An Unreadable Atlas

Kristian Skoglund. Ageless. Timeless. And lacking in patience when he's coffeeless. So beware, you approach someone capable of being a pain in the ass. Formerly @allfornorway, an APH Norway RP blog with many differences from canon. Also formerly a Multi-Muse Blog for Personifications based on Hetalia. MAIN NORWAY. NORTHERN NORWAY. REYKJAVIK, ICELAND.

[thistlewhiskey]

Northern Lights

@aphrarepairweek2019 - Day 1 - Magic

Relationship(s): Norway/Scotland

Rating: Idk 12?

Summary: Set in the years after Rome left Britain’s lands. Norway has taken control of much of Scotland’s land. Aodh is a young man lost in a world he does not understand, awakening to thoughts of desire. Will magic push Kristian away or bring them closer?

Word Count: 1,139

Notes: I want to try to bang out some drabbles for rarepairs week. (They will all feature Hugh x someone.) Please send me positive energy! Hugh is a very young man here so he’s going by his Celtic name - Aodh. Norway is based on @nordvei and my headcanon that Hugh has/d a puppy love crush on him. Cu Sith are creatures in Scottish mythology - they are huge, dark canines which herald death. If you hear them bark three times before you are safe you will die. Hugh is a fire elemental - he can make fire happen. (This is also true in canon.)

If you have any questions please feel free to ask! ^^

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[nordvei]

eldurogiis‌:

nordvei‌:

“You know it’s reasonable for us to worry.”

“It’s not like I do all of those things, for f-ck’s sake!”

“Why not? If you invest in a safe word and choose reliable partners then it’s a perfectly fine hobby.”

[nordvei]

“Good job, Netherlands, you deserve this win. Looking forward to seeing you host next year.”

[nordvei]

eldurogiis‌:

nordvei‌:

“I’m worried about your sexual escapades. Specifically your safety. You are aware of safe words?”

“…No. We are not doing this. Leave me alone, I’m fine.”

“You know it’s reasonable for us to worry.”

[nordvei]

eldurogiis‌:

nordvei‌:

“I just want to give you a talk. A very important talk.”

“…what about it…?”

Still not looking at his brother.

“I’m worried about your sexual escapades. Specifically your safety. You are aware of safe words?”

[nordvei]

eldurogiis‌:

nordvei‌:

Kristian, watching Eurovision this year: Hey. Iceland. I just want to talk.

“…”

He looks away.

“None of your business…”

“I just want to give you a talk. A very important talk.”

[kyuhu]

Ohhh I’m excited!!!

[nordvei]

Kristian, watching Eurovision this year: Hey. Iceland. I just want to talk.

[nordvei]

“I don’t know what you had in mind, maybe this wasn’t it,” but it’s what Kristian is offering, hoping Tino will take it. It’s all going to be different, they’ll have to fend for themselves, but he’s a warrior too and he’s willing to protect them both, Tino and Egill, if it comes down to it. 

It will be difficult, to not have the other two to rely on, but they barely do now that all they do is fight each other. 

Kristian is tired of covering Egill’s eyes and ears, tired of pushing him into Tino’s arms with the instructions of distracting him while he tries hopelessly to settle Mads and Berwald. He loves them still, but loving someone does not mean staying with them. 

He’d hoped they would remember that before it got this bad. 

“It’ll be better, though. They’ll see that they need to stop if they want us in their lives. Don’t worry, there’s a place we can go.”

This world is not so small as to not be capable of holding them all. The distance won’t help prove it but it will help them understand. If nothing else they’ll come looking for them and that’ll cut down the time they’ll fight. 

They’re not even adults yet, but they have to be for the youngest. He’ll have to be for Egill and Tino. The dystopian era they live in won’t allow for weaknesses. 

But Kristian refuses to hide these two even if that’s exactly what they are to him. 

“We’ll meet them again when we’re ready.”

[nordvei]

(while on his trip around the world, Finland stops at one of his best friends' houses to deliver a goody box - not only for his friend, but for his pet cat too. For Kris there's an assortment of salted licorices as well as some butter cookies, and for the cat there's a tin of sardines and a few little toys)

Kristian finds the present when he gets home from a visit and brings it in for his cat to poke at while he checks on the dinner. After that they open it together. 

The licorice is a nice touch, he’s been craving some the last few days and they’re more often than not his favorite kind. And he’s never been one to say no to butter cookies, those are delicious. Kristian leaves the sardines in the cat bowl, knowing his cat will be by soon when he smells the food. 

They can play later, after dinner and presents. 

[Text:] Thank you for the present, we’re both enjoying them.

[nordvei]

Heads up that some of my posts may disappear on the 17th. Not because they’re nsfw, though there’s some of that somewhere deep in my blog too, but because I have almost 20k posts and there’s literally no way I’ll be scrolling through them to check what tumblr flagged.

If they flagged RP posts despite having said they weren’t looking at writings, as they have on some of my other blogs, then those’ll just have to go. I have zero patience for this. 

Though if any of you have reblogged something originally from me and can see that it’s flagged (or know that any of our old rp stuff has been flagged) it’d be nice if you let me know so I could contest it. 

[nordvei]

"Är du dagens datum? För du är 10/10."

“Prøver du å flørte med meg? Har du vurdert å bruke noe bedre,” he’s heard better after all, but sure, he’ll give her a reward for trying if she’d like. Just a little kiss on the cheek, a twist of his lips betraying his amusement. She’d spotted the chance and taken it after all and if he’d thought of it, he might’ve done the same. It only happens once a year.

[nordvei]

captainrustedfort‌:

         Aw, now Peter’s grin was even cheekier than a moment ago, thanks to Kristian’s compliment. He didn’t understand the deeper meaning behind Kristian’s own smile, but he felt bubbly that he was able to see something that was somewhat rare, and magical. He started removing the tools and supplies from the box and neatly organizing them on the table, as well as laying out the fabric bouquets. “I’ll go with the fabric stuff, then, so it won’t wilt.”

         He unrolled some of his measuring tape and looped it around Kris’s head. “I really should’ve gone shopping for more flower types, though, my selection’s pretty limited. What do you think you might like: daffodils? Chrysanthemums? Forget-Me-Nots? Though, I think you’re more of a white lily type.”

“White lilies does sound good. Forget-Me-Nots has a nice color...” he’s fond of blue, one of the colors he wears most. Red is another favorite, but Peter hadn’t mentioned any red flowers. Otherwise he might’ve suggested red Poppies or Azaleas, some of his favorites. 

“Is this a hobby you often partake in? I must admit, I’ve not even seen a flower crown in years, now. Since a particular Saint John’s Eve,” he could, though, if he wanted to. It’s still celebrated by plenty of people who love to create bonfires, put on something fun and dance around it with flower crowns on their heads if they happen to feel like it. 

[finlands-beret]

This year for Christmas Norway has been preparing the specific gift to his closest since last Christmas. He's been writing letters once a month and gathered them together in piles. The one for Finland holds letters more often than not talking about how he's worried about him but that he hears he is doing well. How he's seen things that remind him of him. And so on they go. And with these 12 letters, he adds the usual things, knowing his friend likes them so.

(on his annual journey around the world, Finland has a rather nice hamper for Norway; there are three different types of coffee, a small tin of butter cookies and a very nice, festive mug with dog on the front. The words “Santa Paws” are under the picture. He leaves the hamper by his friend’s fireplace as he stops-by his house, before making his way to continue delivering presents to the rest of the world)

[nordvei]

"I'll like you better without me."

“Most people don’t,” he tells him, idly flipping through the pages of the papers. It’s not a lie, for the most part. Many people seem to prefer him as he is when Mads is around. Some of them are less tense than if they’re talking to him on their own. Maybe it’s his blandness, the irritation he might show if he’s feeling off. The sharp retorts if something they say is something he doesn’t want to hear. 

He’s fair, though. The blame is just as much his own as theirs. Kristian has never really been all that approachable. He’s tried, of course he has, but trying and succeeding doesn’t always go hand in hand. 

“Be careful what you wish for and keep in mind that if we’d never met, well, it doesn’t mean I’d be a better person.”

Actually, Kristian is vaguely sure he’d be worse. 

“I like me as I am better than what I think I’d be without you, and they do say it’s your own opinion of yourself that should matter most.”

[nordvei]

[text] ddi u kno jimmy s a terrble thong

[Text:] I do now. 

[Text:] May I ask why you thought that’d be a good idea to try?

[Text:] Where are you?

[Text:] I feel like I should be coming to find you and get you home or something.

[Text:] Are you doing something stupid right now?

[nordvei]

Me? Lurking and doing ic things for APH Norway on a blog I genuinely abandoned over half a year ago that I spontaneously revisited for one (1) single day to write with two specific people? More likely than you think.