Literature
Hidden in The Snow Iceland X Reader
Isn't it a little late to be going sightseeing, not to mention a little cold? Where are we even going?” The sun was already gone for the day and a strong, bone chilling wind appeared in its absence. Though you were dressed in layer upon layer of clothing, you couldn't seem to get warm. What annoyed you most of all was the fact that Iceland had initially asked you to come with him, wherever he was going, and now he wasn't speaking. “Iceland.” You called his name in a sing song voice over and over, hoping he'd decide to answer you. “Iceland, why aren't you talking to me?”
Finally, he spoke, cutting you off