Norman Reedus Imagines

Kuolema (Norman)

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"Oh my God! That's Lema! Jyrki, look, it's Lema! LEMA!" I heard as I entered the bar, internally groaning at myself for knowing better than to come here.

"What are you doin' here, love?" My brother, Jyrki beamed, crossing the table to sweep me into his arms. I gasped when his smile registered and hugged him tightly, missing his familiar warmth and the strength of his arms around me.

"Came to check on Pappa. I didn't see you at the funeral." I answered, frowning at the man as I sat down beside my other brother, Jussi, across from a handsome man who I didn't recognize.

"We were there earlier. I couldn't really stay long, you know." Jussi answered for his brother, soft, solemn smile quirking his face as he looked down at me. I nodded my head in response, they had always been very close with Ville's family.

"This is Norman, Kuolema. Norman, this is my dear sister, Kuolema Valo." Jyrki introduced, gesturing between the man sitting across from me and my self. I narrowed my gaze at him at the use of my last name as I outstretched my hand to Norman's waiting one, his pretty crystalline eyes smiling at me.

"Mrs. Valo." Norman greeted, hand raising my own to his lips for a quick kiss.

I smiled, slightly blushing at him as I replied, "Just Kuolema, please. Valo won't be my last name for much longer." I shifted my gaze from Norman's mesmorizing irises to conitue my glare at my friend, earning me a smirk in silent reply.

"Getting married?" Norman asked, curiosity in his voice. Jussi barked out a laugh from his place beside me.

"Divorced." I answered before leaning over and stealing Jyrki's glass of Vodka and downing it quickly.

"Hey woman, get your own!" He growled, glaring at me with his teeth bared playfully.

"Don't mind if I do." I snorted, standing up from the table and making my way to the bar.

"I'll get that for you," Came a voice from behind me. Turning around I was met with Norman's smiling face as he leaned against the side of the bar beside me.

"Well thank you, Mr..."I trailed off.

"Reedus, but please, just call me Norman." he replied.

"Reedus? You're from that zombie show aren't you?" Flashes of seeing the name scrolled across Bam's TV jogging memories.

Norman chuckled but nodded his head, elbow resting on the counter top to cover his face with his hand, "Yeah. You don't watch it?"

"Um, sorry. Not really. My boss does though."

The bartender finally approached us and I rattled off what I wanted before Norman placed his own order. He listened as I spoke my pleasantries in Finnish to the old bar-keep, the man having ran the establishment since I'd been a little girl.

"Your voice is so beautiful." He mumbled once we'd received our drinks and were headed back to the table.

"Do you speak Finn, Norman?" I questioned as I took my seat.

"Ha! No. Um, I can speak a little bit of a few other languages, but never picked up on Finnish."

"Ha! I'm surprised Lema here can even say Hello in her tongue anymore, after all these years hiding in America!" Jyrki teased, scrunching his nose at me.

"I'm not hiding, Jyrki. Shut the fuck up." I gritted, flipping him off as I sipped the strong liquor in my glass.

"Did you see him tonight?" Jussi chimed in, throwing his arm around me and pulling me into his side. My eyes flicked to Norman for a second before back to Jyrki.