Winter boyfriends be like Sufin (Sweden sucks at hockey but Hockey boyfriends too ig. Sweden is after ski boyfriend) vs SwissNor (ski boyfriends) vs RusCan (hockey boyfriends and ice skating)
I have recently been made aware of SwissNor by @snorikefjell and regardless if it’s platonic or romanitc, I think their dynamic/friendship would be fun to explore!
These two have several things in common! They are both very invested in winter sports, especially cross-country and down-hill. They both have a passion for cheese as they have a long tradition of animal husbandry with cows and goats. The mountainous landscape is something they are both very familiar with as well, and they are both one of the richest countries in Europe and stand on the outside of the EU.
Pairing: SwissNor (Nyo! Switzerland and Norway, Lara and Lukas)
A little drabble in which Lukas reflects on himself and Lara, and how they balance each other out
Wordcount: 717
She was like a sunrise. Not just in the way that her long blonde hair caught the rays of a rising sun, making it look like it was golden in the early hours of the morning. In the way that her emerald eyes would open and the widest smile would spread across her face.
She was a sunrise in the touch of her hands to his, the way her body always felt a bit warmer, her loving hands moving over his arms and chest when she felt he needed some comfort. The way that she would pull him into a loving embrace, even as tears fell from his eyes, tucking his shoulder into her neck and letting him sob to his heart’s content. Fingers slowly brushing through his hair.
She smelled like what he’d imagine a sunrise felt like, when grass was fresh, and there was still dew in it. In the first cup of coffee that you’d brew in the morning, and then watch the rays of the sun start to kiss the ground of the earth.
Lara was warm, like the sun. It was in the way she’d read to the trolls that he loved so much, see them or not, fairy tales they’d heard a million times over, in the way she’d chase their many pets and fall down in the grass, laughing. She was almost always happy.
But, like the rising sun, she could burn once high in the sky. She burned with passion, fought for the things she believed in, and twice as hard when it came to him.
She was a loving radiance that you looked forward to at the start of each day, especially when you felt that the darkness of the night had lasted too long, and you were hoping for something to come and chase the nightmares away. When you first saw that loving radiance coming over the horizon, you felt the darkness of your own mind beat into retreat.
He needed that love, like the world needed the sun.
And he, Lukas, well, he was the sunset.
He’d always looked a bit more ethereal, more mysterious. As the world needed relief, and the sun was going down, the world started to feel more relaxed and sleepy. Calming, a sense of satisfaction, pride in what you’d done that day, that was Lukas.
He was more a sunset, his body always feeling slightly colder, touches that helped to cool the skin down. He moved more slowly, gracefully, would press his lips to her forehead with the faintest of touches. He’d slowly light up your world with the dying rays of the sun, in deep purples, pinks, and reds. Soothing was more the way he did things.
He liked the sunset, it was calm, they’d sit on the porch, and he’d wrap his arm around her shoulders. She’d say it was cold, and he’d pull her closer while she nuzzled into his neck. The sky would slowly start to get darker as the sun sank down. Sometimes he’d prefer to sit there in silence, other times he’d want to kiss softly, or dance.
She told him he smelled like the sunset might, like pine trees as the sun was fading, like a nice glass of wine you’d enjoy on the porch at the end of the day, with the slightest hint of cinnamon from the cookies they’d be eating.
He was cool like a setting sun, collected, calm. He’d choose his words carefully, rarely lose his cool, and be more delicate in what he did. He liked to read, considered himself a good poet, and secretly enjoyed baking. The garden the two of them kept always looked good, in part because he was so attentive to it.
Like the setting sun he could hide from the world, would keep things to himself when he wasn’t in the mood to deal with others. She knew those moods, knew them well, and she’d always come and curl up next to him, content just to remain there.
And like the darkness of the night would fade for the rising sun, his sorrows would too.
He’d do the same for her, he always did, knowing when she needed someone to just be there for her, and to love her.
Pairing: SwissNor (Nyo!Switzerland and Norway) (Lara and Lukas)
Word Count: 1105
AU: Human, Soulmates
Lara was young, and just getting started in the world. In university, the woman was studying to be a medical doctor. Hours were grueling, and most of the nights she didn’t end up sleeping much, if at all. But, such was life. Thank whatever existed above that she didn’t have to be around her friends for spring break, she’d booked a trip to Norway, because nothing was going to be better than getting them off of her back.
Most, if not all, of them had found their soulmates. Lovely words written on their wrists that they’d gush about for hours on end while she tied her hair up and shoved her earbuds in. She did wonder, deep down in her heart of hearts, what was wrong with her. Was she too stubborn? Not pretty? Did the universe decide it needed more doctors and less lovers? When school was in session she didn’t have time to think about it, but now that it was out… She’d make sure she had no time to think about it.
The flight to Norway was quick enough for her liking, she’d grabbed her luggage, made her way through the airport as quickly as she could, and the caught an uber to the air b&b she was going to be staying at. Deciding that it wasn’t worth being cooped up all day in the home, she decided to go out and explore, heading off down the street to look around Bergen.
Unbeknownst to her, walking down the same street, but at a much more rapid pace was Lukas. The man was also in university, studying to be an architect. He was headed to his part time job at the café he worked at, helped to pay for university for him. And, like Lara, helped to keep his mind off of the fact that he also didn’t seem like he had a soulmate.
All of Lukas’s friends had theirs, and even his younger brother. If he had to look at the words that had formed on various parts of their bodies he was going to scream. He’d stopped checking himself daily for the words, deciding if he did have one they were taking too long, and he was no longer interested. The next person that asked was getting a coffee tossed at them, and hard.
A few hours had passed with Lara getting her fill of the sights in Bergen, and Lukas wondering how many more teens he was going to have to serve coffee too. It was right around the end of his shift when a woman who didn’t look like she was from here walked in. Lovely, might as well try English with this one.
“Hello, welcome to Kaffemisjonen. Can I get something started for you?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll take an iced latte, and a slice of whichever cake you like the most.”
He’d called out to another barista to make the latte, and gone to get her slice of cake, when he came back to take her card, he raised an eyebrow.
“You’re without your soulmate?”
“I don’t.. I don’t have one.” She replied with the raise of one eyebrow.
“You might want to look right there.” He’d raised his finger to tap at his clavicle.
Lara, to her credit, shook her head. “No, I don’t have one, I didn’t have a mark this morning, excuse me. I’ll be right back.”
“….Weird.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t even worried about her ca—Oh.” His long sleeved shirt had moved down a bit as he’d moved her card, and he could see some words were formed there. His had shaking, he moved his sleeve down, “Oh, yeah, I’ll take an iced latte, and a slice of whichever cake you like the most.” And that was when he backed into the counter, shattering a few cups and plates in the process. Chest heaving, he didn’t even stick around long enough to clean, he simply rushed towards the bathroom, her card in his hand.
Lara, as this was going on, had locked herself in the bathroom, and with shaking hands was pulling down her shirt to see her collar bone. “Hello, welcome to Kaffemisjonen. Can I get something started for you?” Him, it was him. She’d never found her soulmate because he wasn’t from Switzerland, he was in Norway all of this time.
And she was crying.
Pounding on the door of the bathroom prompted her to splash some water on her face, and make her way to open the door. The person pounding wasn’t a woman with her kids, it wasn’t even a woman, it was the barista whose words were now on her body for the rest of her life.
“….Hey.”
“Hey.”
“So um..” Lara was never lost for words, but this time she was having a hard time speaking through the lump in her throat. “It’s.. You, you’re my so… My sou..” She shook her head, the tears were coming again. “Sorry.”
It was odd for Lukas, seeing his words on another’s body. He looked at her, she was tiny, only about five feet tall, blonde, her hair was long, it looked to go to around the middle of her back, large emerald colored eyes. She was pretty, and he had no idea how he’d gotten her. But, fate seemed to know.
“Oh.. Don’t cry.” Perhaps she was upset that it was him. Sure, he was decent looking, tall, somewhat muscular, also blonde, eyes that were so blue they almost looked violet. Taller than she. “It’s alright, we’re in different countries so we don’t even have to…” At least he got to see her, and he had one.
“Can I hug you?”
It took him out of his mental beat down, and he could barely nod before she was wrapping her arms around him, and he was doing the same. She fit well in his arms, smaller, something he felt he needed to protect. He just pulled her closer to him, tugging her out of the way of the bathroom.
“I’m Lukas, you might as well know my name, I’ve been waiting for you all of my life.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been doing the same, wondering when you’d come to me. My name is Lara. This is.. Shocking, but I feel so lucky.”
“We might live in different places, but I am sure the two of us can figure out something, make it work, we’re not that far.” He hadn’t let go, but neither had she.
“Mmmhm, might as well sit down and talk about it, but for now.. I think I’ll keep hugging you for a bit.”
Paring: SwissNor (Nyo!Switzerland and Norway) (Lara and Lukas)
It’s a wedding~ So there are more characters mentioned: Berwald (Sweden) Egill (Iceland) Mathias (Denmark) Vash (Switzerland) Lichtenstein (Lili) Nyo!Norway (Maja)
Word count: 1346
Picture to reference the bunad that they are wearing
“You’re sure about this, Lara?” Vash had come into the room, and was sitting on one of the lavish velvet chairs, watching Lara as she had some light makeup done. His sister wasn’t one for anything too much, and even now, with getting married, she wasn’t doing more than mascara, light shadow, so light Vash had to squint to see, minimal eye liner, and her lips.
“ ‘m sure.” It was hard to talk when you had people lightly painting your face. Vash made a small clicking noise in the back of his throat.
“Could have done this in Switzerland, Lara.” Vash finally mumbled after a few beats of silence, and Lara had stood, finished with her makeup, and outfit complete as she made her way to her twin, taking his hands.
“I could, yes. You’re not wrong. But would you really have wanted that? Lukas and I can do something small and private back in Switzerland, or some kind of a renewal.” She squeezed his hands. “But it means a lot to me, and to Lukas, that we do it here.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek. “I love you, are you ready?”
Stepping out of the room, she made her way to Lukas, who was also in a bunad. Lara’s needing to be custom made since she wasn’t Norwegian, but she and Lukas preferring they wore what was traditional for his people. While she’d been nervous when she first moved to step out of the room, it all faded when she saw Lukas standing there. She made her way to him, which was hard to see with vision blurry from tears, until she was next to him.
“You look amazing,” He whispered softly, leaning in a bit so he was sure that she was able to hear him.
“Nowhere near as amazing as you.” She exhaled a bit forcibly, trying to calm down the tears that were threatening to spill onto her cheeks. “Our bosses seem to be alright with this.”
“Were you going to let them stop us?”
She shook her head no, chuckling. “Nein, but Vash might pop a blood vessel because I insisted upon it being in Norway.”
“…Please tell me you’re not going to ask him for permission.”
That made Lukas laugh hard enough that he had to cover his mouth. “I’m not, no. Pretty sure you’d have killed me if that was the case. We can leave some traditions in the past, but I guess he might have liked the beer..”
“Yes, well, I feel like we’re back in the times with this,” She twirled in the bunad a bit, the little bangles on the crown on her head tinkling.
“Lara,” He gave her hand a squeeze, “are you ready?”
It took her a moment, but she did nod her head.
With the raise and then drop of his hand, someone sounded the lur, and he kept his hand in hers as they started to walk down the path.
Behind them were their bosses, and then their siblings. While there were a few nations who also could have followed, they let the representations of Lichtenstein, their direct siblings, and the representations of Iceland be direct followers.
Deciding on their dog carrying the rings, and another one of their dogs holding a basket of flowers in her mouth, which she promptly dropped on the floor before chasing after Lara and Lukas.
“We should have trained Astrid better,” She chuckled as the small dog trotted along next to them, until they made their way to the fjord. While the wedding would traditionally be in a church, Lukas had wanted to be outdoors, allowing for the many magical beings of Norway to be present.
Vows were always complicated for nations, but Lukas was the one who was going to go first.
“Lara, we’ve existed for many lifetimes, seen many people come and go. I know that I don’t want to go another lifetime without you by my side. Through the complicated, the intense, and feelings of being alone, you’ve been by my side. Fate might have brought us together, but what we’ve built is our own. I promise to never leave you, always fight beside and never against, (thank the Gods for Swiss neutrality), and support you. As a best friend, as a partner, as your husband.”
Lara held out her hand, trembling a bit, allowing him to slip a ring onto her finger.
“Lukas, it’s very easy to feel alone when life moves so much faster for humans. But, you’ve come into my life and chosen not to leave. We’ve protected the same ideals as nations, but also as ourselves. You make every day an adventure, you never fail to bring a smile to my face. You don’t back down from a challenge, bridge the myths with reality, and care more deeply for me than anyone else ever has. I know that I’d never abandon you, and that with you and I together nothing can come between us. As your best friend, as your partner, as your wife, I am yours, both in mind, and in body.”
And Lukas the same, she didn’t anticipate he’d have a slight tremor, but it was there even as she slipped the ring onto his finger.
She didn’t hear anything else, not the “you may kiss,” or the cheering of their friends and family, she was too focused on the feel of his arms around her waist, pulling her in as he pressed his lips to hers firmly. One of Lara’s arms wrapped around his neck, the other moving up so her hand could secure the crown as he dipped them.
“You know,” she whispered when they’d parted, her hand on his cheek, “I’ve decided I am going to take your last name.”
He almost dropped her at that. “You did? But.. Really? Are you sure?” Lukas’s expression was a happy one, but it was still one of shock. They’d been on the fence about it, but Lara seemed pretty determined.
“Oh yes, I’d rather it be that way, besides, Vash is still Zwingli, and this is more fun, more human.”
It was a blur getting back to the reception, Egill was in a corner, clinging to a glass of some kind of alcohol while he stared in horror at Mathias who was dancing circles around Berwald. Vash was dancing with Lili, which was a bit shocking, due to his general lack of desire to do such things.
“Care to dance?”
“So long as we’re not going to get wacked by any of our more lively loved ones, why not?”
Arms around her easily, Lukas leaned his forehead down to hers. “Well, it’s official, they’re going to have us jumping around on chairs in a bit, answering questions. And you know whoever is the most drunk is going to ask the worst ones.” He shook his head, glancing over to see Mathias swinging Maja who looked like she was going to be sick. “….Right. Yeah, I expect poor questions.” Egill wasn’t doing much better, onto his third glass of what Lukas could now see was wine.
“We can field questions, it’ll be fine.” Lara kissed the tip of his nose. “Truly, Vash might grill us, but oh hey! I hear that the bride gets to pass out cheese and honey, do I get to do that?” Being Swiss, there was no way she was going to let go of this cheese concept.
“Yes, that’s the bride’s cheese. It has honey and nuts, signifies the sweetness of the night only being the beginning.” Lukas should have known, Lara and her cheese loving self was going to want to make sure they did that one. And, of course, he wasn’t going to say no. He liked cheese just as much as the next person.
“Might as well mingle, the sooner we get done with that, the sooner we get to go to our room, no?” He spoke with a wink, leaning in to whisper a few things that were just for her to hear.
