It's Fine if You Can't See [Iceland X Reader]

You stand under a tree as your feet sink in the snow below. You look around to see the pond frozen before you, the moonlight reflecting from its glass like structure. And as cued, the Aurora started to show, which emitted hues of blue and violet to spread across the sky. It was a wonderful sight.

As you began to walk, you come across a certain silver haired boy, sitting just beside the pond's frozen water.

"Emil?" You called, slowly approaching the boy, "What are you doing here?"

He looked up, his face void of emotion except for the only thing you recognized. Grief. He was lonely. He was alone. He needed you.

"Emil. Is there something wrong?" You ask.

"Nothing, " he replied, slowly standing up. "Nothing is wrong." He took in a deep breath, then made his way to the forest which surrounded the pond.

Without thinking it through, you quickly moved to his front, stopping him in his tracks. As you took a good look at his face, his eyebrows were crooked. He was burdened. Pained. What was wrong? You didn't know. All you did know was that he needed you.

"Emil. I know something's wrong when I see you like that." You stated seriously.

He averted his gaze away from yours.

You pointed the part where his heart beat and looked in his eyes. In reaction to the sudden contact, his gaze flew back to you.

"There's a problem here. Isn't there?" You asked, smiling sadly at him. His eyes were wide staring at you, but still had pain in them, "I know. I get that too." You put your hand down as you continued, "I don't know what's happened, but it looks like you were a victim of great burden. I won't ask for details, because I know I'm not a part of the business, but you shouldn't run away from it."

His heart started to crunch as his lip trembled; tears threatened to spill, but he kept it in. Like he always did.

Softly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. "I know it's hard. But for now, my shoulder is the only thing I can lend you."

His eyes were wide, but then he wrapped his own hands around you, resting his chin on your shoulder, covering his face with your [h/c] hair. You felt him tremble as he held you, the sighs that he let out sometimes cracked. You held him close, as did he.

"Th-The purple sky, it's about to rain." He whispered.

"Really? I can't see--"

"It's fine, " he said, you felt his hug grow a bit tighter as he buried his face in your hair, "It's Fine if You Can't See."

You sighed as a small smile tugged on your lips, "Of coarse. I see nothing."