as a pair of strong arms pulled you into an awkward hug, the sudden contact paralyzingly you. What the hell had gotten into him? First, he played a video game, then, he suddenly liked human contact.

....or at least he hugged you first.

As your cheeks were slowly getting warmer, the lost hope in your heart rekindled. Why did this had to always happen?! Always!

"[Name]?" you heard him, barely above a whisper. "......C-Cheer up, will you?"

You looked up at him, the stutter in his voice made you flinch. What was that all about? As you looked at his face, which was pretty close to yours because of his awkward embrace, you noticed the slightest of shades of pink tinting his own cheeks.

"Because... I hate to see you like this..." the Norwegian added, his voice as emotionless as ever, but you could have sworn you had heard it crack ever so slightly. "And...."

You didn't even look at him anymore. Your gaze was shifting everywhere but at him, nervous as hell to be that close to your long-time crush out of his own will. You were too busy with trying to suppress blood from crawling up your cheeks even more.

"To hell with it" was the only thing your heard before your chin was caught between two of his fingers, bringing you to face him, and he gently crashed his lips into yours.

Everything was so sudden, you hadn't even realized you were kissing Lukas back before you were more than halfway into it. His lips were soft against your own, all of the tender emotions he had spent so long hiding were poured into this one, sweet first kiss, making you wonder if all of it was just a dream.

When you had to pull back for the accursed particle called 'oxygen', you both stared into each other's eyes, foreheads lightly pressed against each other. You both leaned in at the same time for another kiss, which turned out to be even sweeter than the first, if that was even possible.

But what truly made your heart soar was because you had realized that, after all, those had truly been the ways he expressed his feelings for you.