NorIce: A Long Way From Home
Warning: Norway x Iceland (Lukas x Emil), Human names used, incest, fantasy, and magic.
Magic had always existed. In the heart of every child, the sparkle in every eye, the gasp in every happy breath, and the smile on every face. Yet that is where it exists now, long ago magic was everywhere and was a lot stronger than smiles.
The scent of sage and smoke filled the cottage in the cold north, the sound of a crackling fireplace stirring the silence. Norway sat before it, poking at the logs with a metal rods, ashes floating up as a pot boiled above. "Mmh.." He hummed contently, the warmth from the flames seeping into his cold Norwegian blood and the scent of the stew creating a rumbling in his stomach.
"Oi, Emil, When is supper going to be finished?" Norway asked his younger brother as he stood from his place at the fire, fur lined cap just missing the edge of the fire when he moved to Iceland's side of the room, the teen patching up his own clothes.
Iceland looked up at him but kept sewing skillfully before glancing at the pot. "About five more minutes." He said in a slight monotone voice before finishing up his last stitch on his tunic. Norway made an unhappy face but it was only visible to Iceland because the emotionless mask was only breakable by those who read eyes.
"Ugh, Fine. I'll speed it up. You're too impatient, Lukas." He lectured with a groan before taking Norway's place at the fire and pressing his hands to the pot, the soles heating up unnaturally and heating the soup inside faster than fire below it. Yet Norway saw this as normal and half smirked from a far, fingers tracing the sewn patterns on his little brother's tunic.
"I'm only impatient because of you." The older blonde quirked back finally, the half smirk not flattening on his face and his eyes not leaving the embroidery. "Maybe if you didn't get so picky when we were hunting today, I wouldn't have had to kill the bear that charged you and then have gotten so hungry."
Iceland took his hands off the pot and let one of his finger graze the Norwegian's pant hem, causing it to become lit with a golden flickering flame before he finished the stew. Norway saw that as normal too and chuckled quietly as he put his hand over the flame and put it out, ice being left in it's path that he just brushed off. "Do you always have to burn my pants when you can't come back with anything to say?" Norway asked, smirking a bit still as the Icelandic boy plopped a bowl of stew onto his brother's lap and took back his tunic, scowling at him the entire time.
"Be glad it was just your pants this time." Iceland said, taking his own bowl of soup and letting his hands cool before he made his own shirt catch on fire. Norway took a sip of the stew and savored the taste before letting it fall into his empty stomach before looking back at Iceland with deep navy eyes and a lazy smirk only the boy knew.
"You wouldn't hurt your brother dearest, would you?" Norway mocked, earning himself a charging, blushing, angry Icelander. "That was so long ago, how long are you going to use that against me?" He asked, face burning and his hands getting a bit hot as well but Norway just locked his hands with the boy's cooling them with his icy pair and kissed his burning cheek. "Until you call me it again. You always say you will but you never do..."
Iceland continued to blush and fuss in the Norwegian's grasp but it was an impossible and unwinnable battle. "B-Bastard! I'm no longer a child, I will not resort to such childish things!" He declared but Norway's sly smirk was there to mock him again. "'Childish things'? And you think climbing into my lap, fussing about like this, iisn't/i childish?"
Iceland scowled and got off the Norwegian quickly, his own clothes almost catching on fire from his burning hands but he tried to calm himself as he turned and went back to his seat on the opposite side of the room, mumbled Icelandic cusses to himself.
'Such a cute boy~' Norway thought, going back to his dinner.
Later on when dinner was cleared away and the sun had set, the fire began to dim and the snow began to pile on faster and heavier outside.
"Emil..." Norway begged, coming back inside from chopping wood. "Get the fire going again, you'll freeze your ass off in this weather." His skin was already durable enough to make it through the cold though, the ice in his veins being good for something.
"..." No reply came to him though as he sat logs by the fire (the few dry ones he found in this weather. ".. Emil?" He asked again, turning to the left of the cottage to see the silver haired teen covered with sheep wool and bear skin blankets. At first the blonde thought of it as an adorable sight until he noticed the uncomfortable look on Iceland's face and the swear dripping from his forehead.
Norway rushed to his side and cupped his face, feeling the burning forehead and trying to cool it with his freezing hands but still Iceland was unresponsive. "Damnit, Emil! Wake up!" He yelled, getting more emotional than he was used to. The boy's skin was pale, his body seemed to be drained of it's color and goosebumps were found all over his arms and legs when the blankets were taken away. He was freezing and burning up all at once. Norway tried to heat up his hands by putting on a pair of gloves when he handled the lithe body of his brother, dressing him in multiple layers and swearing in Norwegian as he tried desperately to think of something that would help his suffering brother.
Get help.
That was the only thing that Norway could register and when Iceland was dressed as warm as possible he ran out of the house and grabbed their horses from the barn, the two pure breeds not wanting to move in the disastrous weather but Norway was determined to help his baby brother if it was the last thing he did. Quickly he ran into the house when the horses were ready and grabbed his brother.
"I don't know what did this to you, or how this happened, but I will make you better."
TBC
