id give my soul for some norway bf hcs
Alas, my darling. I am not in the business of collecting souls these days. I’d accept a Belgian Waffle slathered in Nutella, however. Maybe with some raspberries?
Anyway~
Norway!
He’s very much the type you meet by frequently bumping into each other.
He definitely noticed you the first time, but he didn’t want to approach you right away for fear you wouldn’t be interested.
When you started beaming each time you passed him though, and eventually upped the ante to exchanging lighthearted small talk and puns about your surroundings, he finally asked if you wanted to walk with him to the one bakery he loves.
It took you two months to realize you were actually dating.
He has a very dry sense of humour, always delivered with a deadpan expression.
It never fails to send you into fits of laughter or baleful moments of fond exasperation.
He’s always trying new fish recipes, and he expects you to love every single one.
You think the warding around his house is really cool.
He’s still not sure how to explain it’s more necessity than aesthetic.
You and Mathias once tried to ambush him in a Nerf war; it ended somehow with Denmark stuck upside down in a tree and you underneath a very unimpressed Nord.
He absolutely loves going to the opera with you.
Nightly walks, hand-in-hand, dancing underneath the city lights, exchanging hugs, and reminiscing about the best parts of the day are a requirement.
He’s the subdued sense of humour, but sometimes he’ll surprise you with his spontaneity.
You can never wear beanies around him for fear he will either steal it from you, or that he will lean in as if he were going for a kiss, then yank it down over your face, running away laughing.
He often gets you gifts that serve more as sigils than courtship favours.
He loves sitting under the blankets with you, staying up for hours watching the skies and simply breathing.
One of these days, very soon, he’s going to ask you to stay on a more permanent basis. He’s just waiting for the right moment.