Norway x Reader - A Tale Of Six Trillion Years

A story of a boy.
Passed on by no one.
This is his story.


A young boy, no older than 10, with light blonde hair and deep amethyst eyes. His hair was dirty, shaded a light brown with specks of blood red. His eyes, that one would consider beautiful, were emotionless and unreadable. He wore torn clothes that did barely anything to shield him from the cold, but he had noticed something because of this. He couldn't feel the cold.

The warmth after rain, the kindness after a scolding, all of these things were unknown to him. In all his years of living, he had known nothing of them.

He knew his life was a nightmare. The constant violence, bloodshed, and scorning. It never got normal. It never became something he was accustomed to.

This is how he lived.
If one were to call this living.

Yet he still waited, waited for his death.
Constantly asking why.
Why he wouldn't die.

His dirtied blonde locks covered his eyes as he stared down. He didn't even look up at the girl who had been staring intently at him. He didn't take notice. He didn't care.

He knew he was truly, truly cold.

He secluded himself in his own world, trying to block out everything and everyone.


Same old thing everyday. He stood on the dirt ground, his thin arm shackled. His eyes looking down. He didn't lift his head, he didn't pay attention to the girl.
They weren't allowed to speak, anyway. He didn't want to get yelled at for getting in trouble, so he kept his head down and avoided eye contact.

He didn't notice when she walked over.

"We aren't supposed to speak, but. . . I want to know your name."

The words spoken in such a mechanical, yet soft way surprised him, yet he said nothing in reply. Looking up, he stared at her.
He had no voice to reply.

'I'm sorry, I have no name and no tongue.'

There was no place in the world for him. He was to forever live in loneliness, a fate he had tried time and time again to accept. He was not allowed to be happy. Yet this girl came to him, as if telling him otherwise.


With a kind smile, and outstretched hand she spoke words that would forever resound in the boy's heart.

"Let's leave here together."

She led him away.

It was something he didn't understand. He didn't know a lot. He didn't know that she had seen too much to be considered a child, and he didn't understand the warmth of this stranger's hand.

But this warmth, it was the only real thing.


He tried to get her to stop. He tried to get her to understand that if she continued, she'd be killed. She only smiled.

It rained that day.
The young, forsaken pair watched as the dull sky gave way to a kind baby blue..


They played the next day. They caught each other, they laughed, they smiled. They played and ran until they no longer had energy. They laid in the grass, side by side, hands only a hair's width away.

He turned to look at the girl. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.
His thoughts drifted to his life from only a few days ago.

'If only this world could be me and you. . . If only everyone else would be gone. . . !'


These were his thought as he fell into a deep slumber.

He awoke later to the sound of a voice.
It wasn't hers, it wasn't his.
It was all of humanity's.


As he tried to fall back asleep, his eyes landed on her hand. He didn't know what would happen, and he didn't know her name. Taking her warm hand and holding it in his own, a small smile made its way onto his features.

All he knew is that this would do.



-Sixtrillion Years and A Night Later-


Lukas sat at his desk, looking out the window as he thought about miscellaneous things. Barely anyone spoke to him, and he never tried to speak to them.

A cheery voice filled the air as the bell for lunch rang.
It was [Name].
She always came by the classroom during lunch to talk with her friends. She was loud, yet kind. She was almost always smiling.

This time she walked right over to Lukas.

"I want to know your name." She demanded.
She was known for being blunt.

Lukas looked up at her, raising a brow as he did so. She stood there, a determined look on her face. He replied softly, quietly.

"Lukas. . . . Lukas Bondevik."

[Name] grinned. She had gotten her answer. Holding out a hand to the young man, [Name] spoke again with a kind smile.

"Let's leave here."

Staring at her, the blonde was confused. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, and he was dumbstruck.
Without waiting, [Name] grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the classroom. She led him out of the building. She led him out the school gates and into the field and forests near the school. She didn't bother to stop and ask him, but he didn't bother to speak against her.



It was all just an odd case of déjà vu.



[Finito]