Kiss IcelandXReader

You stared at your reflection in the mirror above your sink. You had a very, very big decision to make as your eyes followed the locks (h/l) (h/c) that framed your delicate face.

You, _______ _______, needed to figure out how to convince your best friend Emil to kiss you.

FLASHBACK

A five year old you kicked the rocks littering the path out of the way as you walked grumpily along, staring out at the dark and cold ocean from the scenic walkway of cliffs overlooking the sea. It was July, or in Icelandic Júlí. That's right, Icelandic –not that you knew a lot. Only the months, how to say hello-which was fairly easy -to ask for the bathroom, and of course, how to say you're hungry. Why do you need to know those phrases in Icelandic? It's all because, you now lived in Iceland due to your father's job relocating him. It's safe to say, that even as a five year old, you had enough attitude to know for a fact that you didn't want to move. By moving from (country name) you left all of your old friends behind and now you'd have to make new ones!

Even if you weren't shy, you're friendly and straightforward personality slightly scared the other kids. They didn't want to be your friend.

Well, you thought, huffing grumpily, that's too bad for them because they're missing out on my epicness!

Why did you have to leave all of your friends back home just because of your stupid dad? You scowled and huffed once more, crossing your arms angrily over your chest. You turned down the pathway that lead to the cliffs –only to find someone sitting down on the rocks casually feeding the puffins. You, not at all shy for a five year old, walked up to the silver haired boy and plopped down. Maybe he'd be your friend. Probably not though, since he's sitting all by himself with the weird looking birds and not hanging out with other kids –a five year old pastime. Of course, he could be an overly intelligent five year old that has a hobby. Or, you know, a really scrawny ten year old.

"Hi," you said, surveying his looks and deciding that since the colors silver and purple were epic, he'd be an alright friend, "I'm _______ _______. I'm five."

He turned his head and looked at you, "I'm Emil Steilson and I'm five too. You have a weird accent when you speak English."

"Do not!" you protested, giving him an odd look, "You're the one with the funky accent!"

"Are you from (country name?)," Emil asked you. You nodded, surprised that he had guessed but before you could answer he said, "Cool. I guess you don't speak much Icelandic, huh?"

"No."

"I could help you if you like," he said a faint pink on his cheeks, "I don't really have any friends except for Mr. Puffin. I'd really enjoy talking with you."

Oh, you were right, he didn't have any friends. That should be a turn off. However, you don't either.

You smiled at him, "I don't have any friends either. Let's be buddies Emil!"

He grinned happily back to you, "Ok. I'm really happy that we're friends, _______."

"Me too."

Before any more chatting could go on between you and your new best friend, a loud monotonous voice rang out, "EMIL!"

The violet eyed boy sighed, although you caught a ghost of a smile upon his lips, "That's my favorite big brother, Lukas. I have to go now. I'll see you back here tomorrow?"

You nodded and stood up as well, "Yeah, I'll see you then!" With that, the two of you hugged and went your separate ways.

END OF FLASHBACK

After that had happened, you would meet up with Emil every afternoon, and once you started back to school when everything got settled, after you had gotten home. The two of you would snack on tuna fish and crackers supplied by his older brother Lukas and talk about how your day had been. Emil was homeschooled along with a few other kids that his adopted parents had taken in –their names being Matthias Køhler, a Danish boy with gravity defying blonde hair and blue eyes, Berwald Oxenstierna, an intimidating Swede only a few weeks younger than Matthias, Tino Väinämöinen, a sweet Finish lad a year younger than Matthias and Berwald, closely followed by Lukas Bondevik, a child from Norway and the proclaimed favorite brother of the youngest, Emil. Most of them were orphans, but in Berwald's case, he was a foster child sent from an abusive home environment. The parents doted on all the children and quickly adopted Berwald.

You sighed at the memory, a smile on your face. Yes, you had been best friends with Emil for five years. You could come up with a way that wouldn't have any shameful consequences. You ran a brush through your hair and tried to come up with some sly way that wouldn't get you embarrassed until you sighed with frustration.

You'd just tell him the truth.

So, with that thought in your mind, you sprinted as fast as your ten year old legs could carry you to the cliffs where Emil was already waiting. He sat casually, one leg out and the other up with his arms resting on his knee. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him.

You sat next to him and started, "Hey Emil. I overheard some girl talk on the playground today."

"Really? What were they talking about?"

"Kissing," you answered quietly. Silence fell between the two of you before Emil responded.

"What about it?"

Your palms felt sweaty so you rubbed them on your pants, "At first I thought 'Hey! We're only ten! Why should you do that already?' and I brushed it off because they were the popular girls so of course they'd be doing that right now. Then, I moved to a different spot on the playground –by the girls that I was sure would think better before doing that yet –but, they were all talking and giggling about it like old pros! So I continued to move around and for some odd reason, all of the girls were talking about and most of the boys too and I just felt really left out. I'm the only one that hasn't had their first kiss yet."

"I haven't either," Emil informed you.

You sighed with frustration, "Yeah, I know. That's why I was wondering if maybe we could have our first kiss together since everyone else has. That way we aren't left out!"

Silence once again engulfed the both of you. You nervously glanced at your friend with apprehension. His brows were scrunched and he bit his bottom lip as he thought the proposal over.

Never before in your life had you wanted him to say yes so much.

Finally, after a pause that felt like an eternity, he said, "Ok. I'll kiss you."

"Seriously?" you exclaimed, surprised that he would agree to such an idea. Suddenly, his left hand went to your cheek, cupping your face as he pulled your mouth to his. You were shocked by how fast he had engaged in this activity, but your eyes closed anyways and you responded to the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. One of your hands rested on his outstretched arm while the other clung to the front of his shirt. He kept his right arm on the ground to support the both of you while your bodies moved into each other, kissing deeper and deeper without touching tongues.

When it came time for the both of you to breathe –since oxygen is a very important aspect of the human existence –your face was deeply flushed and Emil's was as well. His thumb stroked your cheek and he put his forehead on yours.

"I love you."

"Ég elska þig."

It was simultaneous and instant as the two of you locked hands.

"Stay with me forever."

"Always."

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A smile of contentment settled on your adult face as you woke, fully rested and happy from the dream you'd just had regarding your first kiss. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you'd had the memory in your sleep and somehow, the story never got old. You chuckled to yourself as you sat up in bed, placing a hand to your 8 months swollen stomach and smiled to yourself, turning your head to look at the man beside you. You fiddled with your wedding ring then stopped to stroke his silvery hair from his peaceful sleeping face. You placed a gentle kiss over each eyelid which closed of beautiful violet eyes and softly whispered:

"Always and forever Emil, I love you."