Nordic 5XReader - Mysterious hot guys: Ch 13

_{Nordic Five X Reader
Mysterious Hot Guys}

Chapter 13
-Visiting Hours-


     The school bell rang and signalled the end of the day. You packed up your things and headed to your locker, walking with Arthur. He was talking about something his little brother Alfred did that ticked him off, but you weren't listening to him. You were too busy wondering how Sadiq's condition was and if it had improved since you saw him yesterday.

     "(Name), are you even listening to me?!" Arthur asked, with his fluffy black brows furrowed.

     "Huh?" You said as you turned to the Brit and blinked.

     He sighed and folded his arms across his chest before avert his gaze away from you. "Gosh, you're so useless to talk to." He stated but you watched as his face softened a little. "Though, I can't really blame you. What happened last night was absolutely terrible… your house… your brother…"

     You waved away Arthur's concern and forced a smile onto your lips. "Oh Arthur, everything will be fine. I'm sure my house will be sorted in no time and Sadiq will get better. He's a tough cookie."

     "True." Arthur muttered as he let his vision slowly drift back to you. "Where are you going to sleep now that your room has been smashed in?"

     "Sadiq's room. Since he's bedbound at the hospital, I get his bedroom while things are being sorted out."

     "Convenient."

     "I'd rather you didn't call it that."

     "Sorry." Arthur trailed off as he glared at the ground.

     An awkward silence pushed down on the two of you. Neither of you had the guts to look the other in the eye. You both decided to shuffle your feet at the same time, making things even more awkward. You felt like blushing, just out of pure nervousness, as you and Arthur had never had such quietness washed over the two of you before. Even though the hall was busy and noisy, every sound just seemed to be blurred out so all you could listen to was… nothingness.

     Arthur parted his lips to say something, but Emil came into your little silent conversation. "(Name), Arthur-"

     "If you want to speak to her alone, don't worry, I'm leaving." Arthur said in a rough tone as he closed his eyes and shoved past Emil.

     Emil's eyes followed Arthur for a moment or two before he turned to you. "He doesn't like me, does he?"

     You were still gazing down the hall as Arthur sank into the sea of people when you answered Emil. "I think he just needs time to warm up to you." You gave the Icelandic boy your full attention that was accompanied by a tiny grin. "What did you want, anyway Emil?"

     "Since Lukas has no problem with us hanging out together now… I thought that maybe… We could do something now?"

     "Oh… I was going to go to the hospital to see how Sadiq is." Emil looked down, but before he could say anything, words just seemed to slip out of your mouth; "If you like though, you can come with me?"

     Emil looked at you, rather strangely. "Would that be alright?"

     You nodded your head. "Like you said earlier, we're friends now, and I need friends at times like this."

     "Wouldn't you rather have someone like Elizabeta or Gilbert come with you instead?" Emil asked. He wasn't ungrateful that you had offered him the choice to visit Sadiq with you, no; in fact he loved the thought that you held him close enough to feel comfortable enough for him to be present at such a scene.

     "Well, they are two of my closest friends, but Roderich's concert is tonight so Elizabeta will be at that and Gilbert is probably going to acquire alcohol from somewhere and drink it in a park with Francis and Antonio. Gil's never really been someone to go to for emotion support anyway…" You stated with a bit of a nervous chuckle.

     "I see…" Was all Emil uttered. He then offered out his hand to you. "Then… we should go and see Sadiq."

     You stared down at his palm, bemused by the gesture. It was clear that he wanted you to hold his hand, but something inside of you was too scared to take it, just in case you were wrong. Emil's fingers twitched and curled a little as his lips were crestfallen. He was about to retract his hand, feeling that he had pushed too far too soon with that simple action, but you caught him before he dropped his arm.

     "Alright." You tried your best not let your orbs look into his as your cheeks were a slight pink colour. His hand fitted perfectly into yours as your fingers filled the gaps between his. His palm wasn't clammy, but fresh and warm yet chilling.

     Walking out of the school, hand in hand, seemed like a breeze at first, but you soon felt curious and shocked eyes looking over the two of you. Obviously, the whole school wasn't interested in this 'development' between you and Emil, but it certainly felt like the whole school was suddenly judging you and looking you up and down. You gulped a little and your grip loosened on him a little.

     "Are you OK, (Name)?" Emil glanced at you and blinked. He had a bit of a blank expression as though he was oblivious of the thoughts running through your peers' minds.

     "O-of course…" You tried to ignore those who surrounded you. You needed a conversation topic just to get your mind off of the thought of who was studying you! "S-So, how come you're Icelandic yet your big brother is Norwegian." (NAME)! What were you thinking?! You can't just simply ask someone a question like that, and yet you just did! You mentally face palmed.

     Emil was quiet for a moment and those enchanting lilac eyes of his were hard-focused as he contemplated how to word his answer to you. "Mine and Lukas' mum is Icelandic, while our dad is Norwegian. They had an arranged marriage within our little cult thing, but married life didn't work out for them, so after I was born, mum moved to Iceland, taking me with her. I was raised there for most of my life, until I was called back to Norway to live with Lukas and the others. Since Lukas had powers, they thought I did too…"

     "Do you?" Your mouth seemed to like moving before your brain thought.

     "… No. At least, they haven't been found yet anyway. One or the two."

     "Oh, you must feel so left out…"

     "Not really." Emil shrugged his shoulders and clenched your hand tighter. "In a way, I hope I never find any powers within me, so I can live a normal life. Being stuck in this cult had sort of made me grow up before my time, while it makes the others act so childish. I know you haven't seen it, but even Berwald has a playful side, and Lukas is very immature in how he acts on some matters, like how he wants us to keep ourselves to ourselves. It's almost as though he's a jealous child who doesn't want his friends to be friends with anyone else. Ah… it pisses me off."

     "Maybe so, but I bet you still love Lukas."

     Emil blushed heavily and he snatched his hand away from you. He closed his eyes and had steam practically coming from his ears. "Like I'd ever love brother dearest!"

     "You just called him brother dearest!" You laughed and pointed to Emil who slapped a hand over his mouth, his face still as red as lava from what had just subconsciously slipped past his lips. You knew he loved his brother, even though he tried so hard to act like he didn't. "There's nothing wrong about loving your siblings." You pointed out as you arrived at the hospital's automatic doors.

     You stared up at the sterile, white building that intimidated you. You hoped with all your heart that your own brother was still breathing.