(Bartender!Iceland X Reader) Northern Lights

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Glamour Night - Iceland

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Hmmm...

Northern Lights sounds really sweet...

(Name)'s {E/C} eyes blinked with curiosity, as she placed the "Tonight's Special" card onto the bar table.
"Northern Lights." (Name) said, catching the attention of the Swedish bartender, who was polishing the bar table.
"Em'l w'll s'rv' y'." (Emil will serve you) The Swede stated, as he continued to polish the bar table.
The young Icelandic bartender came to face the {H/C} haired female, as he adjusted the white ribbon around his neck.
He was suddenly slided a mixer by the Finnish bartender, who smiled brightly, as he poured himself a glass of Midnight Sun.
Huffing, the Icelandic bartender, looked over to (Name), who quirked an eyebrow at Emil.

"Well? Aren't you going to prepare the cocktail for me?" (Name) said, getting a little impatient.

"What were you expecting?" The Icelander stated rather nonchalantly, as he was tossed a classic cocktail glass, and catching it in a single move, as well as placing it onto the bar table.

"Oyy, Ice, catch!" Came the loud voice of Mathias, the Danish bartender, as he tossed the young Icelandic bartender a certain beverage.

Once he caught the bottle, which seemed quite heavy in his grasp, Emil examined the bottle more closely,his amethyst eyes shining bright.

A bottle of an expensive brand of Brennevin.

How exquisite.

Emil wrapped a white cloth around the bottle, as suddenly...

POP!

The cork popped loudly, taking Mathias square in the face, knocking him down, (Name) flinched, as she jumped from her auburn velvet seat.

"Ignore Anko, he's being an idiot." came the monotone voice of the Norwegian, also known as Lukas, who stood behind the beverage shelves, keeping a close eye on his biological brother, and the {H/C}-haired female.

"Are you alright?" (Name) asked, as the Dane got up to his feet, rubbing the back of his head.

"Ja, don't worry about me." Mathias replied, as he got back to what he was doing.

"Keh." Emil huffed carelessly, as he squeezed a lemon twist onto the mixer, as he shortly began to shake the concoction.

(Name)'s curious {E/C} eyes widened, as she watched Emil pour the finalized cocktail into the classic cocktail glass. A frown plastred on the Icelader's face the whole time.

But before Emil could serve the drink to (Name)...

SWOOSH

A bird-like figure came flying through the window of the bar at lightning speed, swooping past (Name), making her gasp loudly, and almost fall off her seat.

Puffin?!

"Well, tough guy, what do we have here?" came the mafioso voice of the puffin, that was now standing on Emil's shoulder in a parrot-like manner.

It can speak?! How--

The Icelander, getting a little annoyed by his so-called "pet", he clamped the puffin's bill shut.

"Shut it." The Icelander muttered to his puffin, as he he still had a firm grip on the bird's beak.

(Name) giggled, seeing how Emil was rather short-tempered when his pet puffin was pestering him.

Without any further ado, Emil pushed the cocktail towards (Name), as his gaze was averted away from her, in a rather careless manner.

Why is Emil so cold-hearted and unloving...?

Emil sat down next to (Name) at the bar, his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

As (Name) took a sip of her "Northern Lights", she never lost her sights off of Emil, no matter how bored or annoyed he looked.
(Name) clared her throat, thus catching the Icelander's attention, as he averted his amethyst eyes towards the {E/C}-eyed female.
The {H/C}-haired female smiled at Emil, who only crossed his arms and huffed.

"Emil? Is something wrong?" (Name) asked, as concern washed over her, placing her hand over Emil's, affectionately.
The white-haired Icelander suddenly blushed a rosy pink, seeing (Name)'s hand on top of his, and how a warm feeling flooded his usually unloving being.

The heart of ice began to melt...

Minute by minute...

Second by second...

"It's nothing." Emil replied bluntly, as he looked away, his blush soon dissipated quickly.

"Haha! Ice, you have a crush on (Name), huh?" The Dane laughed, but he didn't expect the Norwegian bartender to choke him again with his tie.

Emil scoffed, turning his gaze towards (Name) again, at that very moment, (Name) lightly kissed the young Icelander's cheek.
His cheeks began to burn a bright fuschia color, as Emil kissed (Name) back, this time it was more passionate, more loving, and more romantic than ever before.

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" Emil's puffin squawked, as it flew in circles around Emil and (Name), as they broke their tender kiss.
(Name) stared with loving {E/C} eyes into Emil's enchanting and magical violet eyes, that never ceased to make (Name) chuckle softly.

Peeking from behind the shelves of alcoholic beverages, were the other three bartenders, keeping a close eye on the brand-new couple.

"Ehe~ I knew that Emil had a liking for (Name), right, Su-san?" The Finnish bartender smiled brightly, as Berwald, the Swedish bartender, gave a slight nod.

The sound of the grandfather clock rang through the whole bar, thus making (Name) flinch.

Ï'm sorry, Emil, but I have to go. Maybe we'll see each other again soon." (Name) muttered, as she got up from her seat, and exited the bar.

The Icelander only sighed, as his puffin flew over to the front door of the bar, watching the {H/C}-haired female walk away.

~ ~ ~ The next night ~ ~ ~

When (Name) returned to Sverdfisk, Emil was nowhere to be seen, yet only his talking puffin was in sight.

"Hey, pretty gal! Emil left you a souvenir!" The puffin's mafioso voice sounded loud enough for the {E/C}-eyed female to hear, as she appoached the bar table, to see what Emil left her.

Is that...black licorice?

A small bag of black licorice stood onto the bar table, as (Name) picked it up, and examined it closely, as she realized that it was open.
As curious as she was, (Name) took one small gummy treat out of the bag, and plopped it onto her mouth, to give it a taste test.

Mmm-mmm, this tastes divine!

"He also wrote you this!" The puffin squawked, as he padded over to (Name), to give her a note that was handwritten by Emil.

- Dear (Name),

Have you ever had licorice? I bought some from my country, and I hope you like it.

Hope we meet again.

Ég elska þig ♥

                         -Emil Steilsson

(Name) placed a hand to her heart, she was truly flattered by Emil's note. She knew that Emil had a softer, hot-blooded side, yet she wasn't too happy when the young Icelander didn't show it.  

"The heart of ice has melted."