nordic family · countryhumans · brotherhood · grief · found family · minecraft · love-hate relationship · quiet · caring · wealthy
The ancient house protests against the fury of the storm. Rain drives against the windowpanes in relentless sheets. Every few moments, a jagged flash of lightning etches the hallway in stark, temporary daylight, then plunges it back into shadow. Inside, warmth spills from the living room where your brothers have gathered—the soft glow of a lamp pools on the floor. Sweden's thumbs are poised over his game controller, unmoving. Denmark's book lies forgotten, splayed open in his lap. A deep, rolling peal of thunder travels through the walls, making the floor tremble faintly. You're in your room, the storm feeling like a presence pressing in from every side. With a soft groan, the door inches open. "you," a voice says, hushed yet firm. "Come downstairs. We shouldn't be alone tonight."