Viking! Nordics x Male! Viking! Reader

Down, let's take it down
Raise up their heads on a stake
We will show no mercy
On evolution's mistake

(c/n) watched with his fellow vikings as their crews raised the heads of the townsmen towards the darkening sky, the village behind them burning. The women, taking for slaves, were crying, the children clutching their mother’s hands with wide eyes. Denmark, the leader of the group known as ‘The Nordic Terrors,’ turned to face the the assembled crew.

“Men,” he announced. “As the Captain of ‘The Nordic Terrors,’” he faced his fellow captains, which consisted of (c/n) and Sweden. “It is my duty to announce how awesomely we’ve done these past few days. These Britannic towns stand no chance against our awe-inspiring might!” A cheer swelled up, and the crews chanted ‘No Mercy!” over and over again.

Change will have to wait
If we can't decide on a fate
Self-appointed prophets
And their doomsday charade

(c/n) smirked at the terrified strawberry-blond, sword outstretched to the man’s throat as the man prayed desperately, clutching a cross in one hand.

“My dear Lindisfarne~” (c/n) said mildly, pushing his (h/c) hair out of his hair. He swung the sword back over his shoulder as the man looked up, eyes hopeful. “Along with your fellow monks, your heads will look so very nice on the wall of this abbey.” (c/n)’s sword flashed through the air as it slit Lindisfarne’s throat, the watching monks shuddering as they beheld their fate. One of the monks, however, stood up, shrieking, as he pointed one shaking finger at (c/n), babbling nonsense. (c/n) barely spared the man a glance. “Kill him.” he ordered calmly. The monk finally formed a coherent sentence.

“And then you shall be dead because you killed the high priest, killed by a dear friend!” he screamed. (c/n) smiled at him, almost kindly.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” he informed him. “And I’m still around.” With that, he turned around, his (f/c) cloak lined with fur swirling around his feet.

You preach about love
And teach about faith
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate

“You know....” observed Norway. The group was sitting at a table on Sweden’s boat. “Have you ever noticed how much these Britannics pray to their gods when they’re about to die?” Denmark cocked his head.

“You know, that’s pretty accurate.” (c/n) observed. “I mean, Lindisfarne was praying the whole time.”

“He was a priest.” Sweden rumbled.

“But if you think about it,” Norway mused. “These Britannics try to focus more on love and faith in their religion.”

“Really?” Denmark laughed. “That new guy, Scotland, he curses like my first mate!” (c/n) nodded, re-clipping his (h/c) color hair behind his ear with a pin similar to Norway’s.

“Many of them do. In fact, Lindisfarne is the first whom I’ve attacked who hasn’t cursed at me.” (m/n) shrugged. Sweden leaned back in his chair as the door opened, and Finland stepped in, glancing nervously at Sweden before turning to face (c/n).

“Mr. (c/n),” Finland said quickly. (c/n) nodded to him.

“Ja?”

“The Scotsman is yelling again. He’s scaring Iceland.” (c/n)’s face went very dark.

“I’ll deal with him,” he said calmly. Denmark, Norway and Sweden watched the (h/c) haired man leave with Finland. Denmark grinned suddenly.

“They really hate everything, don’t they, these Britanics?” he said. “They’re supposed to love and have faith, but they really don’t.”

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall

(c/n)’s sword flashed through the air, Denmark’s axe clanging on someone’s shield next to him. Kent and his men were fighting against the vikings, who had raided a few minutes before dawn. Dawn had long past, however, and Kent had lost almost all of his men. (c/n) sent a killing blow towards one of Kent’s men as Norway threw a knife through someone’s head.  Someone’s sword clattered to the ground at Denmark and (c/n)’s feet; Kent’s sword. The blonde bowed his head.

“We surrender.” he said finally. Denmark grinned.

“Then bow~” he chirped. Kent froze.

“What?”

“Honestly, are you deaf?” (c/n) scowled. “Bow.” He hit the back of the man’s knees, and Kent fell to his knees.

“Better.”

Stop, punch in the clock
Punch it with all of your rage
Put the men in office
For a minimum wage

Rats fighting for scraps
Siphon the gas from your tank
Left your pockets empty
As they laughed to the bank

They speak about trust
But make no mistake
They're shaking your hand while they spit in your face

(c/n) had noticed something was off these days. Denmark and Sweden had been arguing more than usual lately, about what the (h/c) haired male knew not, but it was starting to cause problems. Denmark, had been acting even stranger than usual, spending hours talking to Norway in one of their rooms. Sweden had been moodily watching the seas towards his homeland, and Iceland and Finland had nervously been watching the three. (c/n), annoyed, decided to confront Denmark. Walking towards Norway’s room, where he and Denmark had been talking recently, (c/n) stepped towards the door, going to knock, when Denmark’s voice was heard.

“Honestly, Norway, he won’t listen!” the blond was yelling. “All he wants to do is go back to Sweden with his precious wife and he wants to bring Iceland with them to keep them safe!” (c/n) stopped. That was new. “I think I need to kick him off the crew! He’s not helping!” Norway said something, voice too quiet. “I don’t care, Norge! Sweden has outgrown his usefulness! We’re not being productive anymore!” (c/n) started slightly, turning and hurrying back the way he had come.

“So...”he mused to himself. “When I outgrow my usefulness, will I be sent back to (c/n) like an old sword?” He turned on his heel, (e/c) eyes flashing.

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall

“What?” Sweden rumbled in surprise as he faced (c/n). “You’re escorting us back?” (c/n) nodded.

“I think we’ve spent too much time here. I long for my home.” (c/n) smiled slightly. “Denmark’s getting a bit big for his boots. And I really must admit, I just love that you and Denmark are fighting over my little brother.” Sweden ducked his head.

“Sorry.” Sweden stared back over the sea. “It’s just that I don’t feel he or Finland are safe here. Denmark is becoming too risky, taking all our men out to fight and leaving the ships unprotected.”

“Make your preparations, we’ll leave tomorrow.”

“I won’t tell Denmark.” Sweden swore. (c/n) nodded in agreement.

Now, the time is now
We can still turn it around
Raise your voice like a weapon
'Til they fall to the ground

Light, let there be light
Without a shadow of doubt
We will fight tooth and nail
Until salvation is found

So how can you look the world in the eyes
When all we can see is corruption and lies

Early the next morning, the group of four were preparing their long boats to leave. Iceland, (c/n)’s younger brother, was helping Finland tie the last of the goods together while Sweden and (c/n) looked at the maps again. A sudden cough made them all jump, Sweden and (c/n) turning to see Norway and Denmark, arms crossed, standing on the ground in front of the longboats.

“Where do you think you four are going?” Denmark demanded with a scowl.

“Home.”  Sweden said firmly. Finland and Iceland hurried over to see what was going on, and Sweden put an arm around Finland protectively. Finland blushed, bright as a tomato.

“Why?” Norway asked.

“We’ve been away for too long.” (c/n) said calmly, picking up Iceland and hugging him to his side.

“There’s so much more to do!” Denmark snapped. “More things to take, areas to claim-”

“People to kill?” (c/n) inquired. Denmark glowered at him. Sweden faced his crew, as did (c/n).

“We’re going home to Sweden and (c/n).” Sweden announced. Denmark growled angrily, and Norway clenched a fist. (c/n) nimbly lept across to his own ship, while Denmark and Norway ran to their ships, barking out orders to stop Sweden and (c/n) from leaving.

“Let’s move!” (c/n) barked, striding along his ship, Iceland hugging his neck tightly. The two longboats began to glide swiftly through the waters, picking up speed. Soon, they were out on the open sea, (c/n)’s boat and Sweden’s boats still next to each other.

“I’ll see you in Sweden!” Sweden called.

“NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!” shouted Denmark. The two captains whirled around to see Denmark and Norway’s ships bearing down on them. (c/n) snarled angrily.

“Sweden!” he shouted. “I’ll hold them off! Your ship’s faster! Take Iceland and go!” Easing out of Iceland’s suddenly tighter grip, (c/n) pulled off his cloak and wrapped the little boy up.

“But (c/n)-” Finland cried.

“No! Big brother!” Iceland cried. (c/n) pressed his lips to the little boy’s forehead before turning to face Finland and Sweden.

“You’d better not drop him!” he bellowed. Taking a deep breath, (c/n) threw his brother across distance to the other ship.

“Onii-chan!” cried Iceland. Sweden caught him easily before handing him to Finland, who cradled the little boy.

“I’ll meet up with you in Sweden!” (c/n) shouted. “Now go!” Grimly, Sweden nodded, turning to face his crew.

“Let’s go!” he bellowed.

“BIG BROTHER!” screamed Iceland, struggling against Finland. “NO! (C/N)! BIG BROTHER!” The boy beat his hands against Finland. “Let me go let me go let me go I have to help my Onii-chan!” Finland shook his head, pulling the little boy to his chest before bringing him into the lower decks. (c/n) turned to face Denmark and Norway, who had finally caught up.

“Well, boys,” he drawled, drawing his sword. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Down on your knees you don't look so tall [x2]

Cracking the whip on the backs of the poor
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall

Denmark and Norway jumped on board (c/n)’s ship, each drawing their own weapon.

“Whatever made you want to leave?” Denmark asked conversationally, motioning for Norway to stay back.

“Well,” (c/n) said, swinging his sword around a few times. “You were getting a bit greedy, and we’ve pretty much robbed this place clean. You’ve been leaving these ships unattended during our raids, meaning that anyone with a weapon could just come on and hold Iceland and Finland hostage. Sweden and I are homesick. We’re tired of being here, Denmark, and we want to go home. We can come back next year. We’ve asked you to stop, but you kept on saying a few more days.” Denmark’s eyes had developed a red-gold tinge, signaling blood-lust and gold-fever.

“But that won’t work, (c/n),” he said, voice going odd. “You see, what if the Britannics develop a defense? What if they hide their loot? What if those Spaniards and Frenchmen come and steal it all? What then, dear (c/n)?” (c/n) scowled.

“Then we don’t get any loot that time.” he informed the Dane. “We’ve got enough to last us a mortal lifetime, Denmark. You’ve claimed enough land. You’ve got the Danelaw, Denmark. Stop. And let us all go home.” Denmark’s eyes flashed.

“There is never enough!” he shrieked, raising his axe. Denmark began to chop wildly, (c/n) dodging every blow the best he could, talking the whole time.

“Denmark, you’re putting the lives of Finland and Iceland in danger every time we go out on a raid!” (c/n) shouted. “You’re letting your greed get the best of you, your love of gold and precious objects, putting it in front of the lives of our people and our siblings! Are these objects really worth that much?!” Denmark got in a lucky shot, hitting (c/n) with the blunt of the axe. The (h/c) haired man fell to his knees, sword hitting the deck just like Kent did so long ago.  (c/n)’s men shouted in alarm as Denmark rose his axe.

“Gold” Denmark crooned softly, eyes now completely gold and red. “Gold and land!” He dropped the axe, and it fell towards (c/n), landing with a sickening crunch. Norway winced. Denmark stood panting as the eerie light left his eyes, leaving them their normal blue. “(c/n)?” he whispered, seeing the collapsed country. “No no no no no no no (C/N)!” he shouted, dropping to his knees, cradling the man’s bloody head on his lap. “NORGE DO SOMETHING!” Norway shook his head. “NORWAY! You’ve got magic! FIX HIM!”

“It’s too late, Denmark!” Norway said quietly.

“NO!” Denmark cried, hugging (c/n)’s head to his chest. “(C/N) I wasn’t trying to! I’m sorry! COME BACK!”

[x3:]
Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
Down on your knees you don't look so tall
Open your eyes and the empire falls