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Footloose (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader (Erling Haaland’s sister)

Warnings: extreme fluff

Summary: She’s on the way to her school dance, with no parter along. Martin has an obstacle standing in his way. But he is willing to go through it, just for a dance with her.

Special dedication to my besties @freedaxf1+ Jo

“Let me see you baby sis, come on!” Erling shouts from downstairs, as I apply my final layer of lipstick. I take a deep breath and put on my heels, before going down the stairs carefully.

Whilst I make my way down to the hall, I can feel my brother’s and mother’s eyes following my path, pictures being taken of me and the awkwardness kicks in.

Suddenly, a third figure catches my eye, even though his were already glued on me. My brother’s best friend and Norway teammate, Martin, was a part of my life for a long time. He’s two years older than my brother but five years than me.

The age gap was never an obstacle for me to be attracted to him. He was my first love, he still is, considering I refuse to look at another man, or a man at me. Martin was always more mature than my brother, more sensible and thoughtful.

He would always ask me if I wanted to join them in a game of football or attend one of their matches, to which Erling would always respond “I don’t think she’d be interested in that” or “It’s boys time now, mate. We’ll hang out with her later”.

Martin was smart enough to notice the frown in my face and disappointment in my eyes. In between his games or whenever he found an excuse to leave the room, he would always come up to me and apologize. Even if we spent five minutes together, they meant a lot to me.

“Oh my Kjære, you look breathtaking! A proper lady. Erling, take the pictures, I need a minute” my mother mumbles in between her cries and sniffs.

My brother holds his phone up and snaps multiple pictures of me. Only in those pictures I don’t look once in the camera. My eyes are locked with Martin’s and I feel like the world has stopped for a brief moment.

Martin was always a man I looked up to. He surely is the fierce, powerful and restless captain of Arsenal, but I know him as the sweet, tender and humble Norwegian, that would always help me, even if that meant fighting with Erling afterwards.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting them and making my heart beat a little faster than usual. I have to admit that he was the most handsome boy I’ve met in my life. No man is perfect but for him, I will make an exception.

“Okay, stop the lovey dovey eye talk you two. Her boyfriend is coming soon” Erling says and in seconds Martin’s head spins with a shocked look in his eyes. I almost fell down the stairs but I thankfully manage to steady myself on the handle next to me.

“Are you alright Y/N? You’re not hurt, are you?” Martin’s eyes were a mixture of concern and jealousy at the same time. He quickly moved to my side, holding my hand firmly.

“I’m okay. Saved by the bell. Tusen takk, Martin. And what are you saying? What boyfriend?” I ask my brother, trying to understand the theory created in his head.

“The guy who was yesterday with you, while I was picking you up? Isn’t he your boyfriend? You looked pretty close” I could feel Martin’s eyes glued to my lips, hanging from them, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know if anyone has fouled you at the head but no. He is Jason and my best friend, who surely isn’t into women” my brother was silenced and a soft breath escaped Martin’s mouth.

“So, you’re going to the final dance alone? No date?” My mother said, with a concern drawn all over her eyes as if this is the end of the world.

“My friends will be there. We are going to have some fun and then I am coming back home” I reply bluntly, trying to hide my sadness and disappointment.

If I could have a dance partner tonight, I’d love for him to be the blonde Norwegian, whose hand is on my wait, holding me still, and causing a million little sparks to fly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t know. If there’s anything I can do to make your night better tell me and I will do it in a heartbeat” Erling comes up to me and wraps us into a big hug, one that he doesn’t often give to anyone, but I am the exception.

“We will take you there. It’s on our way to the pitch, so we can also pick you up quicker” he continues while picking up his car keys and looking at my mom, whose eyes were still very red fro crying.

I went up to her and gave her a big hug. Eve though attending this prom was never in my original plans, I do it for her. She couldn't attend her school dance, because she got pregnant with my brother. I love her too much to let this opportunity go to waste.

"I hope you have a wonderful time min elskede. This is your night. And who knows, maybe a prince will come along the way. Be careful and take loads of pictures. Jeg elsker deg" she softly says, caressing my curls that were falling all the way down to my elbows.

"Come on princess, before your carriage turns into a pumpkin with me and Martin into mice" My brother whines, while honking loudly enough to disturb the neighbourhood.

"Slutt å være et rasshøl" (stop being an asshole). I hear Martin complain to Erling, as he was clearly being very annoying at the moment.

On our way to my school, I play with all my rings that are hanging from my fingers, while Martin's eyes are roaming all over my body, scanning my every move and little detail on my outfit. I refused to look up, so our eyes would lock, but even the feeling on me, caused a thousand little tingles on my heart.

When I finally looked up, so I could tell my brother where to stop, my eyes fell on Martin's, who was still looking at me through the mirror at the front. A smile was formed on his lips and so on mine. It wasn't awkward in the slightest. It was like a conversation between us, where he mouths at me 'You look incredible'

"Okay missy. We have arrived. A few rules, so we get things straight. No drinking. No smoking. No running behind boys. No weird danced that I may see by accident on insta. But most of all, do not bring along anyone afterwards unless it's one of your girlfriends"

"You sound worse than dad. I will be fine, Erling. You guys will be less than fifteen minutes away from here. If I need anything I will ring you up. Martin, can you go and escort her? I seriously don't need to go back there"

"Of course. Unless Y/N, doesn't want me to, then I won't pressure her"

"It's okay. I truly don't mind. Better than the beast of a brother I have. He will take all the attention away and people will start to gossip"

"I love you too, lillesøster" Erling flashes me an ironic smile before I open my door.

"Aldri sagt at jeg gjorde det" (Never said I did), I reply, with a soft laugh escaping Martin and earning a death stare from my brother.

Martin offered me his hand and I held it firmly, so I could walk up the stairs, without tripping on my dress. Holding his hand was like a hundred butterflies hovering on my stomach and throat. I felt safe, even if that was for a few minutes.

As we reached the top, Martin's fingers were fixing my hair messed by the wind and skimmed through my skin softly. The lightest touch of his could make my knees go weak for him. He doesn't know the effect he has on me.

Our faces are very close to each other's and my entire body is shaking. I can't possibly take my eyes from him. I take every chance I have to cherish his presence, when he is not back in London. Seeing him on the television screen, doesn't compare to his real life grace. He is simply majestic and I hate myself for loving him this much.

"Nyt denne kvelden, min favoritt. Du vil være den vakreste jenta der inne" (Enjoy your night, my favourite. You will be the most beautiful girl in there). Martin whispers in my ear, before landing an unexpected kiss on my cheek. My whole face had turned scarlet red and I thought my heart would run miles to find his after that. We were very close, but not in a million years I thought that my first kiss, even if it was on the cheek, would be by my lifelong crush.

"Thank you. I appreciate it very much. I hope the game goes well tonight and you win. I will root from afar!" If I could drag him inside with me, I certainly would do. And if I wasn't afraid of his reaction.

In the face of the angry, pained, harsh Arsenal captain that everyone knew, I saw a man that I would do everything to have. A loving, heartfelt, adoring man.

Martin's hands drop mine slowly, hesitating and waves me goodbye before going back into my brother's car. I find it very unfair that I can't spend my night with him.

Once I open the gates and witness the beauty of the stadium, my eyes fall on all my friends who were dancing with their boyfriends. Stephanie notices me and excuses herself from her beloved one, before making her way towards me, wrapping her arms around me.

"I am so glad you decided to come! If you didn't, I would start ringing your bell until you hates me. My goodness, you look amazing. Oh my, Y/N!" Stephanie showers me with compliments and I repay her with the same gift. She shows me where we are supposed to sit and I see Jason on the table, alone, looking at his crush, who is on his phone, equally alone.

"Hey Jace. You look great. I am sorry for being late" I greet with a smile and give him a hug. I can hear him sighing loudly, clearly disappointed at tonight.

"At least now I am not entirely alone. You look very nice by the way!" he says, still looking away from me an focusing on a few tables afar. I feel so bad for him, because I can understand the position he is in.

I have to help him. If it can't be me who is happy tonight, at least let it be Jason who is. And he deserves to be happy, I know that he has chances with that boy and that the feelings are mutual.

"Can I give you a piece of advice? And if you want follow it. I am sure though that it will help you with the situation” I caress Jason’s back, trying to calm his down, as his whole body is tense, seeing that the man is about to leave.

“Go and talk to him. He’s been waiting for you. Trust me. It will be okay. I’m sure things will turn out the way you like them” I flash him a smile, while he’s grinning innocently, afraid of being embarrassed and things going south.

“I’ll change name and country if this fails. But I’m still taking you with me, even if this is your plan. I need someone and you’re the only who tolerates me”

“I don’t tolerate you Jason, you’re my friend. And I want the best for you. So for this once, trust me. I’ll be here waiting”

“I love you so much to be mad at you, no matter what” I said before leaving in a rush, trying to catch the man who would have been his possible date.

I plumped on my seat and watched everyone dancing with their partners during very slow romantic songs that made my heart melt. It was a sight for sore eyes. I went on my Instagram to scroll a bit through the stories. Everyone had posted the ballroom, so I decided to snap a few pic too.

It didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a boy to dance with. It bothered me that I couldn’t be with a certain boy. Other girls at the pitch were probably flirting and cheering for him, old friends of theirs and I was in a long blue dress, unable to go anywhere, thinking I’d be considered crazy if I walked all the way from the school up to the field.

Scrolling accidentally to my first story, didn’t help either as Martin’s face popped up and the unease inside me grew bigger. I probably have more pictures of Martin than I have of me or my brother and friends.

I decided to shut down my phone and just let myself enjoy the slow music. It was peaceful and thanks to my luck, Jason was seeing leaving with the guy he was eyeing since forever. He waved me goodbye and mouthed ‘thank you, I owe you’

I waved both of them and made the heart symbol with my fingers. Mission accomplished as they say. At least someone got what they desired tonight.

As I was about to make my way towards my friends who were telling me to come on the dance floor, my phone clung and the name I so badly desired appeared on my screen.

Martin: having fun? do you need anything?

If I could, I’d say ‘please come, pick me up and simply take me with you’ but that would have too much so instead, I played it cool. Well, as much as I could.

Me: not a fun fest, but decent.

Martin: Do you need me to come around?

Me: What? No. Don’t waste your time. Go and play. I’ll be fine.

Martin: No way. I’m coming there. Stay inside so you don’t get cold.

Me: I’ve told you I’m okay. Erling will blame me for whining. We will talk later.

Martin: Too late. Already on my way. Stay inside.

Why was he doing this? Why would he drop his game just to pick me up, when he could have easily told me to go get a taxi or ask mom to take me?

Because Martin isn’t that type of person. Because he actual cares about you. He isn’t a simple man who won’t give the slightest attention. He is willing to give you the world, but you simply don't know it yet.

I walked towards the door, before I saw Stephanie, looking weirdly at me, asking where I was going. I told her that I was going to leave and asked me if I needed anything from her. I thanked her for tonight and making an effort to cheer me up.

As I was about to open the gates, a rushing and sweaty Martin came up to me, with an angry looking in his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stay inside?" he took my hand and led us outside, covering me with his jacket, so I couldn't get cold.

"I was just about to go out. Nothing would have happened. Relax" I say in an annoyed tone, clearly not wanting to sound as mean as I did.

"Fuck, Y/N, you never know. I was just being careful and thoughtful towards you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you"

"Tell that to yourself, because now you are getting sick, being all sweaty and without wearing a jacket. Are you insane?"

"I don't care about me. I know how to handle the cold in those situations. All I want is for you to be safe, but you are making it very difficult for me"

"Why Martin?"

"What why? Are you seriously asking me why I care about you?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Why are you always taking my side, instead of my brother's? Why are you always willing to let me join your games, when I know shit about football? Why are you always coming to my aid when I've let myself be alone?"

"Because, my dear, you have always been kinder than anyone else. You have been my angel on earth. In denial. In denial of my love towards you. In denial that someone can love you. And especially someone like me who is presented as coldhearted, mean and selfish"

I felt the earth stop spinning and my heart thumping against my chest so hard, I thought it was about to burst out, with Martin's name carved on top of it. Did he actually admit being in love with me? The Martin Ødegaard? My Martin?

"Y-you l-lo-love m-m-me?" the words barely came out of my mouth. I was stunned and I think starstruck but what had just happened.

"Jeg elsker deg som om det ikke finnes noen morgendag. Jeg elsker deg som om jeg kan ta på stjernene og gi dem til deg. Jeg elsker deg så høyt at jeg dedikerer hver eneste målfeiring til deg, mens verden ser på oss." (I love you as if there is no tomorrow. I love you as if I can touch the stars and gift them to you. I love you this much to dedicate every of my goal celebrations to you, with the world watching us.)

I felt tears escaping my tears and falling down to my wet lips. I couldn't stop smiling for a single second. This was all that I wanted.

"You don't know, how long I had been wanting to hear those words. And I would have waited for you as much as necessary. Whether that was weeks, months or years, I would have waited for you and loved you unconditionally. Because, I love you too Martin."

I got picked up by him and held in his tight hug. The sweetest most amazing hug I have ever received. This felt like a dream coming true. Like magic.

He closed the gap between us with a soft kiss, full of every emotion I had felt for Martin and every emotion he had felt for me. His lips connected perfectly with mine, dancing along and not letting each other apart.

He put me down and put his hands on me cheeks, holding me firmly and deepening the kiss even more. We both refused to let each other go now that we found wonderland. I felt Martin mumbling in between the kisses:

"I am going to kiss and love you for forever. You are truly my favourite person on this planet"

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