My tall swedish roommate

New to town

As I sexily made my way down the corridor I saw a mop of swedishly blonde hair in the corner of my eye. It was distracting as f*ck. Caught up in the chips coloured hair i didn't notice a tall girl quickly approaching me, It seemed that she didn't notice me either due to my immensely small size, as she crashed into me a few seconds later. She let out a shriek of despair as the paper mug of iced coffee she was holding in a tight grasp spilt over her blue suit jacket. I felt the fear spreading in my gut. A devilish grin came on to her face and she started aiming punches at me.

"Hey! What in Odins name are you doing?!" A sweetly european accent broke through the tension between me and the girl but she didn't let me go. Instead she pulled out a rusty knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I could feel my organs getting punctured and I fell to the ground. Within seconds the Swedish, tall, handsome, intelligent bad boy had pushed the evil tall girl onto the ground, and insulted her with a peculiar, swedish conjuration. It almost scared me, if it hadn't been for his soft, swedish voice. He then put a band aid on my wound, and pulled me up from the ground. I looked at him questionably. 

"Just a Swedish house wife trick," he said as response to my glare of confusion. He touched my arm, as in to assure me that it was going to be okay, and I felt completely safe, for the first time in a long time.