What if... IcexReader

IcelandxReader

“Okay, my turn” Emil smiled over at your, word flowing into his mind as he created a scene “What if… I gave you a million dollars right here, right now?” he asked, leaning forward to see what you said, and of course it took you a while to respond, thinking of everything you could possibly say, this was a hard question, I mean, thinking of all the things you could possibly do with a million bucks, the list was endless, but finally an idea came to mind.

“I would buy mounds of Licorice, just for you: you laughed as Emil rolled his eyes, sitting up once again as he watched you on the other side of the dining room table. “Hm, I take it it’s my turn now” your smiling face became distant as you looked down at your hands, and Emil took careful notice of this.

“What if I died tomorrow…?” you didn’t look up, you couldn’t look up, how were you supposed to look up at the man you loved when you were about to tell them something that would crush their heart.

“W-what do you mean _-_____?” he chuckled nervously, looking at you with worried blue-violet eyes, but you couldn’t resist the anticipation that flooded him as he waited for an answer.

“Emil… I… I have Cancer”

“______!” Emil shot up in bed; beads of sweat at formed on his forehead and had begun to trickle down his face. He let his head fall into his hands as he drew his knees closer to his chest. Why had he dreamt of her once again, he didn’t know, all he knew, is he couldn’t possibly live without her, that, he couldn’t deny.

“Emil…” a quiet, monotone voice came from his door, Emil looked up slowly, already knowing he was bound to see his brother Lukas standing there, it wasn’t like any of the others hadn’t heard his cry, then again, Mathis could sleep through anything, Tino was probably scared shitless, as for Berwald, most likely the cause for Tino’s fright.

“Sorry Lukas… just a bad dream” he sighed, having wrapped his arms around his knees he didn’t bother looking up to know Lukas had entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Another one? Emil this is the 7^th one this month” He sat at the end of Emil’s bed, holding his coffee mug in his hands tightly. “All of them where about _____, weren’t they.” Emil froze, he forgot he had told his brother about every single dream, how all of them at _____ in it, no matter how hard he’d try to stop, he couldn’t, she like a disease, something that twisted the very nerves in his brain to only think of her.

“Yea…. They all aren’t they” Emil felt a hand on his should, and peered up at Lukas as he took a solemn sip of his coffee.

“True enough… You should try to stop thinking about her bror, it’s not healthy” his dull eyes met Emil’s, but he had to look away. Why was his brother always like this? Never one for love, always denying that he even loved Mathias, all of it made any sense.

“Hey… bror” he paused for a moment, looking down at the floor as he hear Norway take another sip of his coffee.

“Hm, what is ísland?” he looked over at him, once again his face blank of all emotions, like his face was painted there permanently, the only real time Emil had ever seen his brother smile was when Mathias was in pain, which is surprisingly less than anyone would think, half the time it’s when Mathias failed at something, like last week when he’d fallen down the stairs, even if it was funny to watch the Dane tumble down the stair wall, he admit it was sad to when he either saw Lukas look away guiltily or simple in an evil pleasure.

“Is it… bad when… she always dies?” he couldn’t look up at Lukas now, how could anyone? Lukas was relieved when he didn’t he could feel worry and real emotions flood into his usually blank eyes.

“It depends bror, how does she die?” he questioned, hoping his brother would at least explain things to him and not have him guess constantly how it felt to lose someone you loved, even in a dream, but unbeknownst to Emil, Lukas had those thoughts constantly.

“Murder… Suicide… Cancer” he looked up finally, Lukas was a little taken back when he saw tears well up in his little brothers eyes, he looked down at the mug that he now held with two hands, the Norwegian flag splayed over its contents.

“Maybe…” he paused for a moment before continuing “you should talk to her about it” he coughed slightly, looking up to see Emil’s reaction, to his surprise he only nodded.

“I’ll call her…”

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Your phone scared you right out of your skin, shaking, you recovered from your fright once your realized what it was, taking your phone into your hand, your heart pounding against your chest you looked down at the caller ID.

Emil – Ice

Taken a deep breath you pressed the talk button, once you pulled the phone to your ear you knew something wasn’t quite right with him.

“Hey Emmi... what’s up? Something wrong… you usually don’t call me at this hour” In all honesty it wasn’t like you cared if it was 3 AM and he called you, the fact that he had called you made your heart race faster than it already was.

“Hey _____....” he started slowly; you could hear the strain in his voice, as if he had been crying, but why? You could hear Lukas in the background say something and Emil’s clearly annoyed voice after, you waited for him to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today” he seemed a little embarrassed, though the lack of usual stutter and hesitation in his words was worrying you.

“Is everything alright Emil?” you questioned, your arms crossed over your chest as you sat up in your bed, you’d been awake for an hour or so reading, you hated rushing in the morning, especially on your day off.

“N-No… everything’s fine, I just want to see you” he choked back his words slightly, his breath hitching at the end. You hesitated before replying, but finally sighing and agreeing to meet him in an hour at the coffee shop at the corner of the street where your apartment was.

“I’ll see you in an hour, then you’re going to tell me everything Emil, I know you well enough to know something isn’t right, got it?” You heard a grumble on the other end of the line, and with a satisfied smile on your face he agreed as well.

“Fine… see ya then, Bye”

“Bye Emmi” and with that, you hung up.

oOo_oOo_oOo

It didn’t take you long to get ready, take a shower, brush your teeth, dry your hair, curl/straighten it and pick something to wear, not that you cared what you looked like in front of Emil, he’d already seen you at your worst, curled up on the corner of your cough with balls of wadded up Kleenexes lying around you, eye red and puffy, wearing only sweats and an old tank top… I think you get the point.

You’d grabbed your coat and slipped on some old DC’s over your (favorite color) socks, you were so original, not that you didn’t mind. Stepping out of your apartment you turned and locked the door before turned around and walking down the hallway, humming a simple tune as you did, it didn’t seem to bother you as much as it should why Emil had seemed to down.

You knew something was wrong, and you wanted to know why, it was getting it out of Emil that was the hard part, but you knew him well enough to get it out of him, just looking at him straight in the eye and usually he starts talking.

You reached the coffee shop before him, thankfully you always had some change in your coat, in case of emergencies, and right now was definitely an emergency.

You stepped into the warm building; nobody was here this early in the morning, thankfully that meant you could pick any seat you wanted. Pulling your coat off you set it on a table that was next to the window, it was where you and Emil had first met, how could you have forgotten? Turning over to the counter you ordered some licorice, an apple Danish and two coffees.

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Lukas stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked at Emil’s side, Mathias was close behind Lukas, they had both come with Emil at request, he was scared to go alone, even though Lukas had told him he was just going to get a coffee and leave with Mathis, Emil thought it was good idea… at least he hoped…

Emil had looked up to see you staring off into space out the window; a soft smile had come over his lips when you noticed him, waving at him, Lukas and Mathias. Lukas didn’t respond, only kept walking, while Emil waved softly back, and turned when he caught Mathias waving his hand like an idiot towards you, he let out a breathy sigh as he continued walking after his brother into the coffee shop.

Luke ushered Emil in first, Emil couldn’t protest, he opened the door and entered the warm building, the moment he saw you sitting there, year face still towards the window he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks burn as a blush rose up to his face.

Mathias snickered at that, punching the younger boy in the arm playfully before Lukas shot him a glare. Mathias only sighed at that, pushing his hands in his pockets and fallowed Lukas as he walked towards the counter. Emil on the other hand trekked his way over to you, pulling his coat off his shoulder and placing it next to him on the seat.

“Hey _____” he smiled sheepishly, a million thoughts running through his mind, what if you really did have cancer… what if you really were going to die, what if this, what if that… What… What if-

“Hey Emil” you smiled, snapping the Icelander out of his dazed thoughts, his blue-violet eyes resting on his hands that played simultaneously with each other. “You going to tell me what’s wrong… right?” you leaned forward slightly, your eyes full of worry, and emotion that you didn’t have to deal with that often.

“Y-yea…” he started slowly, turning his head to look out the window, and noticing with a small smile that as Lukas and Mathias walked away, they were holding hands.

You tried to usher him to continue, but he seemed too lost in thought, concern flooded your mind, why had he sounded so sad in the first place? Maybe something had happened with him and his brother and he just wanted someone to talk to, some time to be away from him, saying that, that might have been the reason why he and Mathias had left.

“I had a dream…” He had taken the coffee you had bought him into his hands, but he still hadn’t looked up at you, he still hadn’t met his wonderful eyes to your worrisome (e/b) orbs.

“Go on…”

“W-well….” He sighed, trying his hardest to just get it over with it. “You said you were going to die” He looked up at you now, as if something that simple hurt him so deeply… well, in all honestly, it did, it hurt him more than you thought it ever would.

“E-Emil…?” You asked, pondering at what he meant, and you were largely taken back as tears flooded his eyes, his oh so beautiful eyes, but they were soon covered with snowy-white hair. Reaching your hand over the table, you pushed his soft locks away from his face and lifted his head up, a small smile on your face.

“Let’s play a game….” You said simply, not at all surprised at the shock in his eyes as your (e/c) eyes never seemed to leave his.

“W-what kind of game?” He questioned hesitantly, but you didn’t stop yourself, you continued.

“What if.” A small smile creased onto Emil’s face as he nodded, he began slowly, picking his words wisely.

“What if…. You died?” you thought for a moment, but your usual soft smile plastered onto your face once again.

“Well, I’d go to a wonderful place” you giggled at that “Well, I hope I do at least… I’m not really sure” you tilted your head “then again, I don’t know where you go in Icelandic legends” at that, Emil’s smile widened and he chuckled.

“You turn” he pushed you on as you thought for a moment, a small blush crawling up to your cheeks as your grips on your coffee cup tightened.

“What if… I loved you?” your (h/c) locks fell over your eyes as you looked down at the brown mixture of water, sugar, milk and coffee grounds, but what he said next  only made your face heat up and beam a tomato red.

“I’d love you to”

“What if I kissed you?”

“Well… that’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”