Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Viking!Sweden x Reader: My Lord

Trust. Hope. Freedom.

The words echoed in the young woman's mind as she scurried through the woods.

She was running. Running away from that man, who was known as Berwald.

Her legs grew tired, but she remained at a fast pace; wanting to pursue towards the blue waters of the ocean.

'Once I get there, he'll never catch me.' Her eyes were squeezed shut as she continued to run, but ended up on the dirt floor of the forest in a mere two seconds.

'Shit.' Her legs were immobilized, leaving the maiden to lie on her stomach in the forest.

"Hmm. You're hurt." A deep bass rumbled in her ears. The Swede lifted her chin to face his ice-cold, striking blue eyes; mouth set in a sharp, straight line.

"Hmph." She snorted, grumbling to herself for being so stupid.

The Viking lifted the girl in his arms, carrying her bridal-style. A whimper left her lips when he touched her left leg.

"Ouch. That hurts."

"That's what you get for running away." His steps were slow, but covered great distances. The ride back to the village was smooth, but silent.

Berwald entered the warm house and kicked the door to his bedroom. He gently placed the injured girl on the cot, not wanting to see the girl in more pain.

"Tack." She muttered. Berwald smoothed her hair and sat on the edge of the cot.

"Ja." His blue orbs stared at the tattered dress, holes and dirt covering the piece of fabric.

"Your dress. It's horrible."

"Well I'm sorry!"

"It's ripped. Here."

He grabbed a white cotton dress from a wooden chest, tossing it towards her.

"Change. I don't like to see such an ugly thing on such a pretty girl."

'Pretty? He called me pretty.' A blush covered her cheeks, almost unnoticeable in the warm glow of the fireplace.

"And you should take a bath as well." A small smile was on the man's lips, extending a hand towards the young girl.

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After taking a steamy bath and changing into the dress, the maiden was placed back on the cot.

"Are you hungry? I can ask Tino to get you something to eat." She nodded, thoughts of fresh-baked bread and hot soup flew through her mind.

'How could he be so nice to me? After all, I did run away from him.' Her eyes closed, falling into what seemed like a 5-second slumber.

"Food is here. Wake up."

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Part of a new series that I'm working on! Totally not finished.

Will be sporadically updating this one.

Sweden and Finland do not belong to me.

Enjoy!