For the Meantime.

NorwayXReader

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It was a quiet peaceful day, clear blue sky as you arrived in front of the house of your best friend in order for some school business.

As irritating as it was.

-Knock Knock- "Emil?" you called from the platinum blonde's house as you knocked on the platinum blonde's front door.

-Knock Knock- "Eh-mil~" Your hummed. Still no response.
But there was someone in there; you could hear classical music inside.

-Knock knock KNOCK- you knocked on the door harder and then huffed. He was not answering. Fine then, you thought. You'd try once more. You sighed as you tried to relax yourself before grumbling. "Emil Steilson, open this damn-"

"Good afternoon, Miss ___" A smooth voice responded from the inside as the door opened, revealing a light blond with mysterious dull dark blue eyes, clad in a dress shirt and some dark navy jeans.
"L-Lukas?!" You squeaked, your cheeks turning red at the sight of the Norwegian that you've known for quite some time. But also as you had been as childish as to rage on someone else's door.
The shame.

"I do assume you were looking for my brother, right?" He asked, leaning into the door as he awaited your response. He lifted a brow as he observed you intently.

You tensed for a second, his gaze making you slightly uncomfortable. Only slightly. 'Obviously' you thought and nodded your head in agreement. "Yes." You said as you straightened your shirt, trying to calm your nerves.

"Please come in." He said monotonously as he moved to the side in order for you to enter his house.

"...okay." you said, somehow feeling nervous as you entered the domain of the House Lukas shared with your best friend and his younger brother, Emil, Nervously.
…Why?

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"Please make you feel at home, ___" Lukas said to you as he led you to the lounge. "For the meantime."

Well, like if you didn't know anyways. You had been coming to this very house sinceyou could remember.

"T-thank you." You smiled nervously as you sat down in one of the single couches with a plop and a sigh.

"Would you like something to drink?" Lukas offered setting up some biscuits in the coffee table in front of you. Where he had gotten the biscuits so quickly, you had no clue.

"Anything would be fine really…" You smiled nervously. "… But Emil and I are supposed to be GOING now." You yelled towards the ceiling, hoping Emil would hear you and hurry down. He was never late. Why was he now? "We have to finish our assignment in the library." you laughed humourlessly. "Or we fail."

He lifted a finger under his chin in thought before saying. "Emil, Emil, Emil, let's stop talking about my little brother and let's talk about you." His smooth dull voice sounded irritated.

But it chimed, like music in your ears and he sat on the chair opposite you.
But why…?

"...ha?" You tilted you head to the side in confusion. "Me?" why talk about you?

Was there something wrong?

"Yes, you darling." He responded, still no emotion present in his face; although his tone sounded kind of suggestive. But you took no notice of it, somehow.

Darling?

You blushed and looked away from his stare. You were not used to endearment so you reacted all weirdly. You quivered slightly before thinking off an excuse. "Ah, you know what L-Lukas…? Hold the tea." You said as you stood up from the seat. "I'll go look for Emil myself, don't worry, I know where his room is." you said as you darted walking towards Emil's room. "Our assignment is due tomorrow…"

"Why must little brother have all the best?" Lukas murmured to himself quietly.

But you happened to pick up what he said.

"What?" You frowned in misperception, now you really were confused!

Better what? All the better that he had was his talent of eating a bowl of liquorice in record speed.

Nothing to be proud of.

"I am much better." He muttered, looking at you.

"...W-wait, what?" You uttered. "Better…?"

"___." He said standing up and looking dead straight at you, somewhat intimidating you.

"Yeah... Lukas...?"

"What do you think about me, ___?" He asked abruptly, his face silently demanding an answer.

Ok, ok, ok.
If you had to honestly answer to his question…

What did you think if him?

But to be honest ...What didn't you think about him?!

He was Emil's mysterious attractive older brother for god's sake!

He was kind, talented, funny in his own way, amusing...
And you did have some feelings about him ever since you were small…

"Ah..." You blushed as you tried to divert your eyes from his deeply entrancing blue ones.

It was really hard to resist.

"I... I think you're Okay." You babbled, looking away in order for him not to see the truth.

It was a Lie.

Lies I tell you.

You stood up quickly and rushed near to the door, you couldn't contain the embarrassment!

Yes, you liked Lukas, but why was he behaving like this?
He was direct… but not direct in this way! It's like he was behaving like Mathias or had taken some advice from him to try taking a pass on you?

Lukas sighed and backed away, a fairly shy expression coming over his face. "...I'm sorry, Miss ___." He apologized, his head lowered down, his lovely smooth blonde bangs covering his face.

"F-for what?" you laughed nervously, your mind turning blank, all thoughts with common sense disappearing at the tone of his voice.

"...Mathias said that the best way to approach a girl was to be direct... Sorry if it made you uncomfortable." He apologized, feeling ashamed to ever thinking of taking advice from the stupid Dane.

"...approach who..."You said slowly before finally clearing the obvious, the puzzle. "Me?" you pointed at yourself, somewhat stupidly. "Nah-"

"Yes." He nodded, a small diminutive blush appearing in his handsome features.
Damn, were you psychic or something?!
It was creepy…

"...Why?" You had to ask. Half Your brain was screaming 'HE LIKES YOU!' and the other half was screaming 'YOU HAVEN'T PAID THE MONEY YOU BORROWED FROM HIM!'

Oh you hoped it was the first one.

"...I like you, ___." He said, his eyes softening when he saw your shocked face.

"C-come again?" your stammered, your heart beating, hoping it wasn't a joke, or it could be your mind tricking you again.
Like that time you swore you mother was calling you from her room and she hadn't said a word.

Back to reality-

"You heard me, didn't you?" He chuckled, smoothly walking towards you. You backed out in shock backwards, instinctively. But unfortunately you had no other escape as you were backed on the solid wall.
Like a Lion and his prey.

"Sadly, I am not as forward as the stupid Dane or 'Tsundere' like little brother." He said finally stopping in front of you. "But I guess I have to do it my way?" He said lifting your chin upwards with his hand, your (e/c) meeting his dull ... Mysterious... Entrancing...

Dark blue eyes.

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to squeak out, hopefully stopping him from doing anything to you.

Not that you wouldn't want to, to clear that misunderstanding.

"You like me, don't you ___?" He said, his voice showing no emotion at all. Yet his eyes...

No. Bad ___. Stop looking at his eyes!

Your eyes widened in surprise and you gasped. A deer in the headlights. Who had told him that?! You had only told Emil who had Mr Puffin there with him...

But Emil wasn't a tattle tale...

But.

Mr Puffin was.

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Oh you were going to murder that Italian mafia bird, or sell him in the black market…
Or both if it was possible.

"I take that as a yes?" He darkly chuckled as he stared at your blushing, embarrassed squinting face fondly. Yet his dim chuckle going right info your very soul, sending a tingle down your spine.

That was a sign whether something was really bad.

Or really good...

"So... What?" You blushed, you tried to push him away but he was really strong.

Well, he pushed Mathias around who was really strong.

Damn.

He placed his other hand resting near your head the wall. He then blinked. "So... This." He said seductively before sealing your lips with his with a kiss.

A wonderfully, wonderful, passionate kiss!

Your head ran errands; your heart doubled its normal beating rate and your face darkened a million shades of red.

One. Your crush was kissing you.

Two. He was totally being out of character.

Three. You liked this!

You didn't even bother moving away. Alas you couldn't so you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same amount of passion as his.

And FYI (For your information) That was a lot.

He relaxed into the kiss and your lips melted against his, You raised your hands to his head and tangle your fingers on his wonderful smooth and shiny blonde hair.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours and smiled.

Smiled.

Well, it looked like he smiled, even though the corners of his mouth turned upwards a little bit.

"So, as my Little brother isn't available at this moment, for the meantime..." He trailed off before claiming your lips once again. You laughed against his lips.

That was cheesy.

...You were surely liking this but you couldn't help Wondering.

Why. How. What.

How did It all even lead to this?!

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Emil ran downstairs to the living room as quickly as he could to meet you. He had been last minute checking all the information for the assignment you two were currently working on.

But he didn't intend to take so much time!

The computer does suck the life out of you.

"___? I'm sorry I was late, I am truly sorry, I was- Brother?! ___?! Wha-!" Emil yelled; a blush coating his entire face. "What are you DOING to ___?!"

Oh no he just hadn't seen His brother hovering over ___. And ___ with her clothes crumpled and hair messy.

This had to me a mistake of some sort!

Lukas broke away from the kiss and glared at his younger brother. "Go away. Dear little brother, I'm entertaining the guest." and with that he started kissing you again. You just turned your head towards Emil and shrugged before kissing Lukas back. You then shooed Emil away with your hand.

"!" he gasped and turned on his heel as quickly as he could, his face a scarlet shade and an image of his older brother practically sucking the face away from his best friend.

Mr Puffin snickered, with an invisible sly grin.

If Puffins could smirk, he would be doing so right now.

The Dane so owed him the loot. His technique didn't work.

Emil's head span as he reach his room and fell splat on his bed, his head full of images he would never ever wanted to have, and would take time to forget.

And also a question. Or two.

Why. How. What.

How did that happen?

...and what the hell had he missed?
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"…And what about the assignment…"