The Troll Hunter《Norway x Reader》[✔]

Chapter 6: The Talk

"I was an orphan because of the stupid cult you work for?! A shenanigan of weird ass crazy people who believe that a god from old myths is real?" You yelled. "For fuck's sake, where the hell is everyone's bitching humanity?"

You sat down on the ground, hugging your knees, and broke down from all the rage.
No, you weren't crying in grief or sadness. You were crying from all the anger and hatred you wanted to let out. You found out who was responsible for your parents' death.

"Tell me... Tell me one thing or I'll kill you." You looked up at the huldrekall who was under Lukas' foot. "Tell me if your cult was responsible for burning my happiness. TELL ME!"

"No-"

"Liar!" You stood up and kicked him some more.

Then you thought.

No, it's not his fault. But what if he joined them burning my love? What of he's actually innocent?

You were confused and angry. You stopped kicking the poor huldrekall and got down on your knees.

"Sorry..." You whispered softly and looked at the ground mindlessly with your fists clenched.

"Lets go..." Lukas helped you up from the ground.

He helped you into the trailer home with the huldrekall leaving the area perhaps scarred or full of anger from looking like a fool.

You walked to the couch like a zombie and sat there with your eyes all red and puffy. Your anger started to subside, but tears were still rolling down your cheeks. Finding out who killed your family wasn't just an everyday coincidence.

"Lukas..." You called out.

He didn't answer, but the sounds of the cabinets opening told you that he was getting ready to sleep in the trailer tonight.

"How would you feel if you found the murderer of someone you've loved?" You felt blanket wrapped around you as a coffee mug appeared in front of you filled with hit cocoa.

"Full of hatred I guess." He answered as you chuckled sadly.

"I doubt that you'd show emotion."

But you did a moment ago...

"So tell me, Mr. Bondevik... Would you like to hear my story?"

"Do as you please." He sipped his hot drink as you recalled the day of the fire.

~Flashback~

You were about six or seven back then. Yes , you still remembered the day. The day your happiness burned down to the ground.

"Mama! Mama!" You were so happy with the flip phone she gave you. "Listen to this!"

It was your first phone. Not only did you use it for call and text, but you also used it for reports you like to make up. You filmed yourself as you created fictional reports about your backyard, school, or neighborhood like a real news reporter.

"This is (Full name) reporting live at the (Last name) Manor!" You showed your mother the report you've recently made in the afternoon. "Today we are experiencing a weird heatwave as usual, but that will never stop me from reporting the world's greatest mom baking my favorite! (Favorite dessert)!" You giggled and smiled at the camera with the cute little gap between your teeth.