Iceland x Reader

[This should be fun. I'm going to try to write a Hetalia x Reader for most countries, and I just can't resist the Nordics, so I'm gonna start with them.

Starting with the little tsundere brother :D]

"Ice-kuuun!" you cried out. The lone Nordic country turned around, a small blush on his face.

"Um, (y/n)!" he said, slightly stammering.

"Hey, are we still going to that small party that you invited me to? Y'know, the one with the rest of your friends?"

"Yeah, like the one with your onii-chan?" a voice from above said. You looked up, Puffin hovering above you two. He landed on your head, and you gasped.

"MR. PUFFIN! You're as fluffy as ever," you exclaimed, picking him up off your head and cuddling him, Iceland's face turning a nice pink shade.

"Yeah, I know I am. I get all the ladies with my cute charm~" Puffin said, enjoying the cuddling and snuggling. He was a perverted puffin, so he enjoyed not only where he was being held, but his...'view'. You were wearing a v-neck top. And, you were far from flat.

"Oh, hey, Iceland: Ætla að gera út eftirá?" the puffin said in Icelandic, chuckling. Iceland's face grew red at each word.

"Haltu kjafti...Jæja...ef hún vill … ef hún finnst mér... Wait, no! No, I take that back!" Iceland was visibly flustered, his face heating up. You wondered if this is what people meant by him being 'hot blooded'.

"Um, what did you just say? I don't speak Icelandic. Ice-kun, you need to teach me your language."

Well, at least she doesn't know what we said, Iceland thought to himself. His face returned to its normal complexion, still keeping a small rosey tint on his cheeks, however. He watched as you continued petting his puffin, now rubbing the bird's chest against your cheek. Iceland sighed.

"Yeah, we're still going to the small party, if you can even call it that. It's more like a get-together, or just even dinner with each other." The blush on his cheeks grew slightly more visible.

"Great! Should I wear anything fancy, or should I just come casual?"

He had to think about this: see you in everyday clothing, or become flustered. Have you come as just a friend, or make it somewhat like a date, risking getting her hit on by Denmark (he was somewhat a player).

Or maybe just go for middle ground.

"Um, maybe if you wore a nice shirt and a...nice...skirt?" He was tempted to add 'short' into that sentence. But that would have given him away. Why does love have to be such a complicated emotion?

You smiled.

"That sounds like a plan! So, I'll see you at the party, then?"

"...Unless you want me to drive you there?" Iceland blurted out, his face heating up once more.

"That sounds good! Oh! You probably need my address!" You set Puffin on Iceland's head, and pulled a piece of a paper from your pocket. A pencil was tucked behind your ear, so you simply started writing down information on it. Under your address, you added your home phone and cell number.

"Just in case you get lost. Anyways, see ya tonight!"

Iceland gave you a small wave until you ran out of sight. He looked down at your address and number, then gave a small fist pump of victory.

"You might score tonight, stud," Puffin said snidely.

"Skrúfa þig."


You remembered your instructions clearly: wear something 'nice'.

"Hmm, what would look good?" You had planned out several outfits ahead of time for tonight, but couldn't decide.

"Maybe I'll just mess with him a little..." you said to yourself, smirking.

You heard a car horn from outside, and looked out the window to see Iceland in a silver 2011 Skoda Octavia.

It's the same shade as his hair...wonder how soft his hair is...

"Alrightly, better change quickly..."

A few minutes later, the front door of your house swung open, Iceland turning towards the sound...

To find you in a (very thin) button-up blouse (he could've sworn he could see your bra) with a few buttons undone, a rather short plaid skirt, and black thigh high stockings. Iceland's mouth opened wide in shock.

Damn...she looks sorta good...don't tell me she can read minds...

Putting his thoughts of you aside, he opened the passenger side door, allowing you to get in the car.

"Thank you~" you said in a cutsey voice. "Do you like it?"

Iceland's eyes moved slowly up your form: the low-heel black flats, your stockings, which led his eyes to linger on your skirt: Just how many more inches shorter could it be until he would see your panties? And so, his eyes traveled upward, until he realized that you. were. endowed. He'd known you for so many years; had they always been this big, or was it just padding?

"Iceland?"

He shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, wondering how long he had been staring.

"You don't like it?"

Iceland stammered. "No, I do like it. It's just that...isn't that a little too short? I mean, couldn't Denmark...flip it up or something?" Iceland's mind started wandering at thoughts of you with a short skirt flipped up. He had no idea in Hell why.

"I think I'll be rather ok." Could it be possible that your friends were wrong? That he didn't like you?

Iceland cleared his throat. "We should get going, or we might be late. I also have to do a little cooking." It was only now that you noticed what Iceland was wearing: it was his usual brown suit and white shirt, along with that cute little bow that he wore, but something seemed a little different. Was it his pants? Maybe it was a different shirt? You took in a deep breath.

And noticed a faint smell of cologne.

Iceland pressed down on the gas pedal, accelerating away from your house and towards the 'party'.


It was only a 10 minute drive from your house to Denmark's house, where everyone was waiting.

"Hey, (y/n)! How are you doing?" Finland greeted you cheerily. Sweden nodded his head at you, then walked into the kitchen. Something smelled good.

"Hey, what's cooking?" you asked, intrigued by the smells.

"Swedish meatballs..." Sve mumbled as he always did, poking his head out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, Ice, you still haven't cooked your dish!" Denmark said loudly. You couldn't tell which was bigger: his voice, or his ego.

"Neither have you, Denmark," Norway retorted in the emotionless voice that he always used.

"Well, you haven't either!" "But I have." "No you didn't! I didn't smell anything" "That's because I made gravlak ..."

"Oh," Denmark said, obviously losing the 'argument'.

"Done," Sve said. "Your turn to make something, Iceland."

Iceland blushed. I hope she enjoys the food...

When Iceland walked out of the room, you, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and Finland got together in a huddle. The only words that could be clearly made out were 'Iceland', 'lap', 'chair', and 'reaction'.

After a few minutes of quiet conversation, you walked to the kitchen, setting your eyes upon Iceland, cooking some ptarmigan meat.

"Hello, (y/n)" Iceland said to you, now putting the final touches on the dish.

"What's that?" you asked, scooting up beside him. The scent of his cologne was somewhat nice, you decided, as you took a small whiff from the air.

"It's ptarmigan with jam. Nothing really too fancy. We're all gonna be sharing the foods that we cook, so I hope you try it and like Icelandic cuisine," he said in his usual voice. You wrapped your arms around his arm, his face growing a little red, due to the fact that he could feel your chest against him.

"Iceland, you don't have to hope that I'll like your food: I will like your food. You know I will.

"But, you've never tried any of my cooking. Every time we eat together, you cook..."

You were now staring into each other's eyes: His giant purple orbs looking into your (y/ec) eyes. Both of you were unconsciously leaning in for a kiss...

"We shall now observe as the Icelandic male courts with the (y/nationality) female, using a meal offering to entice her into becoming his mate. If she accepts his courtship, maybe later tonight we'll have to give them some privacy " Puffin's voice was heard, causing the two of you to turn your heads slowly to his position on the refrigerator.

With a video camera.

That was recording.

"It appears the male may now be showing aggression towards me. A retreat may be imminent. Now."

Puffin took off, the camera in tow as Iceland launched himself at Puffin, only to slam into the fridge.

"I always knew you were a perverted creature, despite being one of my best friends," Iceland said. It was such a perfect moment for the both of you; why did it have to be ruined... He flipped himself over onto his back, and looked up to see you standing above him, reaching out a hand to help him up.

That's not all he saw. To answer one of his previous questions from before, about three inches of fabric.

He took the outstretched hand, and you helped him up.

"Well, me being the smart person I am ('smart' was hardly a word to describe Denmark), I made my dish ahead of time! So let's eat!" Denmark raced to the dining room, with everyone else casually strolling to his position.

"So, what did everybody make?"


You already knew that Iceland had made ptarmigan (a type of pheasant) with jam, and that Sweden had made swedish meatballs. Denmark's dish was frikadeller (a form of meatballs or dumplings), Norway had made gravlak (cured-salmon), and Finland had made karelian pasties (they seem like Shepard's pie to me...similar to that?).

"I'm hungry, so just eat what you want." Denmark immediately dug into the frikadeller, each country trying their own dish at first. You didn't know what to choose: it all looked so good. But why not choose your crush's dish? You placed a sample of the ptarmigan and jam on you plate, and placed it on your pallete.

"Mmm...this is really good, Ice."

"Y-you like it?"

"Yeah, it reminds me of chicken!"

"Isn't that sorta what all birds taste like?" Finland said.

"But this tastes even better with the jam." Later into the night, you sampled all the foods, and still couldn't decide what tasted the best. There was a heated debate between Sweden and Denmark about which language came first: Danish, or Swedish. Finland was trying to stop the debate, while the two brothers just silently watched. Norway appeared to be enjoying the entertainment (which was rare, because it was hard to tell what he was thinking...)

Finland managed to stop the discussion, and after several minutes of silence, Denmark raised his eyebrows at you, and you sighed.

"Well, I guess I'll do clean-up?" You started picking up everyone's plates. "And I assume you guys are gonna take home your food?" They all nodded.

"Well, I think I'm going to go home now," Iceland said.

"Sit," Denmark commanded. Iceland looked at him warily.

"We still have things to talk about. Don't leave yet."


"Huh?" A pair of hand were now around Iceland's eyes. What was happening?

"Hello, Emil Steilsson," you said in a quiet voice into his ear. His breathing had picked up slightly, your warm breath tickling his ear.

"(y/n)? Wh-what are you doing?" he said, somewhat nervous. He regained his sight, only to find that you were sitting on his lap, your noses almost touching. His face heated up immediately, unsure of how to react. His eyes were wide, trying to process what was happening.

"So...there's a rumor going around that you have the hots for somebody. Is that true?" Iceland couldn't help but notice your upper regions were pressed against his chest, and somewhat forcefully.

"Answer me," you commanded. He nodded his head.

"So," You bit down on his ear, causing him to draw in his breath quickly due to arousal. "Do you mind telling me who you like?"

Iceland wanted to tell you his true feelings, just confess and get it off his chest. But he felt embarrassed to do so in front of everybody else. You started kissing his forehead, his face heating up even more. You enjoyed the feel of his hair; so soft and silky. It was rather shiny. Your attention moved to the fact that Iceland was looking down your shirt. Not like he could help it; you were pressing yourself against him. "Oh? You like these? Would you like to see more?" You purred, moving your hands to undo a button.

"Bíddu! Nei, hvers vegna þú ert..." But before he could say anything else in his native tongue, he did the most unexpected thing ever.

He fainted.

"Whoa, Ice, are you ok?" Denmark jumped out of his chair, startled to see the young nation go unconscious.

"Hmm...I think he fainted from lack of blood," you said, moving yourself off him.

"Lack of blood? Don't tell me he was bleeding?" Finland said, concern in his voice.

"Not like that. More like lack of blood to his head...You'll see. Anyways, we should probably move him to a spare room...He'll probably like that..." You walked yourself to the living room.

"Lack of blood to his head? How?" Denmark questioned. Norway walked over to inspect his brother. When his line of sight fell on him, his eyes grew wide. The other 3 nations looked at Iceland's form and gasped.

"Oh my," Sweden said, not sure how else to react.

"I ain't moving him in that condition..." Denmark muttered.

"I guess I'll move him, but only with magic..." Norway said, looking after his younger brother.

Let's just say that Iceland got horny and gained a tent in his pants...


This is what was planned: The other 4 Nordics could tell how obvious Iceland loved you. It had been like that for several years, actually. So, tonight, they would hold a dinner where they would share all their foods with each other (which was actually rather normal; they did that every few weeks, and it gave them a time to hang out and talk). But, they would make Iceland invite you, and do a little matchmaking. They instructed you to wear something 'nice' (and short. They actually told you to do that). And, in the living room, all of you conceived a plan where you would mess with Iceland for the Hell of it.

"So what was with Puffin making a wildlife documentary out of us?" You said, annoyance in your voice. You were pissed off at that, despite what cruel action you had done with Iceland to mess with his young adult mind.

"I couldn't resist it! I've always wanted to do that to someone! And this was just the perfect chance to do that," Puffin exclaimed, excitement in his voice. You sighed.

"Well, I guess I'll pay him a visi-"

"We need to talk to him first!" Denmark announced, bolting ahead of you towards the guest room where Iceland was, with Norway in tow.

"Or not. What now?" To be honest, you just wanted to come right out and tell him. But this was sorta fun.

Several minutes had passed, and Denmark and Norway returned from their trip to Iceland.

"You can go see him now," Denmark said.

"Ok." You walked down the hall, towards the room awaiting the Icelandic boy.

"... Is it all set up?" Sweden asked, his accent hiding some of the words.

"Oh yeah! Let's get this show on the road!"

"Iceland?" You knocked on his door.

"Come in," his voice called out. You walked in to see him sitting on the bed, his knees against his chest. Even though it was somewhat dim, you could tell his face was red. He also had apparently 'calmed down'.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry for what happened back there." You sat down on the bed next to him, holding his hand. He buried his head into his knees.

"...Denmark and...Onii-chan explained to me what was going on..."

You giggled. Iceland's face heated up.

"Wh-why are you laughing?" he said, embarrassed. You giggled again.
"It's just that you never call your brother by that name! You always get embarrassed whenever you refer to Norway like that. It's cute, I like that." You could feel the palms of his hands get sweaty.

"You think it's cute?" You nodded your head.

"So, I guess it's obvious that I like you...And it's obvious that you like me..."

"Where's this going?" You asked.

"So, if me calling Norway Onii-chan is cute..."

Very quickly, Iceland grabbed both of your wrists and laid you down on the bed, straddling your hips. His lips hovered inches above yours.

"Does us in this position make you think I'm hot?" His voice had changed to a more seductive tone.

"Hell yea." Iceland leaned down to press his lips against yours, and you two met in your first kiss. Neither of you knew what to do next, so you decided to slip your tongue into Iceland's mouth. A soft moan escaped his mouth, and you commanded the kiss. He released his grip on your wrists, and you moved your hands to behind his head, pressing him into your kiss. Iceland's hands moved to your chest, where he fondled it. You broke the kiss to take in more air, and your breathing got heavier with each of Iceland's hand movements.

"(y/n), I've known you for so long. Have you always been like this?" Iceland's hands moved to the buttons on your blouse, undoing the shirt. He opened it up completly, the cold air against your skin. You shivered slightly.

"You've just never noticed much...AH!" You gasped as Iceland's hand moved into your bra to play with your flesh a little.

"Mmm, you're soft, (y/n)..." Iceland whispered into your ear. He used his other hand to pull your shirt off your shoulder and down your arms. He moved his hands behind your back to unhook your bra, when you stopped him.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, sounding somewhat eager to continue.

"If you take my shirt off and leave me in my bra, it's only fair I get to take off your shirt," you muttered as you used your teeth to undo the bow around his neck, sliding off his jacket at the same time. Iceland's hands slid down your back to your skirt and under the elastic band. You pulled Iceland's shirt over his head, leaving you both without a shirt, aside from a bra. Which Iceland quickly took off, undoing the hooks behind you. You instinctively covered your chest, then moved into Iceland's lap, pressing yourself against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss.

"I see why people call you hotblooded ('people' being Denmark)..." You said softly. Iceland smirked.

"(y/n)...I want to take this a little further," he asked. You swore you could feel something definite under you.

"Please. I would love to 'release some tension'," you said eagerly. With that, your hands moved down to the deformity in Iceland's pants, and pressed against it. A loud moan came from Iceland. It must've hurt him slightly; he wasn't used to 'this size' most likely.

You started checking out the zipper, and opened up his pants, sliding them down his legs. Iceland did the same with your skirt, and soon you were left in your panties and tights, with Iceland stripped down to his boxers.

"I-I'm sort of nervous for this...I heard that this hurts for the girl sometimes, and I don't want to hurt you, (y/n)," Iceland mumbled, concern in his voice.

"I've heard that too. But then, I think it turns into pleasure for the both of us, so let's just go slow at the beginning, 'kay?" Iceland nodded his head. He placed both of his hands on your panties.

"May I?" he asked nervously, and you nodded.

The cloth came down, Iceland's gaze following. He was curious to see the sights he saw, you couldn't blame him.

"Your turn," you said, already starting to pull down the boxers. Your eyes did the same as Iceland did, the sight of his flesh in your mind. You blinked a few times, and your breathing quickened.

You laid yourself down on the bed, your legs around Iceland's hips. Iceland took his position over you, ready.

"If I hurt you, just say, (y/n)."

You closed your eyes and took in a few mental breaths, then opened your eyes again.

"I'm ready."

Iceland mentally prepared himself as well, gave you a deep kiss, then pushed his length into you.

A sharp pain ran through your abdomen, and you winced. Iceland wanted to pull out; he didn't want you to feel pain.

"Don't..." you whispered. Iceland obeyed, and after about a minute, the pain was replaced with a small amount of pleasure.

"It's better now," you said quietly, and Iceland began to thrust his hips into yours. A small sensation of pleasure began rushing through your body, creating the need for more of Iceland.

"H-harder...Faster, Iceland..." you moaned, enjoying the small actions. Iceland was feeling a great deal of pleasure as well. His pace gradually picked up, until you were both moaning and crying out each others' names.

"E-Emil," you moaned, using Iceland's human name. "Drive me into this mattress right now!" You both were about to reach your limits, instinct driving each other to push the other to the max. A knot formed in your core, and you gave a loud moan, the sensation quickly leaving, and a small amount of fluid escaping you. Iceland soon came too, a small amount of fluid released into you. It was an odd sensation.

Exhausted, Iceland collapsed down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms. You happily cuddled up next to his hot body.

"(y/n)...I love you...Please...stay with me for the rest of our lives..." Iceland whispered, cradling your head.

"Já."


Unbeknownst to both of you, Puffin was hiding in the closet, a perfect view of the action. Once more, he was narrating the entire scene like a wildlife documentary.

"And so," Puffin said in a very quiet voice, "The Icelandic male has finally sealed the silent pact with the female, and are now mates for life. Maybe."

The video camera was relaying live footage to a computer in the living room, where they were watching the 'wildlife documentary'. Denmark was about to cry at the last words you two had said.

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Denmark said, oddly unfazed by what you and Iceland had just done.

Several minutes of silence passed, when Sweden spoke up.

"Norway?"

"Hmm?"

"Har Island använde kondom ni gav honom? "

"...Jævla. I hope I'm not going to be an uncle."


(If there are any Icelandic grammar errors or incorrect translations, blame Google Translate. List of translations:

Ætla að gera út eftirá: Gonna make out after (Oh, hey Iceland:(you) gonna make out after?)

Haltu kjafti...Jæja...ef hún vill … ef hún finnst mér...: Shut up...Well...If she wants...if she likes me...

Skrúfa þig: Screw you

Bíddu! Nei, hvers vegna þú ert...: Wait! No, why are you...

The next two phrases are Swedish and Norwegian, in the order:

Har Island använde kondom ni gav honom: Did Iceland use the condoms you two gave him

Jævla: Fuck

Yep, that's all. Hope you enjoyed it! Or, try to enjoy it? Or not?...)

(Why do I feel like this sucks...)