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Norway x Reader - No Favor Is Free - Chapter 1

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            I closed my eyes. I had to choose carefully, so I chose…Lukas.

            I look to Lukas wearily then looked back at Vladimir.

            Vladimir sighed. “Ce păcat...” He stood up. “She’s all yours, Norge.” He said then seamed to evaporate into the shadows.

            Arthur nodded to me again and, without a word, dissolved out of his seat in a puff of smoke.

            I stiffened and grabbing my seat, eyes wide.

            Lukas stood as well, but instead of vanishing he walked towards me. As he moved towards me, the candles flickered and turned blue. Another thing, the temperature dropped to the point that I could see my breath.

            I shook, both from fear and the cold.

            “Do you agree to the terms set for the contract?” He asked, basically repeating his question from earlier. Once he reached me he removed a blade from under his cloak. It flickered and I flinched, closing my eyes. The image of Charlie flickered in my head, first of him in the hospital—face pale and cheeks flushed—then of him as he was the day before he’d collapsed—(h/c) hair still glossy and bright (e/c) eyes with pre-mature smile-lines.

            “Yes, I agree.” I said.

            I expected to feel the blade cut my skin, but instead I felt a slight tug on my hair, hearing a quiet snip.

            I opened my eyes again in time to watch him catch a lock of (h/c) hair in a handkerchief. He folded it up neatly then made it vanish under his robe.

            His face showed no emotion and that was why I chose him. He was straight forward from the moment he spoke; he wasn’t here because he played games. In many ways, this scared me more than the other two did.

            Suddenly I realize what it was that made him scarier than the others: he was somehow less human than them. He didn’t have (or at least seemed not to have) emotions of any kind.

            “(f/n)?”

            I jumped. “Yes?”

            “Who recommended you?”

            “M-Mathias Køhler, he said you did him a…favor and told me to come here.” I said. “He works as a bouncer here. He’s a friend of my brother’s.”

            An eyebrow somehow made its way up his face without affecting the rest of his face. “Mathias?” I nodded. “I see.”

            He stepped away from me. “Farvel, (f/n).” He said, turning away.

            “Wait!” I called after him. “When will my brother be better?”

            He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me. “Soon.” He said cryptically then vanished like the others, this time snuffing out all the candles.

            I sat in the dark for a minute, wrapping my arms around my knees and taking a deep breath.

            I realized I hadn’t asked him what he wanted from me.

 

            I checked on Charlie every day and three days after that, he woke up. The moment the doctor called me I rushed to the hospital, but it wasn’t till after seeing him sitting up and choking down tatter tots that I burst into tears.

            He smiled up at he, his face still a little red. “Hi, squirt.”

            I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Charles (l/n), you no-good—!”

            “Hey!” He interrupted. “What happened to my sweet little sister?”

            “You!” I exclaimed. “What were you thinking? Fool!” I hugged him tighter and cried.

            He hugged me back. “I’m sorry.” He said. “How about this? Once I’m better we leave town and go somewhere warm. Somewhere with good food to, somethin’ must’ve died in my mouth.” He said, wrinkling his nose and glaring at his tatter tots scornfully.

            “Yeah, your brain cells.” I retorted. “Your fever must have fried them, cause the doctors said that if it got any higher your body would’ve gone into shock and killed you.” Honestly? He wanted to go somewhere hot? With his fever? Nuh-uh!

            He blinked. “Fever? Dang, (f/n), is that why the nurse wouldn’t get me an extra blanket?”

            I blinked. “Blanket? You mean you’re cold?”

            He wrapped his arms around himself. “The doc thinks it’s just a normal cold now or something, but sheesh.” He shivered. “So what do you say, just leave for a week or two?”

            I started to answer that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, but suddenly I felt a small just of air on the back of my neck and an icy jolt shot through my body. I felt eyes on my back warning me.

            “N-no.” I stuttered. “I-I have a test in class and I need to study.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “And you’re right, it is cold in here.” I said.

            Something flickered in Charlie’s expression, but it was there and gone in an instant.

            I stood up. “I’ll ask the nurse to bring you a blanket.” I promised. “By the way, Mathias told me to tell you when you wake up that you better get well soon ‘cause apparently you’re the only tender that won’t cut him off after eighteen drinks.”

            He laughed and gave me a thumbs-up. “Don’t do drugs!” He told me cheerfully.

            I rolled my eyes and left, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile.

            The cold I felt hadn’t been from the room, it’d been from Lukas somehow and apparently he didn’t want me to leave the area. I wouldn’t say that my brother’s in fighting shape, but he would certainly live.

            Not even five steps from the room, I heard something clatter to the ground. I looked over my shoulder to check on my brother then immediately turned around and ran back into the room.

            “NURSE!” I screamed.

            Charlie was completely slumped over, the machine he was hooked up to going insane. When I caught his arm it felt almost hot enough to actually burn me.

            A doctor and nurse rushed into the room and pushed me out of the way.

            For a moment I saw my breath and when I looked out the window, a pair of blue eyes could be seen through the window before a thin layer of mist formed on the glass, obscuring everything from sight.
           

            An hour and a half later, as I lay in bed I wrapped myself up in my blanket. I still felt a little cold despite it being July.

            It had only been a scare at the hospital, the fever had come back full swing then he was fine a minute later, but the message was clear.

            Lukas gave my brother his life and could take it away just as quickly.

            I wished…no prayed…that Lukas would just call in that favor as soon as possible.

 

~3rd Person~

            Lukas sat quietly in his room, the light turned off and a small, (h/c) braid—tied on either end with a little bit of (f/c) string—wrapped around the knuckles of his clenched fist.

            He worried it with his thumb while he thought about the girl it belonged to. First off, she was intelligent and very insightful.

            And just like the others, he had an idea what he wanted from her. At least, he thought so.

            He held the braid to his lips, closing his eyes then opening them again. This time his eyes had become cloudy, as if the ice magic he was so fond of had frozen the liquid in his eyes.

            He saw the girl lying awake in her room, a blanket pulled around her. He could feel just the barest brush of her emotions and thoughts. Worry, indecision, regret—they all bounced around like air in a storm. Something he was happy to feel though, was the assured feeling of relief she felt. He’ll live, was basically the gist of what her mind was whispering. He also felt the distinct sensation he got when he touched a mind that was thinking about him.

            He pulled the braid away from his lips and blew on it so a blast of hot air rather than cold hit her.

            She jumped and bumped her head on her headboard. Lukas. There it was again.

            He wasn’t stupid, he knew that she would be looking for a way out of their contract and he had to make it clear to her that he wasn’t going to let her cheat her way out, that display in the hospital had mad that more than clear to her that he was the one to fear.

            Calmly, he let go of the braid, letting the connection break.

            He remembered the way she’d wrapped herself in her blanket like a caterpillar in a chrysalis. She would react to any kind of magic he used. If he made a thunderstorm, any metal she touched would shock her; if he made it rain she would feel wet.

            Wait…that wasn’t a very appropriate thing to think about.

            While she was pretty…very pretty…Lukas didn’t want to think about her in that way, not with a contract in place.

            He lay back in bed, tucking the braid in his pillowcase.

            He would just have to see how this all played out.

This is the first part of Norway's storyline via the Magic Trio x Reader that I have available: here

How did I do? It seemed a little different from my normal way of writing (blippin 2 am while I'm writing this, so that may be why).

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