Golden Days - Norway x Reader Drabble

Golden Days

Norway x Reader

Drabble/Oneshot


You sat quietly in a wicker chair watching the wheat sway in in the gentle autumn breeze that blew through the wheat fields in the distance.   The golden crop seemed to glow against the bright blue sky, it was a beautiful sight, but yet it didn’t manage to please you.  Perhaps it was because you had lived on the farm all your life that the beauty of the fields was lost on you.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”  A calm, accented voice asked.

You turned your (h/c) head to see the young Norwegian farmhand with his usual dull expression.

You shrugged your shoulders.  “I suppose.”  You muttered.

“I think you’re lucky.”  He informed you as he looked out at the fields.

“Lucky?”  You scoffed.  “Lukas, if you think being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere is lucky you are dead wrong.”  

The Norwegian chuckled softly.  “Back in Norway I lived in the city, it was so crowded, I hated it.  Out here you have so much space and everything is so calm, it’s not hectic like it was back home.”   He stated as he leaned back against one of the beams supporting the porch and took a deep breath.

“I’d prefer a hectic city over this place.”  You admitted before letting out a small sigh.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, the city, I mean.  It’s not horrible in Norway, but most of them stink, everything’s dirty, and you have to watch yourself and your things so that no one steals from you.”  Lukas pointed out.

“Even so, I want to see one!  I’ve never been off the farm, all I’ve ever seen is crops and animals, nothing ever changes, it’s tiring.”  You pouted, as you pulled your knees up to your chest.

“Do you really want to see one that bad?”  Lukas asked as he ran his slender fingers through his pale hair.

You nodded.  “Of course I want to see one!  I’d give anything to see one!”  You announced.

“Anything?” Lukas questioned.

You nodded your head in conformation.

“Then so you want to come back to Norway with me?  You can live with me and I’ll show you Oslo.”  The Norwegian man asked as he looked at you with his normally dull eyes that now sparkled with anticipation.

“I want to go!”  You nearly shouted as a big grin spread across your delicate features.

“I’ve got one condition for you though.”  Lukas added hastily.  “When you come to Oslo come as my wife.”  

“As your wife?”  You inquired.

He nodded.  “Will you?”  He asked.

“I will, but my parents-“  You started only to be stopped by Lukas interjecting with “Don’t worry, _______, I already got their approval.”

You smiled and looked at Lukas whose pale lips had also been turned up into a small grin.

“I love you.”  You told him cheerfully.

“And I love you.”  He responded as he reached down and seized your hand.