[Norway x Reader] Little Things

     The young woman lay on the couch, curled into her sleeping boyfriend's chest. In sleep his face was peaceful, unlike its often emotionless (and when it wasn't, then irritated) waking expression, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest-combined with the rhythmic beating of his heart- soothed her. 

     She chuckled as she saw his lips move slightly in his sleep, and then his beautiful violet-blue eyes flickered open. 

     "[y/n]?" He asked sleepily, drawing her closer. 

     "Right here," she murmured, snuggling into his warm arms. "You must be pretty tired." [y/n] looked up mischievously at Lukas, a small smile playing across her lips. He was extremely handsome, even with his light blonde hair ruffled and cross pin nowhere to be seen. 

     The Norwegian just laughed, a sound that the woman had heard precious few times since she'd known him. "Maybe I am, kjaere," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. 

     Her heart fluttered. Despite them having been together almost three years, she still couldn't stop it (not that she would want to). Even now, after all this time, Lukas could leave her blushing and tongue-tied with ease. 

     And it wasn't just that. She couldn't help but crave the smallest, most innocent things in their relationship; the things he so freely gave. 

     The sweetness he would show her when they were alone. 

     The way he held her in his arms like he would never let her go. 

     The way his lips would find hers spontaneously, causing her entire face to go red with embarrassment. 

     Just things like this morning, waking up on the couch after a movie binge of [favorite movie series], made [y/n] dizzy with happiness. 

     Because besides all of that, he was hers. He loved her, and he was never going to let go. How could he? Their fates were so closely intertwined by now; the mutual bond of love very nearly unbreakable. 

     "Penny for your thoughts?" Lukas asked quietly, running his fingers through her hair. 

     Too embarrassed to share what she'd really been thinking, [y/n] made something up before shifting a little so that her [e/c] eyes could meet his. "Oh, just how you asked me out." A little chuckle escaped her lips. "I was crying over some personal problems-" Funny how now those problems are overshadowed by everything else, huh? She thought drily- "and you were trying to comfort me. I'm pretty sure the question slipped out accidentally, and then the great Lukas almost lost his cool!" she teased, eyes glimmering with amusement. 

    Was that a blush rising on his cheeks? "I did not almost lose my cool," the blonde muttered, avoiding [y/n]'s gaze. "And me asking you was perfectly intentional. I-I thought it would cheer you up." 

     She laughed. Yes, that definitely was a blush she could see! 

     Then one of her eyebrows arched slightly and she couldn't help but laugh again, reaching up to move a stray lock of fine blonde hair out of his eyes. "If that was the truth then it worked... But whatever you say, I'm fairly certain that wasn't your original intention." 

     He rolled his eyes, sighing and muttering something incomprehensible in his native language. [y/n] loved it when he did that; even if she couldn't understand the words, the steady rhythm of his voice- no longer monotone in her presence- was lovely to her ears. 

    "I love you, you know that right?" Lukas asked suddenly, looking at [y/n] with an earnest expression that was very uncharacteristic of him. 

     The young woman nodded, smiling. "Yes. And I love you too, you know." [y/n] could smell coffee from the kitchen, along with what she thought was bacon from breakfast. It was probably Emil, Lukas's younger brother, up to get himself some breakfast. She sighed, knowing that she should get up but having no inclination whatsoever to move from her current position. 

     "Go back to sleep, elskling," her boyfriend whispered in her ear as he gently pulled her closer. And she was tired; already [y/n]'s eyes were fluttering shut, her breathing beginning to deepen. They had stayed up quite late, after all.

      Eventually she, with all of her faults and tendency to make mistakes, would have to get up to face the day; to face life. But for now she could rest in Lukas's arms, and be reassured that when she did have to face the world head on she would have him at her side. 

     It's nice to know that you're loved, [y/n] thought sleepily, consciousness beginning to ebb. 

     Lukas's low voice was the last thing she heard before sleep overtook her and dreams filled her mind.  

     "Jeg elsker deg, [y/n]..."