Norway X Violinist!Reader- Open Windows Chapter 2

He drags you out of the classroom by the scruff of your uniform collar with one hand, and has your backpack slung over his shoulder. You put your hands over your ears, to block out the sound of giggling in the hallway. "Kudos to Mathias for taking such drastic measures." You think. He drags you into a hallway you've never seen before, and stops in front of an unused classroom. You slap at his hands to make him release his grip on you. He does, and you fall in an ungraceful manner onto the floor. Your butt hits the cold floor with a bump, and the air is knocked out of you for a few seconds. You wheeze and cough until you regain your breath and dust yourself off before glaring at him.

"Welcome to the lair of the Nordic 5! It belongs to me, the King of Northern Europe!" He presents the room with a huge fanfare and gestures.

"Sure." You say, sarcastically. "What's so important that you have to drag me here? What happened to civilized talking?" You put your hands on your hips to have a look of authority and disdain.

He ignores you and opens the door, revealing the rest of the group sitting on chairs around a polished wooden table. "I brought her, guys! I told you I would!" He says.

A short blond with violet eyes stands up to greet you. "Hi, ____! Your playing was fantastic yesterday! My name's Tino, by the way!" He has a genuine smile on his face and you immediately smile back.

"Hej, _____. 'm B'rw'ld." The tall blond that you saw yesterday speaks without standing. Looking up, you see that you're being appraised by piercing blue-green eyes. You wave a little warily at him.

"This is Lukas and Emil, ____!" Mathias shoves you in their direction. Stumbling from the push, a hand settles on your shoulder before you faceplant on the ground.

"Pleasure to meet you, but haven't I seen you before?" A low, monotone voice asks, and you find that you are face to face with Lukas, his hand still on your shoulder.

"Maybe," you answer. "It depends on where exactly, though." You turn away from him, to look at the figure sitting at the edge of the table. "And you must be Emil?" Emil gives no answer, except for a slight nod.

"And the final question is, why am I here?" You ask, arms flung out in exasperation.

"Mathias wants you to teach him how to play violin." Lukas says in a bored tone, while the rest of the group turn and look at him with disbelief and amusement. His finger traces the tabletop, while you look around in confusion.

"Lukas! That's not true! You want to learn, not me! I brought her here so that you could ask her yourself, not for you to substitute me in!" Mathias says, shocked. "Go on, ask her!" The group looks on with interest, hiding the sound of snickering behind their hands.

His finger continues tracing the wood, making swirling patterns. He lets out a dramatic sigh and says, "_____, can you please teach me how to play violin? I would like to learn from you."

Mathias lets out a loud guffaw and congratulates his friend by slapping him on the back. "See, Lukas? This is how you talk to girls! You have to take the initiative or-"

"Hold kjeft, Mathias!"

"So, that's a 'yes', right?"