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i’m sorry my tumblr is so dead- i’m sill alive i’m just more active on instagram...

some norway practices-

i usually draw him like the top version but i thought it would be fun to try the canon one-

nyo!iceland because i wanted to draw all the nyo nordics but idk anymore i might make them later i guess-

i used the new sailor outfits but put them in the nordics ^^ i did both hair variations because i didn’t think the brown fit

(i’ll be using these outfits a lot especially russia’s THEY ARE SO CUTE✨💖💞💖💞✨)

I’ve been wanting to draw a skiing norway for quite a while. i guess this is how it turned out-

A quick 17th of May headcanon 🇧🇻

Norway perceives the 17th of May as his peoples' celebration. He likes wandering among them from morning till evening enjoying their fest mood. Norway never asks Nordics to organize a party for himself but when he returns home a pleasant surprise from his brothers will always wait for him

Nordics' Mafia Roles

Denmark – Townie Sweden – Detective Norway – Mafia Finland – Lone Wolf Iceland – Doctor

Viking trio

First kiss~

A Sunor Tale Chapter 2: Middle Times

Part 2.

One thing that did not change was how Lukas and Berwald stayed at each other's side, and met at the hill watching the town from afar.

Just leaning against each other, Berwald’s eyes glimmered with life again and Lukas was not afraid to speak his mind.

But no more kisses …

They both wanted, but they found out it was a sin for two men to kiss or love each other. Berwald always looked down at his feet whenever someone took up the disgusting conversation about same sex love.

Lukas did not say anything but knew Berwald like the back of his hand and he knew that Berwald was one of them, and he loved him nonetheless. Lukas was not sure about it yet but he was maybe in the group as well. Their people could not know however. And they could not kiss and hold hands. Not only because it was disgusting in the eyes of their people, but also because men did not hold hands, it was not manly. And they both where young men so that was why they just said goodbye waving their hands.

“Matthias can you stop?!” Berwald yelled at the older boy as he was trying to make a wooden figurine. Matthias however did not stop and continued to throw bread pieces at the poor Swede. Norway sat in the corner, book in hand, as well as a sleeping Iceland beside him. That was also new, Iceland was part of their family now, he was the youngest and Lukas’ little bother to take care of.

Lukas looked up and sighted, he put down his book and moved Iceland from his lap to stand up and smack the Dane on the head.

“Stop doing that. You are upsetting Berwald”

“Ah I am upsetting Berry, really? Then why do you come to me? He should stand up and fight me himself”

Lukas’ eyes went dark. “Are you trying to start a fight again?” his voice dark as eyes. These two had fought non stop for weeks now and Iceland hated it, so did the Norwegian. Norway did not blame Sweden for the fights, no, never, this was all Denmark’s fault and Sweden just could not take any more of it.

“No I am not Lukas, I’m just bored and I want to play with Berry” Matthias gave puppy dog eyes at him.

“Well then maybe you could ask nicely to do something with me instead of throwing things at me.” Berwald snapped at Matthias. Matthias stuck his tongue out at the younger. Lukas rolled his eyes and told Matthias to play with Emil that had just woken up. It seemed like playing with the little baby made Matthias slightly go back to that one Matthias they knew. While Matthias sat and played with Emil, Lukas sat down besides Berwald.

“It looks nice”

Berwald always had a talent for making things with his hands, he made all their swords back in the day. Now as young teenagers and in this new age he could not make swords any more so he made other things like wooden animals.

“Really?”

Norway gave him a small nod.

“Here, it is for you” Berwald placed the little figurine in Lukas’ lap. The blonde boy took it gently in his hands and looked at it, it was an amazing hand work. It was a little horse with lots of flower carvings, trees and forest on it and on its neck was a carved inscription. It spelled out “ Till Lukas”.

“Takk” Norway smiled with his heart feeling warm.

A Sunor Tale Chapter 2: Middle Times

Part 1.

September 12th 1297,

Malmö

Humans were fast at changes when it came to living situations on the planet. More people were born and the society grew very fast. But so did the relations between the different folks in the world.

There were no more vikings any more and their swords were not as big and strong as they used to be. Swords were now more for showing off than for fighting with. Their clothes had been changed to a much more complicated fashion as well as more colourful and more smaller weird things stuck on them.

Norway had been very unwilling to put on the new fashion at first but he soon got used to it, he had to, after all. This were the clothes his people wanted to wear, then he would wear them too. Sweden had really never cared for fashion, sure he thought the clothes looked like a joke but he just put them on silently without a fuss.

Their names had also changed with the time, or rather the beliefs of their people. That was something Norway and Sweden hated. They really did not like this Christian thing but if that was what their people said then yeah… how could they say no, no one would listen to them about this kind of things anyways.

Björn’s name became Berwald, it was not that far different from his original name but still strange. Ivar became Lukas and he had a very hard time with the change at first, but as well as Berwald he got used to it after some time.

Both of them had no idea how it happened but somehow the Dane had gained much control over both of them. Lukas knew he should had been more careful around that fucking Matthias. Still they were friends. Lukas, Berwald and Matthias got along just the same way as back in the viking times, still unbreakable from each other. It was just a little bit different… something was strained around them, around their people. Matthias’ smile was no longer a goofy friendly smile. No, his smile had changed like a monster’s sharp teeth. He was more clingy to them than ever, always on their backs, watching them.

The Dane had always been clingy, it had not been a problem at all back then, Berwald was a bit clingy as well and Lukas secretly loved having Berwald lean against him. Berwald had never been annoyed by the Dane’s ways but somehow Lukas’ two friends seemed to start more serious fights rather than the playful ones that they had when they were younger.

One time, in such a fight, Matthias had really hurt Berwald's arm with his axe that he had gotten from his boss. And while Berwald was looking at his arm which was pouring out red crimson blood from its wound, Matthias had jumped up and down in happiness that he won. Lukas’ eyes had widen at what he saw. Sure Matthias was reckless and an idiot, but he was their friend and had never hurt them like this before.

Denmark had changed. Both Sweden and Norway could see that, he was still their brother ...but he was so different now than the Matthias they had grown to love as a brother. He liked to hurt them, liked to fight, he loved to be in control …

After the arm incident Berwald changed as well. He had always been quiet and calm but not cold and emotionless. His eyes became lifeless, they only lit up when Norway was alone with him. Norway changed also, he didn't know why but in the shadow of Denmark and Sweden he looked small and pathetic. His people felt like that as well. Lukas had been the strongest of the three when they were children; Now, however, Matthias had grown stronger as ever and Lukas could see Berwald was running for the crown as well. The tiny and scrawny Berwald had now muscles and a firm body, Lukas had a firm body as well but not those muscles Berwald had. And it made Lukas angry that he could not be as tall as Berwald.

Lukas had once been more open with his words, more in control and more like the leader of the group. Now he just stayed silent in the corner, just listening to the stupid things that were  said. Back in the day, he would have gone up and yelled at the stupid words that were said. Lukas however knew that right now if he did that he would be slapped for talking. Then its best to be quiet, he would not waste his voice on somebody who did not listen to him.

They had changed.

A Sunor Tale Chapter 1: The viking Times

Part 3.

As time went on the little boys became like one, they never left each other's side unless they really needed to. The two villages also became closer. Soon enough, Norge was forced to introduce Sverige to Danmark. However the three boys were a great team and they always seemed to be able to smile when they were close to each other. Each day they became smarter and stronger with each other’s help.

During that time Norge, may have taken Sverige’s hand when they walked over a river. That was only because he knew how clumsy the younger nation was and he did not want him to drown, that was all, nothing else. They both ended up holding the Danish nation's hands anyway because he could not stop whining over how unfair it was that the two younger nations were  used to the nature while he was used to flatness and just a few trees. Sverige and Norge had rolled their eyes at the Dane's dramatic ways but nonetheless had held his hands.

Later when the sun was going down the Dane  just waved goodbye leaving his two quiet friends behind. They were both now a little older. Sweden about seven now and Norway somewhere about nine and a half years old. They stood there in the cold weather just listening to the wind blowing through the trees. They were standing on a grassy hill seeing as the sky turned to a dark purple golden shine when the sun went down. Everything was silent and they felt like they were the kings of the world, seeing everything so small at their feet. They both wished that they could be free like this forever, coming back here everyday knowing that they meet on the hill again in the morning, ready for another day of being close, holding hands in secret and sailing away on small adventures together.

None of them wanted to move, but the sun was soon gone for today and they needed to get home if they did not want to be punished for being late. Ever since the boys had started being around each other had their bosses been more strict with curfew rules.

They were young nations but still they had seen more than any other human child in their life. They were vikings and so they lived for exploring and taking what they wanted and at the end then go home. Still there was so many things they did not know, even if they had seen a lot in their life.

But what they did know was that you kissed someone that you adored, someone you wanted to be close to. They had seen the humans do this a lot of times, so why should it be wrong for them to do it?

Norway had slowly turned to Sweden, they then looked into each others eyes. This is what Ivar really adored about Björn, they didn't need to say a word to each other, they could just communicate with their eyes. Norway leaned forward and kissed Sweden softly on the lips. They both felt a warmth in them as their lips connected. Björn blushed and so did Ivar, they both gave a silent nod before turning to walk to their homes.

They were just friends that liked each other and had given a small kiss. That was all, just friends, because love was not yet in their vocabulary.