Kongeriket Norge

Independent, semi-selective and canon divergent APH Norway, written by Ry

[kongerixet-norge]

oh boy look at all these new followers

y’all this blog is archived, i’m at kongerixetnorge now

[kongerixet-norge]

Okay, I think I’ve gone through and re-followed everyone from my new blog. 

[kongerixetnorge]

Private, selective

Canon-divergent (like… a lot)

OC friendly

mun & muse are of age

one year with this dork as of… three weeks from now?

recently remade!

check the about and rules please

written by Ry!

[kongerixet-norge]

surprise! my URL has changed

I remade! Same URL, new blog.

I’m not closing this one, it’ll remain up as an archive, but I’m at @kongerixetnorge now. If you head over there make sure to look over the pages, I’ve changed quite a bit. Including the fact that Lukas is no longer called Lukas. 

I’ll get to messaging those of you I have threads with, and we can finish them out here with the old name and stuff if you’d like, rather than move threads to the new account.

I’ll queue this post a couple times over the next few days.

Thanks for your time!

[kongerixet-norge]

surprise! my URL has changed

I remade! Same URL, new blog.

I’m not closing this one, it’ll remain up as an archive, but I’m at @kongerixetnorge now. If you head over there make sure to look over the pages, I’ve changed quite a bit. Including the fact that Lukas is no longer called Lukas. 

I’ll get to messaging those of you I have threads with, and we can finish them out here with the old name and stuff if you’d like, rather than move threads to the new account.

I’ll queue this post a couple times over the next few days.

Thanks for your time!

[kongerixet-norge]

sverige-san     

Berwald quietly set to work making up the coffee Lukas had asked for before stepping over to set the mug down gently onto the table before him. Then turning to step back over to the counter once again to begin pouring himself a cup as well. Once that task was complete he took a good gulp of his coffee and sighed in content. “Mm..” He hummed, moving to take the cup to the table and set it down where he would probably be seated soon enough.

     “What would you like for breakfast?” The swede asked as he once again turned for the cupboards. He had a rather large home, and rather a small staff that did come in to clean, but he didn’t have them make him food. But would Lukas enjoy it if he paid one of the staff a bit extra to cook his meals? He was a little uncertain how the other man had lived these past years as they had been apart.. the Norwegian under Denmark’s rule. Had he been pampered, or forced to live a more poor lifestyle like himself for years. Something told him that Lukas hasn’t been pampered.

Lukas silently accepted his coffee, blue eyes following the Swede as he returned to the counter. “You don’t have to cook for me. I don’t expect you to.” Breakfast wasn’t usually much more than coffee for him anyway, but that wasn’t his point. Lukas doesn’t need special treatment, and he's not expecting to get it. Berwald could go about his day like he would without the Norwegian there. 

Lukas would be civil, he’d do what was expected of him, but he wouldn’t pretend he wanted to be there. And he didn’t expect Berwald to convince him. An unlikely occurrence anyway, and letting things remain as normal as possible would be for the best.

[kongerixet-norge]

nordenskulde

“Oh I’m sure you did, however I’ve been lucky enough to not have to suffer through it, if that’s the case,” she likes having his attention, no matter if they’re just arguing or the likes, if they’re being rude or cruel to each other. She likes knowing he’s listening to her, because it means he’ll know her and her opinions. It’ll mean that if he deviates from her wishes, she’ll know he’ll do it knowing it’s not what she wants. “I just thought I’d mention it because of your book, it was too good of a remark to pass up on.”

“Maybe it’s only your day I’m trying to ruin, there wouldn’t be much point in a book then would there? It’s just so easy to give you things to dislike. I’m sure you have a list of grievances long enough to write a book, yourself.” He’s not looking at his reading, even if he did pick it up again. He wasn’t so involved in it he’ll ignore her.

[ithelpstodream]

sorry to interrupt your scrolling but this is very important news

[thequotejournals]

I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via wordsnquotes)

[youvegotrpmemes]

Another 100 Random RP Starters

- does include some swearing; feel free to edit when sending in an ask to fit character’s speech

“No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare try to pin the blame on me.”

“Did you even bother to think about the consequences?”

“Listen here you useless paperclip!”

“Meerkats are murderous little bastards.”

“For the record, I hate everything.”

“Do you even remember me?”

“Did you know the guy who wrote Sherlock Holmes may have killed a man?”

“I’m going to join NASA and fling myself into the sun.”

“I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

Keep reading

[whenthestarsarefalling]

[kongerixet-norge]

❝ Change the channel and I’ll kill you. ❞

And his hands are off the remote. “Didn’t know you were so invested in… what is this?”

[konigsberggg]

@kongerixetnorge

It had taken a lot of persuasion, but Ludwig was finally trusting Gilbert with diplomatic relations, entrusting his older brother with the task of persuading Norway to enter a trades deal with Germany. Gilbert hardly cared about the deal, back when he ruled Europe the only thing that had mattered was war and his own people, not anyone else’s. But in this modern day of friendly diplomacy and avoidance of war, Gilbert supposed he had to adapt to the new way that nations acted. 

He had in his briefcase all the paperwork and details needed for the deal, but that wasn’t what was on his mind during the plane ride to Oslo- instead Gilbert was contemplating how long it had last been since he had done any sort of business with other nations, the last time had to have been when the wall was up. Not too long ago, but long enough to make him rusty, almost nervous (but he would never admit it, the great Prussia was never nervous!). 

His arrival in Oslo was pleasant enough, and soon he found himself shaking hands with the Scandinavian country himself. “Lukas,” Gilbert began with a curt smile, his handshake firm, his tone serious (Germany had got it from somewhere after all). “It’s been too long- shall we get right to business?”

[kongerixet-norge]

Gilbert was not who Lukas was expecting. His meeting was with the German representative- that was supposed to mean Ludwig, not his ex-nation brother. Although he supposed Gilbert was better than some government nobody, that would just be insulting. If Ludwig would send him in his place, he must be capable of negotiation, and he must still have some kind of diplomatic power. 

He returned Gilbert’s handshake with a slight nod of his head. “Of course, I’m interested in hearing your proposal. It has been a long time, I trust you’ve been well?”

[enstorie]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

[enstorie]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  rough ( some nsfw ) edition.

[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.

[ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.

[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument.

[ pin ] to roughly grab my muses wrists.

[ tug ] to roughly grab my muses hair.

[ rip ] or [ rip + name clothing piece ]  to roughly rip a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ] to spank my muse.

[ choke ] to choke my muse. 

[ push ] to roughly push my muse onto a bed.

[luvbey]

i want coffee not feelings

[kongerixet-norge]

sverige-san

     Berwald simply shook his head, perhaps reluctant to really think about the situation that had lead to his lack of memory, his absence of control over his own emotions or his actions. He’d never hurt anyone by choice.. But he had essentially done so without memory of his actions, and his eyes couldn’t meet Lukas’s in such shame. How could be hurt someone he considered to be close to him, when so many others kept their distance.

     “I don’t know.. Or I.. s’ppose I don’ remember..” He mumbled as he let his head hang lower for a moment, contemplating what that really meant. Sure, he had done some digging on why himself, but he wasn’t quick to jump on the idea that he might be mentally insane or damaged. Though it was beginning to look like something was wrong with his head, indeed.

“Do you at least know when it started?” If not a reason, then at least a starting point. They could find a reason from there, hopefully. Lukas was curious to how long this had been a problem as well. How long had Berwald neglected to tell anyone he was suffering from memory blackouts where he wasn't himself? Hopefully it wasn't too long. He was completely at a loss of what to do. A simple head injury wouldn’t cause this, not in people like them. That would heal. This was apparently something beyond that capability, and Lukas  didn’t know what else to do.