A Race For Love |IcelandxReaderxNorway| Request~

A Race For Love
|IcelandxReaderxNorway|

I gripped the reins and inhaled the sour scent of my horse as I felt he's excitement to begin the race.  I steadied myself, leaning forward as my horse patted the ground. It's really rare to find a woman in horse racing, I thought but I've been here a lot of times. And had won.

Suddenly, a flash came to me, two boys, one with light blonde hair and the other silver. I think their brothers…this visions in my dream are stuck in my head I some time now. And Before I know it, my stall door is opened. I gasped. Tsk. I barely noticed.

A.R. For Love, my Arabian, dashed out as I held on. The first run was a good. We turned without getting too much closed to the other horses. A.R.  runs like the wind as always and then were currently on the lead. I leaned down more and ushered A.R. to gain speed and when were finally getting our first lap…

"Stop!" the host said. What? I snapped. I pulled the reins and steered A.R. to stop.  "I'm very sorry ladies and gentlemen but the race is going to be cancelled." The crowd voice goes awws and boos.

"Why'd they stop?" I thought. My assistant goes to escort me back to my stall. Suddenly, I felt my helmet was going to crush my skull. I felt very stunned. I pulled it off and sensed a migraine. "Ow…" I went to the host to barrel out what the hell had gone wrong. With my adrenaline still on the rush I said, "Mr. Beilschmidt! Why do the race been cancelled?"

He faced me, "Well, let us asked the boy who owns the race. Mr. Iceland, Emil Steilsson had requested the race which I hosted awesomely to be cancelled."

"Well? Where is he?"

A man turned. He's dark blue all the way except for his hair, a light blonde just like in my dreams. He arched his brow and looked at me. I felt myself a little flustered. "Anything wrong, Ms. (name)?"

How did he know my name? "Why, what a pleasant surprise? You're Mr. Iceland?"

"Yes, and I think you've been very furious about the sudden cancellation of the race."

"There's nothing out of my concern not to be furious, Mr. Iceland." I drink all his features, his very young and as previously he had a shiny light blonde hair. "I thought I might need to know why."

"Your horse, A.R. For Love, had been injured." He said as a matter-of-factly.

"What?! H-how?"

"U-um," Gilbert cleared his throat. "There was an awesome—I mean a misunderstanding. Emil meant that your horse is suffering from a wound on his left knee."

"But—but he's alright."

"You may be right, Ms. (name) but I knew better that's why I cancelled the race for your safety." You thought you saw a hint of blush in his face impassive expression that makes you wonder, does this man know you?

"Well, I give my thanks to that---thoughtful act." I sighed. "When will the race resume?"

"It depends on the status of the other racers."

"Oh? So they have the same situation too. How odd."

"Ms. (name)," Gilbert said. "before I forgot,  Emil wants to ask for a diner out, would you accept it?"

"Uhm—Of course, that would be nice." I tried but failed. Somehow, in the back of my mind, this man had made himself mysterious and now he lets me in to know more.

Both men began to walk away. I muttered. "He seems very familiar."