Treasure: ℛℯ-𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 |Pirate!England X Reader|

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I watch as all of their gazes slowly turn to Lukas in horror. "A tear?" I question.

"We had been sailing in the ocean, as we always did, and came across..." I see his eyes widen, "...something out there."

"It went from the water, to the sky, and we sailed right through it," Emil points from the water, and drags his finger all the way to the sky.

"I should've known better," Mathias hangs his head. "I should've taken us away from that thing."

"Mathias, you didn't know," Tino places a calm. comforting hand on his shoulder, and Berwald nods in agreement.

"We sailed through," he clenches his fists. "And, somehow, we ended up here; 600 years further in time."

"600 years?" I finally understood the loneliness he was feeling.

"We found out our families and the rest of friends were gone, and our Viking brothers died out alongside with them."

"You are the last of the Vikings." I couldn't stand to look at the pain on their faces, and I turn my gaze to my feet.

"But, it's ok," Mathias smiles, although I can still see a hint of sadness in his eyes. "We've created quite the reputation here; we're a ghost story. We've also met some amazing people on our journey."

"Oh, yes, our Hersir has met plenty of beautiful women here in the pirate age," the short, blue eyed man winks at me, seemingly intending to change the subject.

"Have I met women?" he shrugs. "Yes, but that's not what our journey is about."

"He's just mad because the girl he loved dumped him," the purple eyed boy snickers.

"It was a mutual decision, alright?"

"She said, and I quote," he clears his throat and pitches his voice slightly higher. "Get your sorry ass off my property, motherfucker."

"IT WAS AN AFFECTIONATE NICKNAME."

I chuckle as I watch them all poke fun at him, and we spend the rest of the night laughing and talking underneath the stars.

Later the next day, the Vikings begin to teach me about their boat, and how to sail it. "This is called the steerboard," Tino pats the long oar sitting at the back of the vessel. "We don't use it often, it's our safety precaution if the Helm ever gives out." He gestures to the wheel above the cabin. "Berwald, here, is the one who steers out ship!" Berwald, who had been quietly standing next to him, nods his head slightly.

"Is it hard to steer? I'd imagine the ship is heavy!"

"Mm."

I stare at him, waiting for him to explain more. After a moment of silence, Tino wraps his arm around my shoulder, escorting me to the door of the sleeping chambers. "Let me show you to your room."

"I have a room?"

He nods excitedly as he leads me through the door, and walks around the first corner slightly, "This is our indoor common area. This is where we gather when it gets cold here at sea." He walks me down the hallway, pointing at each door as we pass, "This door is Emil's, then Lukas', Berwald and I's room, Mathias', and this last one is yours." He gently pushes the door open, and I step inside. The room already contained a bed with a beautiful black and red blanket on top, maps along the walls, and a giant, white feather flowing out of a stained glass vase. "I love it!"

"That makes me so happy, (Name)! You get settled in. We have some clean clothes in the drawers that should fit you, so go ahead and change and I'll pick up your clothes and wash them when I bring you dinner."