Norway x Reader x Iceland

Norway x Reader x Iceland

Dead Man Can Dance

The rain felled on his face as he watched her from the shadows. Regret, sorrowfulness and loneliness filled him, as he watched her happy form twirling in the rain, watched her smile

'Why are you so happy? Why are you smiling?'

her laugh filled his ears, a sound he hadn't heard in a long time. He missed it as he missed   her happy personality, her clumsiness... He took a step forward towards her form

'Did.. did you forget about me already?'

She danced with him, lifting the boy of the floor and he laughed, but this time he felt nothing. Perhaps sorrowfulness? Yes it could be it.

'Hey _____? I still miss you. I miss you're touch, your beautiful lips caressing mine. You're soft skin skidding mine. Did you love me at all? I really miss you'

She stopped and sent the boy inside the house. He obeyed and took the small white dog with him.
It was only the two of them. They stepped the same grass, breath the same air, sense the same rain. But still, it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted to embrace her, fill his arms with her.

Her e/c looked at him and she smiled. Her feet started to move towards him as her smile grew by the minute. The same smile could be seen on his face. It was warm, a smile he only sent at her. He was known for being emotionless and expressionless. But not towards her. She could make the impossible happen. He watched intensively her feet walking towards him as if he was afraid she could vanished or change her course.

''Daddy!!'' The small blond boy exited the house and ran towards him with wide open arms, giggling non-stop ''Daddy!! Daddy!! Pick me up!!''

She looked at him and laugh, the little boy getting closer to him.  He bent down and opened his arms to hold him and waited for the impact with closed eyes.

Waited, until the blond boy ran past by him, hugging a figure that was behind him.

''Hey there!!'' The platinum man smiled at the small boy and picked him up throwing him into the air.

''Emil!! Don't throw him like that!!'' She yelled at him with a frown. He started to laugh so hard that the frown enveloped to a smile.

''Don't worry he likes it. Don't you Lukas?'' Something stirred inside the man. He wanted to cry. Lukas Bondevick wanted to cry for the first time he could remember, while watching the small child in the lap of the platinum haired man.

''Well I don't like it. It scares me to death if something happened to you Lukas!!''

''Mama! Don't worry!! You and Papa will always be there!''

Sadness crossed her face, but she shook it off. She chuckled while looking at her husband and her child.

'Hey _____. Remember when we walked together in that colorful garden? How you talked about children all the time and said I would be an excellent role-model? How we were going to marry in your hometown? How we were going to grow old together?'

He started to walk towards the shadows as the family ran to the house so they wouldn't get wetter.

'Hey ____ since when did you started to dance with another man besides me? You promised me you would only dance with me.'

He watched her form getting blurred as tears ran free on his face. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to dance with her like those days when nothing else mattered. It was only the two of them- hugging and slow-dancing.

'But... Dead man can't dance, can they?'