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The Beckoning Shores - P1 - Norway x OC

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The Beckoning Shores
An OC x Norway Story



One: An Unfortunate Delight



“Stupid Dane!” The complaint aroused her from the boring yet mesmerising task of watching the churning waves of the English Coast. The monotonous cry of the gulls was interrupted and Skåne was drawn to staring at Norway, who remained looking to the cliffs. On the top of the cliffs there were obvious signs of something being burnt and with the raids on England being Denmark’s idea to begin with; it was too easy to figure out what was going on up there.

Skåne, or rather, Helga looked at Lukas (Norway) with worried eyes and a tightened lip. Lukas always got annoyed when the crazy loon went off hollering about stealing cows and burning… was it monks or monkeys? The fact that Denmark often tended to try and throw competitions out to his “brother” made it even more difficult for Lukas to cope. So Helga found herself in nerve-wracking quarters with the Nord; if only because she liked him.

“He’s… he’s just doing what he does.” Helga coughed gently, trying to bite down her tongue so she didn’t talk. In situations with Lukas she had to act like her father – silent and thoughtful whilst also confident enough that no one would bully her around. But around Norway her guard kept dropping and she kept talking and getting distant looks that made her feel like she’d done something awful. Sometimes she just wished she could be herself and not have to cope with his obvious condescension. “Besides he can’t be that stupid if he’s the one that’s making more money from raids then trading like you….”

Helga clasped a hand in front of her mouth and turned back to look at the water. She hid the blush from him by staring out at the blue and green waves, trying to resist the urge to punch herself in the face. Why did she have to say anything? But the young lady was soon fingering at her blonde hair in thought as she realised that saying something had managed to shut Norway up. She also noticed that his creepy vibes when he was trying to make a point had not appeared. For a long time there was silence on the deck of the boat before Norway shrugged his shoulder.

“Whatever I’m going to have a nap – I’d say wake me when that fool returns but I’ll hear him anyway.” Lukas turned on his heel, his head high in the air and his countenance almost arrogant. Her statement had touched a nerve and he was going to try and avoid her now. He grabbed the nearest sheet of fur and stuffed it around himself before curling up in a corner of the boat. Helga watched him for several minutes and then nodded her head.

She stepped further away from his end of the ship to the other and clambered up near the figurehead. Leaning against the dragon carving with the balance of a hovering kestrel, Helga stared out at the waters once more and breathed a heavy sigh.

Sometimes I wonder if he even likes people… he never wants to talk and always wants to do things his way or not at all. When someone criticises he usually snaps at them, but he didn’t do that just now… he just seemed to take my words and ignore me… Helga groaned as she thoughts about it more, loosing sight of what was going on completely. I mean… if Denmark had said it they would have fought and even if my sister had said something he probably would have said something just as insulting. But instead he backs down? Oh… I just don’t know…  

Helga remained clinging to the dragon head and staring out at the cliffs for a moment. It was not easy to cope with things when you had a crush, but having a crush on a guy like Norway? Well… that was just asking for trouble wasn’t it? There was no way he’d ever be interested in little Skåne….

Just off the back of the ship something ominous was strolling through the waters with an air of relaxation and yet it was ominous. Some dark-wooded vessel more in a Frankish style then any longboat was shuffling along the edges of the rocks, suggesting whoever navigated knew the water like the back of their hand. The large sail was little more then a patchwork of similar coloured fabric squares of black forming a curious invention of a white skull with some strange curved pair of crossing swords….

Had Skåne been observing that portion of the longboat or had even paid attention to the continuous warnings Sweden had informed her of; she might have recognised it as trouble. Pirates in the North Sea were uncommon… except when they were the vessels of England….

When Helga heard the sudden fast paddling of several oars and watched the larger boat sidle up to the harboured longship, she had barely any time to leap from the figurehead before something knocked her off her feet. To her terror Helga was hooked under someone’s arm and being swung off her ship and into the vessel of the pirate ship. A motley crew of angry looking men stared at her in surprise; the chunky little blonde was released only to stumble until she fell onto her backside.

“Oh and I was so hoping to find a proper Viking warrior aboard that vessel for some sport. Terrible shame it’s a woman – then again with the girly hair most Vikings sport you can’t blame a gentleman for assuming…” The words, stretched and smart sounding but coiled ruthlessly by a grinning mouth made Helga tremble. She stood herself up, patting dirt from her clothes and looked straight at the richly clothed man that stared at her with interest.

“Every Viking is a warrior!” Helga hissed before grabbing a half-broken oar left on the boat and charging at England. He had not expected her attack and before he could counter it she had barged him in the stomach. England fell backwards, his legs flailing in the air as the force knocked him off and into the water. Helga had to drop the wood and grab the side of the boat to stop herself following into the water. The men on the boat looked over the side too, a trail of fading bubbles their only sign that their master had indeed gone overboard. “Oh no! He’s not coming up!”

“Of course he isn’t, he can barely swim!” One of the men barked at her and Helga looked to them anxiously. Why weren’t they jumping in to help him? Before she could even stop herself to think what she was doing, Helga was in the water. She swam with strong strokes to the sunken pirate who seemed to be lying against hard rocks, not moving or even breathing. Helga dropped down to sit gently on the bottom, her cheeks bursting as she kept her own breath. She stretched a hand out to grip him and then almost screamed her air out as his green eyes flashed open. England stretched out a hand, caught her shoulder and smashed her against the nearest rock….

When Helga awoke it was to the sound of cargo being moved across and dropped onto the deck. The longboats were not normally so full of stuff, but when Helga tried to blink her eyes and see what was going on she gave a little squeak. Something tight was binding her in place and she tried to force herself from whatever hard object was pressed to her back. As she looked about herself, she could tell that she’d been tied to the mast and then a tent had been erected around her. She was on a different boat this time… her boat!

“Where is Lukas?” Helga panted nervously, speaking aloud though no one seemed to be there to hear it. She could not believe that her damned conscious had made her help out a pirate! Why had Berwald encouraged that kind of behaviour? Why? Because drowning at the bottom of the sea was no way to die and certainly not suitable for any warrior!

“If you’re referring to Norway then I’m afraid he bolted off the ship to go and fetch Denmark after you jumped in the water. Quite a noisy girl aren’t you?” England had strolled over to her and was standing proudly with one of the amber trinkets she’d been given by Sweden to keep hold of. The moment Helga saw it she panicked, looking about her as best she could to see where he had taken it from. To her relief she was still dressed, although someone had undone one of the stitches in the side of her shirt.

“What did you do?” Helga snapped, thrashing about though tied quite securely. England just grinned at her and threw the trinket in the air before catching it swiftly. He rolled it gently around his hands before turning to look at her with a sly grin, only to wink. England then strolled closer and stroked the edge of her warm blushing cheek. He pressed his face close to her blonde hair and sniffed it gently. Helga felt her rage building up and wanted to smash his face in, but a sound from nearby alerted them both to danger. Something was terrifying the pirates on the main ship and England growled in annoyance. He turned from the tied Viking girl and stomped out of the tent only to be staring at his ship… ON FIRE!

“WHAT THE DEVIL?” England bleated before a strong pair of legs swung into the tent and smacked him in the face and across the floor. A tall figure stood proud but nonchalant as he stared at Helga, almost surprise she had not escaped yet.

“LUKAS! But he told me you’d run away?” Helga blurted, not able to hold her excitement as he strolled over and undid the ropes around her wrists. She was released but her legs were numb and she fell right into Norway’s chest. Lukas gripped her automatically but then straightened her up and looked her firmly in the eyes.

“I don’t runaway from anything! I was just sitting hanging onto the boat for a while. Now… we’re not far from a small island that Denmark and I have used before as a resting station. It’s a narrow pass into the cave and we’re going to have to swim it… do you think you can make it?” Lukas made her look him firmly in the eyes and for a moment Helga felt delirious, only to nod her head firmly and get pulled out of the tent.

England shuffled with a groan on the floor, his hands clasping the piece of amber he still had….
This series is a commission by :iconzirahz: and the character is her OC of Skåne County in Scania – if I call her Scania at any time feel free to hit me! ([link])
She is known by the human name of Helga Oxenstjärna and she’s practically Berwald (Sweden’s) daughter… l like many others.
She’s an interesting place and character so I hope I can do her justice!

Hetalia (C) Himaruya
Image (C) :iconnek0shichan: see original link here: [link]
OC (C) :iconzirahz:
Story (C) :iconechosdusk:

What do you think?
The next chapters will be Lemon of course.

PART TWO: [link]
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(( So intense!!!! Admin loves this!!! ))