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Agnus Dei ~ Norway X Reader

Trigger Warnings, Character Death.If you notice anything else Triggering please note me or comment below.

A/N This story alternates between the past and present between different parts, they are differentiated by the latin text and the past is in italics. This also contains references to reincarnation if this for whatever reason offends you, you probably should not read this. I wanted to get those out of the way at the beginning and clear any confusion.

Agnus Dei

The blonde sipped at his mug of beer. A curl floating next to his head as he peered over at the barmaid. Noting with jealousy the way the drunkards on the table over loudly exclaimed about the beautiful maiden that they would do filthy things to.

The country of Norway was in love.

With a human no less.

England was the first to advise against it, the bitterness of Queen Elizabeth's death still fresh in his heart.

The second was France.

"The brief happiness is not worth the heartache, there are other pretty women to warm your bed, non?"

He was no stranger to sex, he was a viking, raping and pillaging across Europe. Even after the Nordics became Christianized and systematic rape became more of a frowned upon thing, he had no difficulty seducing women using charm instead of force..

But the Nordic country wanted something different.

He didn't want to simply bed you, he wanted to hold you close and lace his fingers with yours. He wanted to bury his nose into your hair and press a gentle kiss to it.

He wanted to love you and be loved by you in return.

Qui tollis peccata mundi

It was long after her death that Denmark brought the newly formed country for the Nordic five to see.

A little girl shyly peered out from behind the self proclaimed King of the North's leg. Norway was struck by the similarity between this little girl and you, the woman who still had such a firm grip on his heart.

Not only in appearance but in mannerism as well, after noticing the curl floating around his head you promptly marched up to him and demanded.

"How does it do that?"

"Magic."

"I was told that there was no such thing as magic," your chin sticking out defiantly.

"Did Denmark tell you that?"

“Yes,” you stated before noting, “but this morning he told me how toasters work is because he’s the king.”

“You probably shouldn’t believe him,” he leaned towards you noting how Denmark was fuming in the background.

Good.

“He lies a lot,” after he whispered that, you started nodding knowledgeably in agreement as Denmark let out an angry cry.

“DON’T LIE TO MY LITTLE SISTER!”

Miserere nobis

The blonde norwegian walked arm in arm with the beautiful maiden that was you. A bundle of purple heather lay in your free arm.

A strong gust of wind blew the purple blossoms out of your arm. You turned with an exclaim but the blonde was already ahead of you. Dashing forward to grab the flowers.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest as the red faced and panting man returned the purple flora. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and watched as the usually inexpressive man's cheek turned an even darker red.

Agnus Dei

Norway watched as you turned from a chubby child into a gawky teenager and then into a beautiful women.

The transformation in his own eyes was not a gradual one. He still had the image of a pubescent awkward girl with acne that wouldn't go away, until he looked at you and realized that was no longer the case.

Your hips filled out as well as your breasts. Your skins was no longer riddled with zits but instead was a lot smoother.

It wasn’t only a physical change but the way you held yourself changed as well. No longer thinking of yourself in a child’s body you learned how to carry yourself in a more feminine way.

Your hips swung with each step, and your head was held high with a confidence that a fully grown women had.

Denmark was already having a hard time beating away the other countries that flocked to court you.

Norway was struck with the creepy sense of deja vu with every action that you did. Every laugh and tear was the same as the girl that he loved. And the girl who died so long ago.

The two of you meandered through a park after a world conference. You attempting to get away from the mass quantity of males.

You peered out at the roses in bloom as you stated towards Norway.

“Every time I’m around you I feel like I had already lived it, a constant fog of deja vu in a way.”

He looked up at you in surprise.

“Even as a child I felt like we had already met.” you turned to face him.

He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I feel the same way,” you smiled at him as his clever facade refused to show you his emotion.

“Thank you for not just thinking I’m crazy.”

Qui tollis peccata mundi

”Hey! Norge!” the danish man shouted cheerfully towards the Norwegian.

Norway unwillingly turned away from his conversation with you to face Denmark.

“So this is the beautiful maiden that everyone is talking about.” Denmark cheekily sent a grin your way.

The Norwegian bristled up in rage at the Dane’s flirting. Denmark noted this with his usual smirk, leaning forward to whisper into Norway’s ear.

“I might have to take her for myself.”

With a snarl, Norway lunged forward to wrap his hands around the arrogant man’s neck. People in the crowd rushed forward to pull the two of them apart as you hesitantly stepped back from the enraged man.

Miserere nobis

Norway peered out into a mass amount of purple heather that you had put in the garden at Denmark’s house. Your hair shined from the sun, moving with the slight breeze as you weeded the garden.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled brightly at him.

Good god, you even smile the same.

“Hello Norway,” you got up dusting the dirt off of your pants, “Glad to see you.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, voice barely giving away his beating heart.

You smiled even brighter with his compliment, eyes twinkling.

“Might I ask,” he inquisited, “why did you grow purple heather.”

You blushed and turned slightly away.

Brushing some hair behind your ears you finally responded, “Purple heather always seemed important somehow.”

He couldn’t help himself. Grabbing your face, he gently eased his lips against yours.

After a second of shock, you responded pressing into the kiss. And reaching up to weave your fingers into his soft hair.

He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. Peering into your sparkling eyes, he had felt happier than he had since she died.

You eagerly leaned into his lips again. The purple heather around you gently swaying with the wind as the two of you kissed.

Agnus Dei

With an angry roar, the King of the North swung his battle axe at Norway. Since Denmark had seen you months ago, he was constantly vying for your attention as he had taken a certain fondness towards you and wanted you as his own.

All to the extreme displeasure of Norway. Certain that the Dane’s courtship was only a way to outdo the Norwegian, he challenged Denmark on the outskirts of the town

A challenge that Denmark was only too willing to accept..

Bringing his sword to meet the battle axe, he grunted at the force of the impact. Sparks flying from where metal hit metal. Truth be told Norway had missed the way his blood sang in battle, and the way that a small smile worked itself onto his face as he slashed with the long straight blade.

A root managed to curl itself around his foot, a gasp emitting from his mouth as he tumbled backwards.

He was the nation of Norway, once a bloodthirsty viking ruling the seas. Destroyer of monasteries and villages.

And he was going to die from a root.

With a smirk, Denmark slashed with his axe at the incapacitated nation. He glared up at the taller nation as the axe swung towards him, before the metal could lodge itself in him he was thrown away with an oof.

He turned to see you with an axe buried deeply into your side. Both of the male’s eyes widened in shock. And the two of them dashed. One towards you and the other away, both in shock.

Kneeling beside you, Norway pressed both of his hands around the blade in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. Blood pumping through his hands, tears ran down his face.

“Why,” he sobbed moving his hands to grasp at yours.

“Because I couldn’t let him hurt you,” you whispered, breath coming out in gasps.

“Not because you’re a country.” you reached up one of your hands to cup his face.

“But because I love you and I couldn’t bear to see you hurt because of me.”

Sobbing harder, he bent down to kiss you. The tang of blood in his nose as he pulled away.
“I love you too.”

“Remember your promise,” you said, gasps becoming harder and more rapid.

“Please.” gasps speeding up until a final rattling breath.

Your breathing stopped and your eyes grew dim as Norways tears splashed against your forehead. Still peering up into his blue eyes, Norway moved his hands from your still one to gently close your eyes.

Kissing your blood smeared forehead he murmured one last time to you.

“I love you.”

Qui tollis peccata mundi

"Denmark's going to murder you when he finds out," you said settling your naked body under the soft sheets.

"Let him try," he gently said curling his arms around your body, then pulling your close.

You nuzzled into his chest and murmured.

"I love you."

He stiffened up and then slowly relaxed, he had long suspected that it was the same women who returned to claim his heart.

But he figured after all of the years of torture that if this wasn’t her returning that he deserved a little bit of happiness.

God owed him that much.

“I love you too.”

Donna nobis pacem

You curled up beside him, muscles aching in a pleasurable way. He had been hesitant bedding you but you was insistent. You wanted, no needed to be intimate with him every way.

Laying there, with your body snugly pressed up against his, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

"Even if you stop loving me," you said pausing only to press a finger to his lips as he opened it to complain.

"Even if you stop loving me can you promise me that you will always remember me."

He used two fingers to guide your mouth to his.
“I promise I won’t forget you,” he murmured against your lips.

"Only because I won't stop loving you."

He brought your sleeping body closer to him.

"And I never will."

Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, grant us peace.

Description
Agnus Dei ~ Norway X Reader

Trigger Warnings, Character Death.If you notice anything else Triggering please note me or comment below.

A/N This story alternates between the past and present between different parts, they are differentiated by the latin text and the past is in italics. This also contains references to reincarnation if this for whatever reason offends you, you probably should not read this. I wanted to get those out of the way at the beginning and clear any confusion.

Agnus Dei

The blonde sipped at his mug of beer. A curl floating next to his head as he peered over at the barmaid. Noting with jealousy the way the drunkards on the table over loudly exclaimed about the beautiful maiden that they would do filthy things to.

The country of Norway was in love.

With a human no less.

England was the first to advise against it, the bitterness of Queen Elizabeth's death still fresh in his heart.

The second was France.

"The brief happiness is not worth the heartache, there are other pretty women to warm your bed, non?"

He was no stranger to sex, he was a viking, raping and pillaging across Europe. Even after the Nordics became Christianized and systematic rape became more of a frowned upon thing, he had no difficulty seducing women using charm instead of force..

But the Nordic country wanted something different.

He didn't want to simply bed you, he wanted to hold you close and lace his fingers with yours. He wanted to bury his nose into your hair and press a gentle kiss to it.

He wanted to love you and be loved by you in return.

Qui tollis peccata mundi

It was long after her death that Denmark brought the newly formed country for the Nordic five to see.

A little girl shyly peered out from behind the self proclaimed King of the North's leg. Norway was struck by the similarity between this little girl and you, the woman who still had such a firm grip on his heart.

Not only in appearance but in mannerism as well, after noticing the curl floating around his head you promptly marched up to him and demanded.

"How does it do that?"

"Magic."

"I was told that there was no such thing as magic," your chin sticking out defiantly.

"Did Denmark tell you that?"

“Yes,” you stated before noting, “but this morning he told me how toasters work is because he’s the king.”

“You probably shouldn’t believe him,” he leaned towards you noting how Denmark was fuming in the background.

Good.

“He lies a lot,” after he whispered that, you started nodding knowledgeably in agreement as Denmark let out an angry cry.

“DON’T LIE TO MY LITTLE SISTER!”

Miserere nobis

The blonde norwegian walked arm in arm with the beautiful maiden that was you. A bundle of purple heather lay in your free arm.

A strong gust of wind blew the purple blossoms out of your arm. You turned with an exclaim but the blonde was already ahead of you. Dashing forward to grab the flowers.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest as the red faced and panting man returned the purple flora. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and watched as the usually inexpressive man's cheek turned an even darker red.

Agnus Dei

Norway watched as you turned from a chubby child into a gawky teenager and then into a beautiful women.

The transformation in his own eyes was not a gradual one. He still had the image of a pubescent awkward girl with acne that wouldn't go away, until he looked at you and realized that was no longer the case.

Your hips filled out as well as your breasts. Your skins was no longer riddled with zits but instead was a lot smoother.

It wasn’t only a physical change but the way you held yourself changed as well. No longer thinking of yourself in a child’s body you learned how to carry yourself in a more feminine way.

Your hips swung with each step, and your head was held high with a confidence that a fully grown women had.

Denmark was already having a hard time beating away the other countries that flocked to court you.

Norway was struck with the creepy sense of deja vu with every action that you did. Every laugh and tear was the same as the girl that he loved. And the girl who died so long ago.

The two of you meandered through a park after a world conference. You attempting to get away from the mass quantity of males.

You peered out at the roses in bloom as you stated towards Norway.

“Every time I’m around you I feel like I had already lived it, a constant fog of deja vu in a way.”

He looked up at you in surprise.

“Even as a child I felt like we had already met.” you turned to face him.

He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I feel the same way,” you smiled at him as his clever facade refused to show you his emotion.

“Thank you for not just thinking I’m crazy.”

Qui tollis peccata mundi

”Hey! Norge!” the danish man shouted cheerfully towards the Norwegian.

Norway unwillingly turned away from his conversation with you to face Denmark.

“So this is the beautiful maiden that everyone is talking about.” Denmark cheekily sent a grin your way.

The Norwegian bristled up in rage at the Dane’s flirting. Denmark noted this with his usual smirk, leaning forward to whisper into Norway’s ear.

“I might have to take her for myself.”

With a snarl, Norway lunged forward to wrap his hands around the arrogant man’s neck. People in the crowd rushed forward to pull the two of them apart as you hesitantly stepped back from the enraged man.

Miserere nobis

Norway peered out into a mass amount of purple heather that you had put in the garden at Denmark’s house. Your hair shined from the sun, moving with the slight breeze as you weeded the garden.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled brightly at him.

Good god, you even smile the same.

“Hello Norway,” you got up dusting the dirt off of your pants, “Glad to see you.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, voice barely giving away his beating heart.

You smiled even brighter with his compliment, eyes twinkling.

“Might I ask,” he inquisited, “why did you grow purple heather.”

You blushed and turned slightly away.

Brushing some hair behind your ears you finally responded, “Purple heather always seemed important somehow.”

He couldn’t help himself. Grabbing your face, he gently eased his lips against yours.

After a second of shock, you responded pressing into the kiss. And reaching up to weave your fingers into his soft hair.

He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. Peering into your sparkling eyes, he had felt happier than he had since she died.

You eagerly leaned into his lips again. The purple heather around you gently swaying with the wind as the two of you kissed.

Agnus Dei

With an angry roar, the King of the North swung his battle axe at Norway. Since Denmark had seen you months ago, he was constantly vying for your attention as he had taken a certain fondness towards you and wanted you as his own.

All to the extreme displeasure of Norway. Certain that the Dane’s courtship was only a way to outdo the Norwegian, he challenged Denmark on the outskirts of the town

A challenge that Denmark was only too willing to accept..

Bringing his sword to meet the battle axe, he grunted at the force of the impact. Sparks flying from where metal hit metal. Truth be told Norway had missed the way his blood sang in battle, and the way that a small smile worked itself onto his face as he slashed with the long straight blade.

A root managed to curl itself around his foot, a gasp emitting from his mouth as he tumbled backwards.

He was the nation of Norway, once a bloodthirsty viking ruling the seas. Destroyer of monasteries and villages.

And he was going to die from a root.

With a smirk, Denmark slashed with his axe at the incapacitated nation. He glared up at the taller nation as the axe swung towards him, before the metal could lodge itself in him he was thrown away with an oof.

He turned to see you with an axe buried deeply into your side. Both of the male’s eyes widened in shock. And the two of them dashed. One towards you and the other away, both in shock.

Kneeling beside you, Norway pressed both of his hands around the blade in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. Blood pumping through his hands, tears ran down his face.

“Why,” he sobbed moving his hands to grasp at yours.

“Because I couldn’t let him hurt you,” you whispered, breath coming out in gasps.

“Not because you’re a country.” you reached up one of your hands to cup his face.

“But because I love you and I couldn’t bear to see you hurt because of me.”

Sobbing harder, he bent down to kiss you. The tang of blood in his nose as he pulled away.
“I love you too.”

“Remember your promise,” you said, gasps becoming harder and more rapid.

“Please.” gasps speeding up until a final rattling breath.

Your breathing stopped and your eyes grew dim as Norways tears splashed against your forehead. Still peering up into his blue eyes, Norway moved his hands from your still one to gently close your eyes.

Kissing your blood smeared forehead he murmured one last time to you.

“I love you.”

Qui tollis peccata mundi

"Denmark's going to murder you when he finds out," you said settling your naked body under the soft sheets.

"Let him try," he gently said curling his arms around your body, then pulling your close.

You nuzzled into his chest and murmured.

"I love you."

He stiffened up and then slowly relaxed, he had long suspected that it was the same women who returned to claim his heart.

But he figured after all of the years of torture that if this wasn’t her returning that he deserved a little bit of happiness.

God owed him that much.

“I love you too.”

Donna nobis pacem

You curled up beside him, muscles aching in a pleasurable way. He had been hesitant bedding you but you was insistent. You wanted, no needed to be intimate with him every way.

Laying there, with your body snugly pressed up against his, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

"Even if you stop loving me," you said pausing only to press a finger to his lips as he opened it to complain.

"Even if you stop loving me can you promise me that you will always remember me."

He used two fingers to guide your mouth to his.
“I promise I won’t forget you,” he murmured against your lips.

"Only because I won't stop loving you."

He brought your sleeping body closer to him.

"And I never will."

Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, grant us peace.