Melting The Ice (Iceland x Depressed!Reader) 6
*Contains Triggering Content: If you are easily triggered emotionally, mentally, and/or physically then I advise you to procede reading this with caution. Thank you for reading this!*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Yes. You have to.” Emil pushed the plate of food towards you.
“But I don't want to. So no.” You retorted, pushing it back to him.
“Oh well! Eat it!” He said, starting to get annoyed. He pushed it towards you again.
“No!” You pushed it away again.
“Yes!” He pushed it back.
“No!!!” You pushed it back, this time with more force.
“Yes!!!” Emil did the same.
“NO!!!” You practically shoved it away. Emil picked up the fork.
“YES!!!” He force-fed you a bite. You refused to swallow it, letting it settle in the back of your throat.
“Swallow. It. Now.” Emil demanded, saying each word as if it were a sentence. You felt like this conversation was extremely familiar.
“No!” You stated firmly and turned your head away from him. Little did you know that Emil was grinning. He could tell that the food was in the back of your throat. One surprise and you would swallow it. He leaned over, smirking, and kissed your cheek. His lips pressed gently against your soft cheek for more than just a moment. When he finally pulled back, your cheeks were tinted a bright red color and you sub-consciously gulped the food down. Emil laughed and pumped his fist in the air for the small victory. He knew it would work.
“NOT. FAIR.” You said and began to chase the laughing Icelander around the house. For the past three days you had been living comfortably with Emil and you were starting to become acquainted with him. You had discovered that he loved black licorice more than life and that he had a pet puffin. When you asked him why he chose such an exotic pet, he had given you a look filled with confusion.
“Exotic? Practically everyone here in Iceland has one...” He had explained. You had mentally face-palmed.
“Oh...” You had responded. You had also learned that Emil had an older brother. His name was Lukas and he lived with a couple of friends in Norway.
“You must really love your big brother.” You had said bluntly after hearing Emil's detailed description of Lukas. He immediately reacted and blushed.
“W-What?! N-N-No I don't!!! I-I don't e-even call him t-that!!!” He had exclaimed, turning away from you and crossing his arms, pouting.
“Awww, is Emil embarrassed~?” You had said, crawling up right behind him. He surprised you by turning around to face you. Your faces were so close, and you quickly got embarrassed and pulled away from him. He had smirked. Ever since then, you had tormented each other using the weaknesses you knew. You joked about his his brotherly relationship with Lukas and he teased you with physical contact. That all lead to that moment:
“EMIL!!! YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH!!!” You yelled and chased him back into the living room where he abruptly stopped and turned around. You hadn't been expecting that. You tried to slow yourself down but you slammed into him anyways making him fall. You had fallen on top of him and were now straddling him.
“I... Uh... Uh... Uhm...” You stuttered out. Your face, neck, and ears were all a bright red color. You tried to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. Emil had a teasing smile on his face.
“I-It's not fair! Why am I so e-embarrassed?!” You said softly, trying to cover up your face with your too-long sleeve.
“Admit it (y/n), you've fallen in love with me~”He teased playfully and wrapped his arms loosely around you, only making your blush worsen.
“N-No way!!! Y-Y-You wish!!!” You stuttered out and shoved yourself off of him. You heard a knock on the door and decided to distract yourself by answering it. The knocking got more and more desperate and rapid. 'Alright, alright! I'm coming! Geez!' You thought, getting annoyed as you made your way to the door. You opened it.
“Yes?” You asked, scowling. Your eyes were greeted by a familiar yet unfamiliar man with shaggy, dirty-blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and extremely thick eyebrows.
“(y/n)??? Is that really you!? God, it feels like it's been forever...” The strange man asked, tearing up. He hugged you and your body went stiff, thoughts racing around your head. 'Who the heck is this guy?!' You mentally panicked.
“W-Who are you?” You said, pushing him away from you. You were surprised that the foreign man knew you and you were a bit scared too. How did he know you? His relieved smile faded as what you asked him finally sank in. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked you in your (e/c) eyes.
“You... You don't remember me?” The man asked, and his voice cracked. Your heart broke as you shook your head. The look in his eyes had completely changed. He looked so disappointed in you. Emil came around to check on you, and his warm smile vanished once he saw the man's hands on your shoulders. He gave the man a cautious, calculated, cold look.
“(Y/n), who is this man?” Emil asked, his distant gaze not moving an inch away from the strange man. You stepped away from the British male.
“Uhm... I really don't know... But I'm pretty sure he knows me.” You said sadly. You looked into the man's hollow green eyes and tried to remember him, but it was no use. “I... I'm so sorry...” You appologized genuinely, looking away. Tears formed in his now dull-green eyes.
“(Y/n)... Love... You really don't remember me? I've been taking care of you since you were fourteen... I... I saw the plane crash on the news and I thought that you were gone... When I discovered that there was one survivor being held in a hospital facility, I came as soon as I could. I went to the hospital and they told me where you were but that I shouldn't see you. Even then... I had thought, for sure, that you were okay..." The man trailed off, a sad yet angry look in his eyes.
"But... But I am okay..." You said. He gave you a glare. You looked down and took a small step backwards.
"No! No you're not! You don't remember a bloody thing!" He yelled at you. You flinched and he started swearing, raking his hands through his hair. Emil came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder. You flinched. You felt so bad. You felt worthless and useless. You were trying so hard to remember, but it just wasn't working. You felt your judgement clouding. You had to get away. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't control yourself. You hesitated.
"I... I'm so.... I'm really really sorry...." You apologized and ran back into the house and into the kitchen. You whipped your head around, looking for something sharp, when a glimmer caught your eye. It was a kitchen knife. You ran over to it, picked it up and gripped it tightly in your hand. That was it. That, was going to be the end.
"DIE!!! DIE!!! Just... Just please, let me die!!!" You screamed as you made the first slit. Despite the hurt, you heard the door slam and someone yelling profanities from outside. You screamed in pain as you made another, much deeper, slit on the inside of your wrist. Although the pain was almost unbearable, you didn't even care. You heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and then they abruptly stopped.
"(Y/N)!!!! NO!!!! STOP!!!!" Emil yelled as he watched the red blood drip down your wrist and onto the floor.
"Emil, don't you see? I'm worthless! I'm nothing! I don't deserve to live!!!" You said, as you used the knife to tear, yet again, into your shaking arm. You were about to make another deep cut, but Emil started pulling on the handle of the sharp object.
"No!!!" You yelled, gripping it tighter. You screamed and pounded your free fist into his chest. He forced the bloody knife out of your equally stained hand. You beat on him with both of your hands balled into fists.
"GIVE IT BACK!!!! Give it back!!! Give it back, Give it back NOW, Emil!!!!" You yelled, beating harder with each word. Emil threw it across the kitchen. You started sobbing.
"Give... Give it back... Emil..." You said between breaths, the pounding of your fists starting to slow. When your fists uncurled, Emil brought his arms around you, holding you tightly.
"Emil... Emil..." You cried, finally giving up. You gripped his shirt and buried your face into his chest. He stroked your hair soothingly.
"Shhh.... Shhh... You're okay.... It's alright now..." He whispered, trying to calm and reassure you. Your body began to slump against his as you cried. You felt extremely light-headed from blood loss.
"Come on. We need to take care of that..." He said, gesturing to your damaged, bloody arm distastefully. He pulled you into the bathroom and lifted you up to sit you on the counter top next to the sink. He dabbed at the cuts lightly with rubbing alcohol after gently cleaning off most of the blood with a wet rag. You winced at the sting of the rubbing alcohol, but you were thankful. He was handling you with care and gentleness. He wrapped some soft white cloth around your arm and wrapped gauze on top of it.
"There you go..." He said, stepping back to observe your arm.
"...Emil.... I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry..." You said, looking at everything except for his face. This wasn't normal for you. You didn't like apologizing with genuine sincerity. And usually you didn't get close enough to anyone to even have to apologize. But there was something very different about Emil. It was the way he listened to you. It was the way he smiled and laughed. And those piercing blue eyes... Those eyes that sent shivers throughout your body every single time you looked into them. They seemed to see right through every wall you put up.
"(Y/n)... You... You promised me..." Emil trailed off. You saw real hurt in his icy blue eyes and you felt guilty about the lie.
"I... I crossed my fingers... I lied..." You said, sadness and guilt plauguing your expression. You felt extremely guilty. What had you been thinking? There was a moment of silence. Emil's eyes were closed. He took in a shaky breath.
"Please... I'm begging you... Please don't ever do that to yourself again..." Emil pleaded with you, opening his eyes. Now you felt really guilty.
"I-I won't..." You said, and this time you meant it.
"That's what you said last time. You have to do something to prove to me that you won't do anything." Emil said. Oh no.
"W-What?" You asked. He smirked.
"Hmmm~ Let's see~ How about... Kiss me~!" Emil teased. You blushed bright red.
"W-W-W-WHAT?!?!?!" You stuttered out.
"You heard me, (y/n)~ Kiss me~" Emil teased, gesturing to his lips.
"I will do no such thing!!!" You said a little louder than normal, blushing even more profusely.
"Fine, on the cheek. I will never forgive you if you don't do it..." Emil stated, half-joking. You groaned. This was really embarrsassing.
"F-Fine... B-But it's not l-like I l-like you... So... Ugh! You're s-so mean...." You stuttered out, still blushing. Emil smirked in triumph. You leaned over and placed your hands on his shoulders to give yourself some balance. You brought your lips to his soft cheek and brushed your lips softly against it. You then pulled back, thoroughly embarrassed. He laughed and ruffled your hair. You had never really seen him this playful before. You wondered if someone could tell you if he was normally like this...
"So, we might as well go and talk to this unpleasant brother of yours before he literally explodes in the front yard." Emil said, gesturing out the window to the steaming man pacing back and forth on the lawn. You nodded slowly and let him take your hand into his, leading you to confront the one person who could tell you who you really were.

YOU ARE READING
Melting The Ice (Iceland x Depressed! Reader)
Fanfiction(Completed; Ten Chapters) Your decision was final. You were going to go to Iceland. Your friend, Arthur had thrown a fit when he found out that you were taking the long trip from England to Iceland. This was his final effort to get you not to go. He...