Help The Brothers [1]

(Lukas x Reader x Baby!Emil - Help The Brothers :Chapter 1)

*Knock knock*

Your fist tapped lightly on the dully coloured front door belonging to your neighbour. The other hand balanced a fresh plate of chocolate muffins adorned with coffee flavoured, buttercream icing. The unforgiving, Nordic air nipped at your exposed skin, leaving behind a red flush as its mark. You found yourself taking a step back from the door to look up and admire the quaint little house that stood next to yours. Both of your houses were similar in size; the one belonging to your neighbour was just a little… uncared for. The door’s colour seemed to be fading away by the second, the floorboards aligning the deck creaked under your gaze and the torn doormat underneath your feet came across as a pathetic attempt at hospitality. None the less, this visit was definitely overdue. Meeting your neighbour was always on your to-do list but whipping up such a delightful batch of muffins takes time, you know! Now that you think of it, you didn’t even know who lived next to you. You could recall a many nights when you heard indignant cries managing to work their way through your wall. You just settled upon the conclusion that someone was losing at CoD or something equally as stress-inducing. Other than that, this neighbour was a mystery.

"One minute, please." replied a male, muffled, flat, voice laced with a hint of tiredness.

That accent of his betrayed the fact that he was a local around here. You’d even go as far as to say he was born here in Norway. His voice just held such alluring qualities… Eyes returning their focus to the door, you wore your best smile and dusted off your outfit. A few moments later, the door was opened just a fraction with a few groans of complaint coming from the hinges.

‘When was the last time that door was even opened?’

Your thoughts were met by a pair of sapphire blue orbs clouded over by curiosity. If you weren’t careful you could easily lose yourself in those deep, blue, pools. The window to the so - did his lips just move?

"Err, could you repeat that please?" you reluctantly asked.

He must have mistaken your lack of hearing to be his fault, as he pushed open the door a little wider and took a step closer to you. Now that he was in full view, you could see all his features; that set expression, sharp nose, short, light, blonde hair with a rather distracting curl at the side, his dark grey jeans and white t-shirt with light blue stripes. He reminded you of a sailor.

"I was just saying that I was occupied. Can I help you?"

He said it so matter of factly that you started to worry whether you were being a bother.

"It’s honestly no problem if you want me to go. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N), your neighbour. I hope you like coffee because I made some cupcakes with coffee flavoured icing for you!"

You produced the tray of goods in front of you and watched as your neighbour tilted his head, almost inspecting the cupcakes as they were presented to him. Even you could tell a smile was threatening to appear on his face from the kind gesture.

"Lukas. My name is Lukas Bondevik. Thank you. I’d invite you in but the place is a mess. I haven’t found the time to tidy up since we moved in."

‘We?’

"Oh, it’s quite alright. I honestly don’t mind as long as you promise to eat those cupcakes. You’ll have to tell me whether your girlfriend likes them too."

"Girlfriend? Who said I had a girlfriend?"

"I just assumed, you know? You just look like someone who would be… taken."

You just couldn’t help it. Your cheeks betrayed the burning sensation of embarrassment working throughout your system. Did you just seriously let on that you found this guy too hot to be single?

"I’m not taken." reported Lukas in an indifferent tone. "I live with my little b-"

To your dismay, Lukas’s intriguing voice was interrupted by a series of shrieks and cries tainted with the same hint of tiredness that Lukas carried coming from behind him. But that wailing sounded so familiar. Were your ears deceiving you?

…brother." Lukas managed to finish off.

He gave an inward sigh before running off to complete his big brother duties, leaving you in the dust.

"I’ll just leave these in the kitchen." You called after him, bumping up the tray of sweet goods as if to illustrate what you meant.

Now that he was gone, you let the rest of your giddy embarrassment bubble to the surface, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as you walked into the hallway. The walls were painted a stale shade of beige with the dark, oak, front door the only thing that broke up the continuous colour. You started to make your way along the hallway, passing a chipped, home-made style table. Just as you were about to carry on to where both walls split off in different directions (to other rooms, you assumed) and the wall beyond that split with yet another door there, you stopped where there was a wide arch separating the hallway you were in and a room that had old fashioned black and white tiles on the floor.

‘Guess this is the kitchen. Sure does give off a vintage vibe.’

You placed the plate on the kitchen counter, pulling a face as the back of your hand touched something sticky and struggled to break free.

"Oh come on, what is this!?" you cursed out loud, secretly blaming yourself as if you could have seen into the future and changed your fate of being in this trap.

The amount of strength you had to use to break yourself free sent you careering back and into the solid form known as your neighbour. Boy, for someone who didn’t seem to be the most muscular guy you’ve ever seen, Lukas sure did have a sturdy structure. You whipped yourself around, ready to explain yourself to the sailor in disguise after a number of noises expressing your embarrassment. Instead of those blue pools of mystery staring down at you, you found yourself face to face with a chubby, pale, face housing periwinkle coloured eyes brimming with tears.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing?"

You began to mimic a goldfish, opening and closing your mouth as you searched for the words to say despite you having a perfectly harmless reason for invading his home and private space. If only you could tear yourself away from the little creature being held at your height you would be able to turn this into a story to be laughed at later.

"I-"

You flicked your eyes up to meet Lukas’s. Bad move, my friend. The little bundle of terror tucked in Lukas’s arms began to pout, his lip quivering like a ticking time bomb. Poor guy didn’t have your attention any more. The new, strange figure that had entered his home looked like the best person to snuggle up to yet you weren’t even looking at him anymore. So, he did the only thing he could think of to regain your undivided attention. Bring on the tears. Up close, the kiddo sure did sound like a siren going off.

"Meet Emil, my little brother."