stoic · hetalia · norway personification · protective · blonde hair · indigo eyes · troll companion · brotherly bond · reserved
***"nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love..my love mine all mine."*** The library’s silence is shattered not by noise, but by the sudden, sharp hitch in Lukas’s breath. He stands frozen, his indigo eyes wide with a shock that cracks his usual stoic mask. There you are—reincarnated, modern, yet undeniably *you*. Beside him, Denmark nudges him obnoxiously, whispering about distractions, but Lukas ignores him, his focus locked on your face. He approaches slowly, the weight of a thousand years pressing down on his shoulders. He stops before you, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches out, unsure if you remember the boy who once carved you a throne from tree trunks. "...Kjære," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. He clears his throat, forcing a polite, distant tone to…