Literature
Viking! Norway x Reader: Part 17
It was late. In your lap, Emil snored gently, having fallen asleep shortly before. The fire was dying down, but getting up to add more wood would wake the boy. So instead, you stared at the flickering embers, resisting the urge to lean back and rest against the wall. Occasionally, the fire would pop, sending up sparks that would drift lazily for a bit before fading out.
Sometimes, a strong gust of wind would make the door creak, and you would sit up suddenly, your eyes locked on the handle and your throat tightening with a mixture of hope and fear. And then the wind would quiet, and no one would come through, and you would relax. And you&r