A little pain, that’s how it always starts… the (h/c) haired girl was dining with the 5 Nordics, whom she had moved in with by request of her long-time Norwegian boyfriend, when a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, causing her to wince visibly and grip the area with one of her hands.
“(F/n), are you okay?” Tino asked in worry, causing everyone else’s gaze to be placed on her, well… she had stopped eating when it was her favourite food, that sole fact was worrying enough.
“Yeah!” the girl nodded with a weak smile. “It’s just… I’m not that hungry!” she stated while getting up and placing her half-full plate beside the sink.
“Where are you going?” Lukas’ monotone voice sounded when she was about to exit the kitchen, causing her to slowly turn around to face him and the others.
“I’m going to lay down. By the way, can someone get me a hot-water bottle, please?” she said, almost pleading the last part.
Tino, being the only one to have finished eating, offered to do it for her. Muttering her thanks to the Finnish man, she turned back around and slowly climbed up the stairs, flopping on the bed she shared with Lukas. Hurriedly, the (e/c) eyed female got under the covers and cuddled with the Norwegian’s pillow. After a few, the damned pain still wouldn’t let her sleep.
Suddenly, someone entered the room silently, causing the girl to get her guard up; it wasn’t Tino, he always knocked before entering… Once the unknown subject slipped under the covers, she relaxed, instantly recognizing their way of laying down.
“Lukas…” she called in a whisper.
“Ja!” he answered, carefully taking his pillow back from his girlfriend, before allowing himself to hug her from behind. The male’s hands started to gently rub circles on the girl’s belly, soothing the pain.
“I’ll be sure to ask Fin or Sve to buy you some painkillers.” Assured the Norwegian.
“How did you know” asked the (nationality), her eyes shooting open in amazement.
“Small things…” it was his answer.
“Sleep now, (f/n), min elsker!” he mused, his light hug turning into a strong and warm embrace that lulled the girl to sleep.
The hot-water bottle had been completely forgotten, being overtaken by a certain Norwegian’s comforting ways.
