IcelandxReader::Breaking the Ice

Breaking the Ice
Iceland x Reader


Here you were, standing in the middle of the lit floor of the booming club, loud music blaring through the speakers, drinks being passed around, boys hitting on girls and vice versa.  It was alright…except for the fact that you were standing alone…awkwardly in the middle of two people dancing in a fashion that you hadn't quite put your finger on.

Definitely a tie between a demonic ritual or a heart attack.  Either way, their arms were flailing mercilessly and they kept thrusting their pelvis sporadically.  That wasn't exactly your cup of tea.  

As for you, you kept a small swaying motion to the beat of the music, averting all eye contact with the wrong people.  So far, so good, but as you turned around, your eyes met a pair of crystal blue orbs that shined brilliantly in the dim lights of the club and hair so silvery-white, it almost seemed like he belonged on the cover of a Hipster magazine.  He didn't seem to have much emotion; in fact, he almost looked annoyed to be in the building.  He held his drink distastefully and took tiny sips every so often.  

Thinking that if you mustered enough courage, you would waltz up to said white-haired hipster and strike up a conversation—he seemed sensible enough and not like he was going to date-rape you.  After some mental prepping and a conversation with yourself that involved the idea of being hit by a bus that had broken through the building and ran into you, you decided to walk towards such an attractive being.  

As you were slowly proceeding towards the good looking, blue-eyed human, your mind began to wander to other thoughts like, "Did I put on deodorant before I left?" or "Jeez, probably shouldn't have eaten that macho burrito for dinner tonight…" or even, "Well chucky darn, I forgot to call my grandmother this morning."

Before you knew it, you had approached the attractive boy and his gaze was now set upon you with an expectant yet intrigued expression upon his soft, pail face.  You stood there in silence, holding an awkward silence until you finally blurted,

"Hi, I'm burrito and I forgot to call my deodorant this morning."