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The Norwegian had taken a particular liking to you.
Ever since he’d found out that you were exceptionally ticklish, it was like he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. It never helped you that he was practically silent as he walked, and you found yourself being assaulted from day to night. Anywhere from your bedroom to the washroom to the store was fair game and you were constantly anxious, fretting over where and when the fair man would attack you next.
Tonight was one of the coldest of the year. You brought the warm blanket up to your chin, your eyelids heavy with sleep. Norway had been out all day with the other Nordics, and you finally felt safe. The light was still on, however, and you gave a light groan. You rolled over to switch the lamp off and felt a cold, gentle touch on your outstretched arm.
You jerked your hand back towards yourself and nearly screamed, but saw the familiar violet eyes gazing down upon you fondly. You merely frowned.
“What are you doing back so early?” you asked. You didn’t bother to ask him how he’d gotten in without making a noise. The shock of constantly having him on your toes was something you had gotten used to.
“Missed you,” was all he said, his voice a low and husky murmur. He flicked the light off before clambering into your bed, his skin still cold from the outdoors. He smelled strongly of wind. You flinched away from his touch.
“Hey!” you complained when he wrapped himself around your warm body. He ignored you and drew you close, running his hand down your arm. His faint touch left a tingly feeling that brought goosebumps to your skin. The flat of his nails were smooth and comforting, unlike the awful sensation you had when he tickled you. He caressed you like that for a while and you found yourself leaning close to him, despite trying to get away mere moments ago.
Then, he jabbed his hand under your armpit.
“Why?!” was all you could shriek as he chortled mirthfully.