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Jeg elsker deg (I love you) Part I

Author: @jhsgf82

Prompt: I’d love to read a modern AU of high school or college Everlark on the first day of school. Maybe it all starts with a meet cute? [submitted by anonymous]

Summary: Modern College AU. After a romantic interlude in a foreign country, Katniss returns to school brokenhearted but determined to forget all about the guy she met. However, Fate (and he) has other plans, concerning not letting her get away.

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This is kind of a preamble to another story I’ve been wanting to write, which I decided to work into the prompt/use the prompt to introduce it. This is pretty short, especially for me, but there will be a more expansive Part II coming soon. And so, without further ado, I present Scandinavian!Peeta as requested by @daydreamsandcaffeine. Anon, I hope you also enjoy the prompt! It’s all that was coming to mind at the time because I was a bit fixated on this concept. Credit to yeahlet’sgothere.tumblr, visitnorway.com, nordicvisitor.com, norwegianclass101, and Norwegian Language blog for the info on Norway which I used in this fic. Word count: 2,246. Hei- Hi God morgen-Good morning _______________

It was the first day of the fall semester of Katniss Everdeen’s junior year in the Bioinformatics program at Southern Seam University, and she couldn’t be more relieved about it. She was glad to be back because, of course, she loved her major, but not just for that reason. Returning to school also took her mind off how miserable she’d been feeling for two weeks now.

Katniss had spent the summer in Norway as part of her school’s study abroad program; she was only able to take part in it, of course, due to a special scholarship of sorts she’d received, allowing her to afford such an extravagant study abroad experience. She’d felt a bit guilty over the costs, although it was free for her, but it’d been such a great, unique opportunity and thus she hadn’t been able to pass it up. While there, in addition to working with a talented group of scientists and professors at the Norwegian University of Science and Technology, she’d also met a tall, blond Norwegian guy, for whom she’d swiftly fallen head over heels.

Peeta was his name, Peeta Mellark.

During her study abroad, Katniss was hosted by a family of Norwegian bakers, the Mellarks, who had three sons and lived near Lillehammer. The Mellarks were decent enough people to live with, but it was their youngest son, Peeta, who Katniss really connected with and who made her two months in a foreign country not only tolerable but something special.

Peeta was her tour guide, study partner, friend, and housemate. Right away, she could tell he was a great guy, but the more time she spent with him, the harder she fell, and the more unbearable it became to think about having to leave him.

But eventually, she had to.

Her life was in the United States, and there it would remain.

Summer flings in foreign locales weren’t Katniss’s thing; in fact, romance wasn’t something she was any good at, at all, and the notion of meeting a guy overseas and developing romantic feelings for him had never crossed her mind‒at least, not until the moment she met Peeta.

And so, despite their obvious attraction for each other and ever-growing bond, Katniss ended things as if they’d been nothing. However, she knew that was a lie because she’d softly cried nearly the entire plane trip home and sulked for days after. More than that, she’d been borderline depressed ever since.

The last couple of weeks had been hell, quite frankly, but she’d been doing her best to occupy herself and not think about why she was feeling so crappy or how much she was longing for a certain blond, Norwegian baker.

Now she was back to school, and the timing couldn’t have been better.

Katniss had reminded herself just that morning that she hadn’t gone to Norway to meet a guy, nor did she have time for guys right now‒she had a career to think about. This was a new school year; it was getting more and more challenging, and she really needed to focus on the important things that were right in front of her, rather than what she could have had with some guy.

Presently, Katniss was running late for Genetic Engineering with the brilliant Dr. Beetee Latier, so she was rushing through the corridor heading toward his large lecture hall‒it had to be on the furthest end of the building from where she’d parked. Hopefully, she’d be able to sneak in and settle into her usual seat in the back right corner while Dr. Latier’s back was turned, lest he give her his patented glasses lift and frown reserved for late students. What a day to be late, the very first class.

En route, just as she was turning the last corner and was in sight of her classroom, she slammed into a solid wall of human being, one so solid it was like hitting an actual brick wall. Hastily, Katniss apologized without even looking up at the much taller male she’d bumped into.

She heard a smooth “God morgen” in a familiar accent, and her head snapped upright in order for her eyes to verify what she thought her ears had heard.

It was him, Peeta!

In her astonishment, Katniss froze, her lips opening and closing several times without speech passing through.

In a flash, she was being transported back to Oslo (and so many other places), reliving navigating fjords and hiking up Preikestolen (Pulpit Rock), meandering around Bergen, boating, biking, and fishing under the midnight sun, and so much more…

“Hei, Katniss.” God, she loved the way he said her name.

In a state of partial awe, partial confusion, she gasped out his name, “Peeta…”

“Hey you,” he replied in that charming, roguish way of his. Norwegians basically used that phrase with everyone, whether stranger, friend, or lover.

“How are you, sweetheart?” he asked. She’d noticed in Norway that he only called her sweetheart; he used ‘dear’ for everyone else (a casual Norwegian thing) or simply their name. Interestingly, they didn’t really have many terms of endearment there, she’d learned.

“I…I’m, uh,” she sputtered, “I…have to go!” And with that, she moved past him and rushed through her classroom door.

Dr. Latier had only just begun and was preoccupied with diagramming on the whiteboard, which allowed Katniss to hasten her way to the back and sink into the spot her friend Jo had saved for her. Jo gave her a curious look as she plopped, wild-eyed, into her chair.

Immediately, Katniss pulled out her laptop and attempted to focus, but she couldn’t help glancing over at the door. Peeta was still there; she could see his gelled blond hair and face through the glass. She tried to mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to him, but she wasn’t sure he caught it. He remained outside for a minute or two, and then he left.

Johanna turned to Katniss and nudged her with her elbow. “What’s up with you?” hissed Jo.

“Nothing,” muttered Katniss, slouching further in her seat. She felt like shit about blowing Peeta off, but she hadn’t expected him. And she did have a lecture to attend. She couldn’t blow off Dr. Latier’s first class of the semester.

Truthfully, it was Peeta’s fault. He should have told her he was coming, not sprung it on her. How did this happen, anyway?

But, at least, he was here.

Her lips curled up into a grin, and Jo nudged her again.

“What’s with you?” she whispered.

Katniss shook her head. “I’ll tell you after class.”

Naturally, Katniss was distracted the entire class. She could still smell Peeta’s fresh as rainwater cologne on her shirt, and she couldn’t seem to get the sight of him out of her head, his blue eyes boring into her and his beautiful smile so wide. He looked happy to see her. And she had gone and said nothing more than his name and “I have to go” and left.

She could have at least tossed him a ‘Good to see you, Peeta’ before ditching him.

Idiot.

She dropped her head and buried it in her arms on her desk. Johanna briskly shook her.

“Are you sick?” whispered Jo.

“No,” she whispered back, righting herself in her seat.

Not traditionally.

—–—–

Dr. Latier’s lecture was insanely long, at least it felt so. But that was probably only because Katniss couldn’t stop thinking about Peeta, wondering where he’d gone, and of course, what he was doing here. Was he attending school here or had he come simply to see her? That was a hell of a long way to travel…

As they headed down the stairs at the end of class, Jo hit Katniss up again. “So, what was your deal when you came in today?”

“Um, well, I…” She began to tell Jo the story, but when they stepped through the door of the lecture hall, there was Peeta, leaning against the far wall. Katniss stopped short.

Jo looked between Peeta and Katniss.

“Holy crap! Is that…is that your Viking fling?”

“He’s not a Viking,“ scoffed Katniss. "He’s Norwegian. And I wouldn’t exactly call him a fling, either…” Katniss knew she shouldn’t have told Jo about what happened with Peeta.

“He looks like a Viking. Wowza, the boy is a freaking TREE!”

“Yep,” said Katniss, grinning.

“Did he just carry you around on his shoulders the entire time you were there?” teased Jo. Katniss flushed, although she was thankful her friend’s comment was tame; she knew Jo could be a lot more vulgar than that, and in Jo’s head a lot more happened between them in Norway than actually did.

“No,” Katniss answered. He did, however, sweep her up into his arms and carry her over a big mud puddle one time. She smiled at the memory.

Jo was staring over at Peeta again, and Katniss wondered why he hadn’t come over yet. Perhaps he didn’t want to interrupt.

“He’s gorgeous, too. Damn.”

“He is. Definitely,” she agreed. “And shh. He may be a tall Viking, but he can hear perfectly fine from up there.”

“I’m sure his hearing is superb, among other things,” snarked Jo. Katniss sniffed.

“He really didn’t try anything with you while you were living with him all summer?” asked Jo, incredulous.

“Nope, not a thing.” From the look on Jo’s face, Katniss must have sounded disappointed, and in a way, she was. But it was mainly her fault nothing happened between them. “He’s sweet.”

“Ohh, okay, he’s sweet,” said Jo sarcastically.

“He is.”

Jo folded her arms and leaned against the wall, giving Peeta a good look up and down. Of course, all the girls who passed in the hall were also eyeing Peeta appreciatively‒And why wouldn’t they be? Tall, handsome, muscular guy. And she could only imagine the response they’d have when they heard his accent. What wasn’t to like?‒but he didn’t seem to take any notice of them. He just kept looking over at Katniss, a fact which pleased her.

Those girls didn’t know him like she knew him, anyway; she liked him for far more than his looks.

“Well, well, well, I wonder what he’s doing here,” broached Johanna.

Katniss shrugged. “Our study abroad program maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t exactly gotten to talk to him yet.”

“Mmhmm, I’m so sure that’s why tall, blond, and beefy chose our humble little school to study at.”

Katniss side-eyed Jo, then glanced over at Peeta. She was being incredibly rude again, standing here gabbing with her friend rather than going over to him. And talking about him, too.

"I hope to hell you’re gonna do something about this,” posed Jo.

“Do something? What do you mean?"

"I mean, he made a sweeping romantic gesture by coming here, so you better not let him get away this time!”

Katniss sighed. “First of all, this is surely a temporary arrangement. He’ll be going back home, of course.” The thought cut a deep chasm, deeper than Pulpit Rock inside of Katniss, and she had to suck in a sharp breath from the physical pain it caused to see him again knowing she’d only have to say goodbye once more. Maybe it was better to ignore him, to not get close.

“Besides, who said it was a romantic gesture?” she deflected.

“Hello! Are you brainless?” snapped Jo. Katniss scowled at her friend. “I highly doubt he came here to study, and even if he did, it can’t be coincidence he chose this school, of all places."

"You really think he came here for me?"

"I really do.” Jo shook her head at Katniss. “Brainless,” she reiterated. “Now, go.” She gave Katniss a shove.

“What?"

"Go.” Jo jabbed a finger in Peeta’s direction. “Don’t make him wait any longer. Get your skinny butt over there and talk to him! …Or I will.” The last part was definitely a threat. She might as well have added ‘And you don’t want that.'

And Katniss didn’t. Who knows what Jo would say to poor Peeta? She might scar him for life whilst humiliating her.

“Okay, I’m going." Katniss smoothed back a few unruly strands of hair that’d come loose from her braid and took a deep inhale. And steeling herself, she prepared to face Peeta.

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