Iceland x Reader

Why did you move here again?! Oh. Yeah. Your brother, (Brother's Name), had moved her long ago to start a family, and succeeded. You could only see your nephew and your neices this way; moving here for some time.

Wasn't this cosy. That was sarcasm. Your sister in law, Tina, hated you, and the feeling was mutual, but you loved your brother dearly. And your little angels~ One ran by, naked, but covered in red paint. Make that devils. You were currently stuffed with Tina in a loveseat, and both of you were scooted to the side as far as you could without it being too obvious to (Brother's Name). Tina yelled at a passing toddler girl - another reason why you hated her. She was mean to her own children.

"Erica, put that DOWN!" Tina snarled at the little three-year-old, who was picking up her very expensive phone. You sighed, and stood up.

"I'm. . .gonna go. Bye, twerp~!" You picked Erica up by her feet and she giggled. You twirled around a bit and set her down, kissing her forehead goodbye, and ruffled Louie and ______ Jr.'s hair as you left.

"Bye, ______!" (brother's name) called as you closed the door a little harder than nessesary.

"How can that evil, dreadful little-" You growled unimpressivly. "Yelling at a three-year-old, what can brother SEE in her?!" You kicked a pile of snow away with the top of your boot. You walked over to a nearby store and grabbed a packet of licorice to calm you down. You were opening it on your way to your hotel as something collided with you. You fell on your butt, and, groaning, you looked down at your chest too see a puffin with it's head stuck between your breasts. You continued to look at it. It was still.

"Hey, toots, nice rack." You shreiked and pulled out the puffin by it's tail. It flapped around angrily as you held it arms length away from you.

"Hey!! Yeah, pick on the adorable puffin, why dont you, babe!" He grumbled. A puffin was TALKING TO YOU. You looked at it, a cute puffin with a manly voice and a bowtie, and suddenly giggled, hugging it.

"How cute~!" You squealed. A puffin has always been your favorite animal.

"Okay, okay, your sufficating me, toots!" He muttered from your chest.

"Oops." You put him on your lap. "You okay?"

"I don't know!" He stretched his wings out slowly, as if he had cramps or something. You giggled again and straitened his bowtie for him.

"Hey! Hey! No touchie!" He squaked, jumping onto your legs. You held up your hands apologetically. He looked at the licorice in you hand. "Ooh, can I have somma that?" He came closer.

"Sure!" You ook out one and gave it to him. He nibbled on it.

"I'm ______~!" You smiled at the cute thing. He nodded, saying, "I'm Mr. Puffin."

"MR. PUFFIN! Where'd he go now?" You heard a voice from across the street. You looked at him.

"That for you?"

"Psh, ya, how many people do you think have 'Mr. Puffin' as a name, toots?" He said, rolling his beady eyes.

"Hey! Tough guy!" He called, waving a wing at the man. The man scrambled over, looking like he would kill the bird. You waved.

"Hello, I'm _______ ___________." You smiled at the man. He had white-blonde hair, purple eyes, and  a red jacket.

He nodded at you. "Emil, but don't call me that, call me Ice." He then looked at the licorice in your hand. ". . . ."

". . .Want some?" You giggled, waving it around, and had to surpress more laughter because his eyes were following the licorice. You threw some at him, and he caught them with his hands and gobbled them up. You giggled, standing up painfully. You hissed under your breath, straightening your back. What? You'd just been hit with a puffin, dang it~!