summary: Lars appears at your door with shaky hands and a heart set on making things right.
warnings: mentions of touch aversion, but other than that just pure tooth-rotting fluff!
note: this series has been an absolute pleasure to write! thank you so much to everyone for all of your support c: Lars is such an angel I swear he owns my heart. if anyone has any requests or questions just let me know!
The door swings open with a creak and you’re met with Lars.
Lars whose eyes are red and puffy from nights of suppressed sobs.
Lars whose normally neat hair is slightly scruffy and sprinkled with fly-aways.
Lars who’s holding a pink carnation, a little bit wilted but still a perfect representation of his love for you.
“Hi…” He mumbles, burying his nose into the blue blanket which is draped around his shoulders.
“Lars… hi.” You step aside, giving him room to come in.
He closes the door behind himself, standing awkwardly in your entryway like he’s afraid of taking up space.
You turn to walk back to the sofa, but you face Lars again when he taps your shoulder. His hands cup yours as he passes you the flower.
Heat rises up his arm, the pain flooding his senses. But he pushes through. Lars desperately wants to try, wants to show you how he can love you just like anyone else can.
Looking up at him in shock, you take the flower and hold it to your nose.
“Lars… it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
His tearful gaze is locked into his snowy boots, and he shrugs.
“It’s nothing… I’m- sniffle- I’m so sorry.”
Your heart aches out of your chest as his emotion, and you step closer to him.
“No, no Lars it’s okay. I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t want to make you more upset. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Crouching down slightly to meet his low gaze, you whisper, “I love you.”
Lars shuts his eyes tight before smiling softly, still emotional, and meeting your eyes. He nods, fingers fiddling with his zip.
“Can I hug you?” He whispers, doe eyes locking onto yours.
It’s like a weight has been lifted and you rush into his arms, gently wrapping your arms around him before burying your face into his chest.
Lars is like a human radiator, a golden aura of heat surrounding him at all times. As his arms wrap around you, cocooning you in this warmth, his soft paw-like hands run through your hair, causing your heart to beat a million miles a minute.
“I’m trying.” He mumbles, voice shaky as he tries to fight the pain of touch.
You slowly pull away, resting your hands on his biceps.
“I know. And I am so proud of you.” Smiling wide, you both simply look at each other, taking in the person you love. Gently guiding him towards your back door, he seems to still be on edge.
“Hey, wanna cut some wood for me?” You offer, knowing he loves it and it helps to calm him down.
And when he looks at you with that kind smile you love? You practically melt.
And when you shiver from the cold seeping into your bones? He wraps his blue blanket around you once again and you know it’ll all be okay.
