Indecisive {Norway x Reader}

Who is this?

In case you never knew, walking is awful, especially for hours upon hours! Four hours, that is how long I have been walking. Why I am doing this? Great question, well. . . My family has this thing about hiking and taking walks. Something about keeping fit. As if that was ever a fun statement to be made. 
"Could you stop slowing down whenever you walk in front of me?" Your mother said, her (e/c) eyes gleaming with amusement from her play of words.
"Why, of course!" You said, walking right in front of her and stopping dead in your tracks. Smart move, so now you sent your mother plummeting to the ground, and you were also being hurled, but towards a rock. 'Oh no!' You thought, but your father was too busy helping your mother to her feet once more to realize you, sprawled on the rocky ground with a fist-sized bruise on your forehead.
       Getting back to your feet, you stood up and basically ran away, (h/c) (h/l) flowing behind you as you ran towards the way you came. Luckily you were on your way back to the car and were almost there, so the run was only about five minutes. Once getting to the car, you realized the doors were locked, so you sat on the dusty ground, not caring for your poor pants.

     Sighing, you sat there, waiting. The aching throb in your head soon turned into a migraine. Rubbing your head, you could feel the scrape, which was now swollen a bit. No blood, no issue. From what your wrist showed, there was no blood spilling from your head. Too busy caught up in your day dreams, you failed to see a young man walk up to you. Confusion shown on his face, yet some curiosity shown as well.
    Once you looked up, navy blue orbs stared into your (e/c) orbs. His eyes showed some emotion, but staring closer you could see it was a shy look. He must have been curious, but being shy, he must have stopped himself from talking.
    Soon you stood up, brushing off your dusty pants.
"Hey.." You said, looking at a tree, showing uneasiness to the stranger.
Saying nothing. Nothing.. Nothingness for the next twenty seconds, you decided to wave at him, but somehow waving caught you off balance and you fell over sideways.

I guess I'm just anti-social and awkward, so much to the point where I fall over onto my side when talking to people. Or possibly it was just the idea of talking to a.. a.. man.