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IcelandxReader ~ Moving Boxes

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You heard footsteps getting louder as you waited behind the tall wooden door. Tapping your foot impatiently, you wondered what was taking him so long. Just as you were about to turn and leave, the door swung open, revealing a tired looking Emil wearing nothing but a pair of black loose sweatpants and a white tee.

"_-______? What are you doing here so early?" He mumbled, rubbing the sleep away from his icy violet eyes.

"To help you pack some boxes, silly!" You thumped his forehead, earning a very loud shriek of pain.

"You weren't supposed to be here until 10 AM! You're 3 hours early!" Emil whined, giving you an annoyed look as he rubbed his temple.

Your Icelandic friend was moving into his new house and he requested some help to move a few heavy boxes. Being the kind person you are, you gladly accepted to help him. Even if it meant waking up early on a weekend. Although you did forget that he specifically asked you to come by at 10 and not 7... Woops.

You sweat dropped, but quickly shook it off. Instead, you rolled your eyes and walked inside his house while his door was still open.

"Well might as well start now while you're awake!" You teased him, tousling his messy bed hair. He humphed and walked into his living room where lay a bunch of cardboard boxes.

You followed him from behind, awaiting for orders to be made. Emil turned to you and yawned before pointing at one of the big boxes.

"You can start by bringing this one up into the bathroom on the second floor. But be careful, it's hea-" But before he could finish his sentence, you had already walked over to the cardboard cube, struggling to grab it into your arms. You could feel your face growing red from the amount of effort you were putting into it. Emil looked at you worriedly and took a step forward.

"Hey, _________, do you need some-" His eyes went from the box to your ass in a matter of seconds. He hadn't realized earlier but, damn you had a fine ass!

The way you would bend over slowly and make your behind more noticeable, he instantly felt his pants become tighter.

You noticed he had been silent while you were still trying to grab the box, so you decided to make sure if he was still there.

"Hey Emil?"

He instantly snapped out of his daydream and blushed, hoping you didn't catch him staring.

"W-What?"

"Oh nothing, just making sure you didn't fall back asleep or anything!" You giggled and with a little bit of effort, dragged your box upstairs.

The silver haired boy watched you as you disappeared behind the staircase. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth while he waited for you to come back down.

When he heard your footsteps coming back downstairs, he spun around  and pointed at another box.

"Could you also bring that one?"

You sighed and nodded, not aware of his little plan. Walking towards the even larger box, you puffed your cheeks and bent down in order to pick it up. Since the box's size was a bit more immense, you had to bend down even more, to Emil's pleasure. He lazily took a seat on a near by sofa and watched the show before him.

I might actually like moving boxes now.

~

After what seemed like forever, you finally moved the last box up the stairs. But now your blood was boiling, because while you worked your ass off picking up all of these heavy objects, your so called friend just sat there and watched you do all of the work! Oh, you were going to have a little talk with him.

Emil was still sitting on the couch, a larger grin on his lips. Let's just say, he wasn't disappointed with your work. That is, until you came storming into the room, red with rage.

"EMIL!"

The sound of your voice quickly made him turn around.

"What the hell?! You could have at least helped me a bit! After all, this is your house! Why was it me who did all the work with the damn boxes?! Seriously, I know you were tired but come on!" You snarled at him, curling your fists. He noticed your rather short temper and slowly got up from his spot on the couch.

You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to let go of your death glare. He gripped one of your wrists and started dragging you upstairs, without saying a word. You tried to free yourself from his hands, but to no avail. He kept pulling you towards his room.

"Emil, let go of me dammit! Seriously, this isn't funny!"

When you finally reached his room, he walked towards his blinds and closed them swiftly. You stared at him, not understanding what he was trying to do. The Icelandic boy sat on his bed and let himself fall onto the mattress. That is, before he grabbed you by the waist with both hands, pulling you down with him.

You let out a shriek of surprise, falling onto the white messy sheets along with him. After making impact with the mattress, Emil snaked his hands around your waist once again, pulling you close to his chest. You started to blush, feeling a little awkward. You heard him rest his cheek on your forehead and yawn deeply.

"Uh, E-Emil?"

"Shhh... You worked a lot this morning. I think we deserve a little break for a nap, don't you think?" His voice was deeper and calmer, making your heart thump hard.

"And besides... I'm still a little sleepy."
...I don't even know what to say about this...excuse the excessive OCC-ness :iconimhachuneplz:

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