You looked out the plane window excitedly. This was you first time on a plane, and you were going to your boyfriend’s home country, Iceland. Reykjavik, Iceland, to be exact. (If you live in Iceland, or anywhere you can see the northern lights, pretend you live somewhere south.) Emil, your said boyfriend, glanced at you in amusement. You always got excited about doing something or going somewhere new. And he liked that about you. Heck, he liked everything about you. That’s why he asked you to go along with him back to his home country for a few weeks. Suddenly, the plane jutted forward; it was taking off. You

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licorice game. | iceland

Knock! Knock! Knock! "Coming!" [Name] sang out as they headed to the front door, clutching a precious bag in their hand. Opening the door, their best friend stood on the front porch, lavendar eyes staring back at them. "Are ya gonna let us in, kiddo?" A macho voice chirped up, cutting through the silence. Turning to the voice, [Name] saw Mr. Puffin, Emil's pet bird hovering over his head, struggling to hang onto a bag pinned between his beak. "Ah, yeah... Sorry about that. Here, Mr. Puffin, I'll take that," [Name] said, relieving the bird of his heavy load. "So, why did you call me over here and why the licorice?" Emil asked, stepping out

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Iceland x Reader - Jump scare

(Name) knew that her Icelandic friend, Emil, wasn't one for horror movies. Not that it stopped her from forcing him to watch a few of said genre in a row. By the end of their fifth, (Name) was too scared to go to the bathroom and Emil wasn’t sure if he should keep looking at the screen or turn away and see a ghost. The blond European was made of a sturdy material, viking blood ran through his veins and he had borne through more than most. As such, he had created a cool and composed exterior, one that wasn’t normally cracked. He would blush when embarrassed and fume when angered, he was human after all. He just prefered taking thi

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Iceland x Reader -Cold Hands, Warm Heart-

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Iceland x Reader: You're So Cute When You Stutter

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Photography (Iceland x Shyish!Reader)

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Iceland x Reader ~Trying Too Hard~

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342 Thumbs Up (Iceland x Youtuber!Reader)

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Iceland x Reader ~Starbound~ by GydroZMaa, literature

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Iceland x Reader ~Starbound~

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