#hws faroe islands

[nordickies]

I love that you include small Nordic countries too! If it's okay to request, I'd like to see Faroe islands and Greenland 😘 (they look cute)

The first post of the year, and it's not even the main 5!

But thank you for the request, anon. I added Åland for you as well <3 The autonomous gang. Anyone showing any interest in my little OCs warms my heart, you have no idea how much it means to me!

#I was planning on making this a part 2 to that Christmas drawing but I literally forgot. oops #hws nordics #hws faroe islands #hws greenland #hws åland #my art #oc talk

[ifindus]

oh! also, can I request Norway hanging out with greenland, Faroe Island and Iceland? Idk why but I feel like they would be a 'squad'👁️

North Athlantic Squad??? Fishing Squad??

At least we know what they'd talk about 🐟

#hetalia #aph norway #aph iceland #aph faroe islands #aph greenland #hws norway #hws iceland #hws faroe islands #hws greenland #thanks for the ask! 🥰🥰🐟 #you are absolutely right though #we know the historical ties between them #together with nature and natural resources #it makes a lot of sense

[apersonwholikeslotus]

The Visit

Y'all guess who's back to writing (finally); everyone say thank you to @hetagrammy for talking to me about IreNor which made me want to write again and for beta reading; she is a person of many talents.

Welcome back to world building the fics, couple of notes + human names;

Because I can I hc Faroe and Iceland as Norway & Ireland's kids; Alisdair has right to be worried he's not just an asshole.

Alisdair = Scotland Molly (or Máire) = Ireland Sigurd = Norway Ida = Faroe Islands

TW: for references to domestic/sexual abuse (character accusing another of it, nothing is actually happening)

ao3 link here

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It had been too long since Alisdair had seen his sister, a couple decades at least. He didn’t even know where she was living, what she was up to, if she were even alive. When you knew as many people as centuries of life could afford you it was easier to find someone though, he assumed she was living in an abbey still; which one he wasn’t sure but that was his first guess to start looking. That was the clue he had given: his sister Máire, she lived in an abbey, made her living writing manuscripts. Even threw in her goldsmithing hobby, and a rough description based off the last time he had seen her. As he was sure there were a thousand Máire’s who helped write manuscripts in Ireland alone.

This wasn’t what he expected, out of all the places in Ireland, Dublin, a viking settlement, was the last place he expected to find her. He had heard of the city, which seemed to be a rather large hub for the Scandinavians now. He couldn’t believe how many boats were in the harbor, they lined up endlessly. He remembered one of the last conversations he had with her, he had half begged her to stay away from the coasts; convinced himself the farther inland she was the safer she would be. As usual anything he, or Dylan, asked of her spurred her to do the absolute opposite. Considering this is where she was living maybe Arthur had asked her to stay away from the coasts as well, she would happily let herself get captured if it meant spiting Arthur. 

He kept his head down, not wanting to draw attention with all of them around here. Reasonably he didn’t trust these people, he had already lost Shetland, Orkney, Caithness, and Sutherland; not to mention the Isle of Mann. Four girls and a boy, all fathered by the Norse personification and promptly left behind. It wasn’t uncommon for nations to leave their children in their own land until they were older; didn’t mean he had to like how recklessly he had them; nor did it mean he couldn’t feel bad for the bairns.

He came to the house he had been told; it took far longer than he expected, and had to go through what seemed half the clergy in the country before someone knew where she was. Only finally finding out from a priest that seemed ten years too old to be alive, but here he was. It was on the outside of the city, a small house looking like it wasn’t made to be a long term shelter, there was a small area of farmland around it. He opened the gate making sure to close it behind him so the chickens that milled about wouldn’t get out. A cat sat on top of an overturned crate, gazing over him lazily. That surprised him, Molly had never been much of a cat person preferring dogs, said they were more useful. 

He dusted himself off as he stood at the door, he didn’t need Molly immediately scolding him over his appearance. He knocked heavily, she tended to daydream and not hear things too lost in whatever she was doing. He didn’t want to just walk in either lest he scare her, or he had the wrong house. The wrong Máire. He hoped not. 

The door opened, he smiled expecting his sister. Expecting for her to throw herself into his arms for a hug, they had never been apart for so long he was so excited to see her. His face fell, instead of his sister stood a man, just barely taller than him, blond with blue eyes, dressed as a northmen. The Northman, Sigurd, the source of all his troubles stood in front of him. Molly must have been here, it was too much of a coincidence there is no way he was here and she was not at some point. 

“Where is she” 

“No hello?” it infuriated him how calm the other was, Sigurd was always infuriatingly calm, even when facing Alisdair. 

“Where is my sister?” Alisdair started again, his voice firm but loud, “Where is Molly? What have you done with her, you heathen?!” he spat the word in his face. 

Sigurd looked upset, but was nowhere near losing his temper as Alisdair was, “She is fine, and I do not–” 

“She can not be fine if you are in her house I–” Alisdair stopped, a small voice, clearly inquisitive, asking something. He looked down, a child no older than four, maybe five clung to Sigurd’s leg. He was going to brush her presence off, Sigurd had plenty of bastards, all of which deserved to hear the truth about their father regardless of age. His gaze lingered on her just long enough for her to look up at him. He froze suddenly, the girl was blonde and blue eyed, just as her father was; but the shape of her face, the way the frizzy curls framed her face… that was Molly. Sigurd must have noted his new interest and he shooed her away. Alisdair’s trance broke as he watched her go. 

“Where is my sister?” he demanded again, this time peering over Sigurd’s shoulder trying to see into the house. He wanted to see the girl again, he wanted to see her closer, that had to be his sister's child. 

“I already told you” He stepped to the side to block Alisdair’s view, “She is fine, why are you looking for her?” 

“I’m not allowed to see her?” 

“I didn’t say that” 

“Then where is-” 

“Sigurd? Who’s at the door?” He froze, moments away from pushing the other man out of the doorway to get into the house. The voice was Molly's. He needed to see her, he needed to know she was okay, he needed her alone, he needed to know she wasn’t being kept with him against her will. 

Sigurd stepped to the side so Alisdair could see in the house, Molly came into view and seeing her face took some of his anxiety away knowing she was okay. Knowing she seemed unhurt. The relief was short-lived, his eyes fell on the small girl he had just seen now rested on her hip, he froze seeing her swollen stomach. 

Molly froze, she just stared at him for a moment, he tried to decide if that was a good thing or not.  “Alisdair!” the hesitation morphed into an almost forced looking smile, there was a panic in her eyes that he knew shouldn’t be there. “I thought I heard your voice, but I didn’t want to hope too much!” 

She moved as quickly as she could over to him, she handed the child to Sigurd and hugged Alisdair tightly, his eyes didn’t move from Sigurd, he put his arm around Molly not in a hug, but as if he were trying to protect her. It was impossible to not assume what he was, the stories he heard, the things he had seen, he wanted him dead. Everything played out in his head, he couldn’t touch him while he was holding her; the girl was at no fault for her fathers actions. 

Molly let go of him, though she stayed close, smiling up at him. “I swear it seems you’ve gotten older since we last saw each other, you have to tell me everything, how are you? How are Arthur and Dylan?” 

He opened his mouth to answer, but every thing that came to mind had to do with what was in front of him. Her smile wavered, she was always good at knowing what he was thinking, “Silly me, you’re probably exhausted, come in, come in, we can talk later” she hugged him again quickly, this time taking the chance to whisper “wait til Ida goes to bed” 

He tensed once she let go, swallowing heavily, he assumed Ida was the girl. He nodded, but put his gaze back on Sigurd. He couldn’t help but take note of how heavily Molly kept her grip on him as she pulled him into the house, how she kept her distance from Sigurd, how she had whispered instead of asking aloud. Every instinct screaming to get Molly and Ida away from him. But he stayed quiet as Molly took her daughter back from Sigurd. 

“Mo réaltín,” Molly held the girl up a bit to be closer to eye level with him, “meet your uncle Alisdair.” 

~~~~~~~~~

The sun had set long ago, Alisdair sat watching his sister, Molly looked exhausted, her head rested on Sigurd’s shoulder, his arm around her. It infuriated Alisdair, he hadn’t gotten an answer yet, he hadn’t been given reasons to not kill Sigurd where he stood. If he threw him in the sea, it would take him longer to come back. The only punishment Alisdair could see fit for what he had done to her. 

“She’s long asleep” Alisdair commented, hoping to spur the conversation. He had spent all day with the small girl going on about all the things she liked (playing tag with the children down the road, the pictures in the windows at church, when her father told her stories about the gods); her favorite foods (pickled fish among them); the names of all the chickens (though she noted she preferred the sheep). It was easier to talk to the niece he didn’t know existed, ignore how she had her fathers nose, and her smile was too much like the Danes’. Ignore how she spoke Norse, and stumbled over the bit of Irish she proudly tried to speak to him in. 

Molly sat up a bit, she looked over at Alisdair, “what do we need to talk about?” 

He hesitated, he knew she knew, “can we go somewhere else?” 

“I’ll leave” Sigurd said instead, “I’m not making my pregnant wife go outside at this hour” 

“Wife?” It pissed him off hearing him refer to her that way, he spoke as if Molly weren’t in the room “My sister wouldn’t marry a pagan, much less willingly carry his children.” 

“But she did, and she is, so apparently you don’t know her that well.” Sigurd didn’t move from Molly’s side, he felt he held more power over Alisdair with her in his arms. “And I don’t like what you're implying about me” 

“I’ll say whatever I want about you because I know the truth.” 

“And what is the truth?” 

“I know what you viking are like.” Alisdair stated it plainly, “You show up, and take what you want without asking. That’s what you did with her; you were tired of just trinkets, jealous of your men getting to take whoever they wanted.” 

“Alisdair, sto-” she started but before being able to get anything beyond his name out was cut off. 

“And you knew the best way to make her stay with you was to have something to hang over her head,” he threw one of his hands towards the other half of the house where Ida was asleep, before gesturing to Molly, clearly trying to accentuate her current state. “You would have a dozen children just to keep her with you” 

Sigurd’s face barely changed, but Molly could feel him tense. He sat up straighter, his jaw clenched tight enough she could hear him grinding his teeth to keep himself from saying anything, 

Molly knew Sigurd wouldn’t say anything, he wasn’t a pushover but he wouldn’t want to distress her or wake up Ida either. He would hold his tongue until morning. She stood suddenly, “Alisdair, outside. Now.” She turned to Sigurd, assuring him a small walk wouldn’t kill her. To spite her brother she took his fur with her, pulling the oversized garment over her shoulders as she followed Alisdair outside.

As soon as the door closed behind her she faced him fury in her eyes “What the fuck was that” 

“Molly you don’t have to pretend to—“ 

“I’m not pretending anything!” She huffed loudly, “He is my husband, I love him, he hasn’t done anything I didn’t give him permission to.”

Alisdair was desperate to get her to admit something, anything to prove Sigurd had done something to her, that he wasn’t just being rash. “How do I know you're not saying that because he’s still right there?” 

She huffed stalking off expecting him to follow her, he did right at her heels. Admittedly he was having a hard time keeping up with her, which was embarrassing to admit considering she was at least six months along already. 

They were well out of hearing distance when she started talking again, repeating her earlier statement: “Sigurd is my husband, I love him, he hasn’t done anything without my permission. We didn’t plan Ida, or this baby, but I love being a mother and he’s a wonderful father.” 

A silence fell over them, as they kept walking. Alisdair knew Molly had no reason to lie to him, not when he wasn’t around to hear her. But he couldn’t believe she would fall for him, he couldn’t rationalize with everything that had happened that she would be okay being with him. 

“We can wait a few weeks so he doesn’t suspect, we’ll leave in the middle of the night, I’ll carry Ida so she doesn’t wake up. He won’t know we’re gone until–” he ignored everything she said. He didn’t think she was genuine, something must be wrong. 

“Alisdair.” She stopped suddenly, turning to face him, “I’m in no condition to travel, and even if I was I wouldn’t go with you” 

“I’ll come back for you in a few months then.” 

Molly went quiet looking up at her brother, she didn’t know how to tell him what she needed to. “I’m not going to be here in a few months.” 

“You’re going back to Norway with him?” 

“No. Once summer comes, and once he’s able to go get the rest of his children we’re all leaving for Iceland.” 

“No.” he didn’t even need to think about it, he wasn’t going that far away, he wasn’t letting her go that far from home. He wouldn’t be able to check on her, he wouldn’t be able to come get her if something happened. 

She sighed, “You know that means nothing,” she turned around going back to the house, “I’m going with him, I’m sorry you don’t trust him, but you can’t throw accusations around, especially after he’s been nothing but kind to me” 

“Nothing but kind?” if Alisdair wasn’t so angry he would have laughed. “You call what his people do to you, to me, kindness?” 

Molly stopped, she looked at the ground sighing. She faced him, but didn’t move any closer, “Seventy years ago now there was a raid on the Abbey I was living in. For some reason or another they decided I wasn’t to die with everyone else and brought me here…” 

Alisdair thought he had it, he thought he had his gotcha. That Molly was finally admitting the horrible things he had done to her. 

“Sigurd paid them off and let me go back about my business, not asking anything in return. That is what I call kindness, Alisdair.” Molly sighed, “It’s been too long, because you think I’m stupid now, enough so to let a man manipulate me into things, even if he had forced Ida on me I would have found a way out for both of us. You should know that.” 

Alisdair was taken aback, he hadn’t been trying to imply Molly to not know what she was doing. His assumptions had nothing to do with her, everything to do with him. He just got here, he had only seen her for a day. He thought he would show up and Molly would still be the same as the last time he had seen her, he thought she would still be his little sister and nothing more; he supposes he wasn’t always right though. 

“I know I won’t be able to stop you; but I can’t stay around if you’re going with him.” 

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” They stopped in front of the house, ���But I was hoping you would be around when the baby came.” She opened the front gate not looking at him, “you are welcome to stay for a few days, but I expect you to apologize to Sigurd if you do” 

“I’ll find somewhere else then.” 

Molly nodded, “I’ll get your things then, he may not want you in his house if you don’t plan on taking anything back.” 

“Wait.” Molly stopped looking at him, he came here to check on her. She might be insisting she was fine, but he didn’t trust Sigurd, he couldn’t start trusting him just on Molly’s word either. He couldn’t help but feel as though he was admitting defeat, but… “If I apologize you’ll let me stay?” 

“I will,” she shrugged, “But you’ll have to see what he says” 

“I’ll stay, if I’m allowed.”

#hws norway #hws scotland #hws ireland #hetalia #irenor #hws faroe islands #iceland is also technically there but not rlly #apersonwhowrites #believe it or not this started as a silly idea

[ask-ms-faroe-islands]

is Norway gay or just European? You know since you lived with him you might be able to answer the question-

Faroe: gay. 100%. went to his wedding.

#hetalia #hetalia ask blog #hetalia oc #hetalia nordics #hetalia world stars #aph nordics #hws faroe islands #aph faroe islands #hws norway #aph norway

[simple-persica]

And then they were rendered and had a Friend. The Faroe Islands is here and so is her sheep that will eat everything he thinks might be food.

I probably shoulda added the descriptions of Vinland and Greenland to this post, but...oops. Info on Faroe under the cut plus bonus sketches

Faroe Islands

She's very loud and speaks her every thought

Kinda has a potty mouth and Greenland has to call her out on it all the time

Her sheep, which has yet to be named, has been with her since she was born manifested? And she spoils him rotten

Actually spends a lot of time with Scotland and the other UK siblings

Despite her brash nature, she's actually a very calming person to be around

She. Is. Strong. She can lift and bench any sheep she comes across, even at such a young age

She spends a lot of time getting her hair right when she wakes up. Gotta make sure her little side curls are as far out to the side as possible

The second pic at the bottom is of an older Faroe Islands with a peak at her face

#hetalia #hetalia oc #aph vinland #hws vinland #aph greenland #hws greenland #aph faroe islands #hws faroe islands #northern kiddos #that's there new name #thank you for that one Jezz

[ohmysway]

if i start my faroe blog up again would you guys send in asks?

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #axis powers hetalia #axis powers ヘタリア #aph nordics #hws nordics #hws faroe islands #aph faroe islands #hetalia oc

[missmagicandlight]

have some siblings! Faroe Islands (Sólja) and Iceland (Emil)

#hws nordics #hws iceland #hws faroe islands

[ask-miraculous-hetalia]

Creatures of the Night

October 25 prompt: Supernatural Creatures / Shadows / 'Do you like scary movies?'

Character(s): Faroe Islands (Eleonora/Plumage), 2P Sweden (Beck/Myskoxe), Helsinki (Taika/Lady Luck)

@hetaween-event-2022

Lady Luck didn't believe in many creatures, if at all. But, at the moment, there was nothing she could say as the current akumatized person had been turned into a slightly less creepy version of the nuckelavee. She'd heard stories of said creatures when she was visiting the Orkney Islands a while ago. Right now, she's running from the Nuckelavee akuma to the location where Myskoxe and Plumage are waiting for her. As she approached, she could see Myskoxe. He was walking in her direction with his mallet in hand. When she passed him she could swear she heard the faint sound of the song Valhalla Calling in the background. She turned in time to see Myskoxe bring his mallet down on top of Nuckelavee's horse head, bringing the akuma to the ground. Plumage came out of her hiding spot to stand next to Lady Luck.

"I don't think Butterfly meant for this to happen," Plumage said. "Unless Sommerfugl got the miraculous back and decided to just go for it." "Lucky charm!" Lady Luck said. What appeared in her hands is a pair of handcuffs. Nuckelavee then used its hands to attack the three holders. All three dodged as Lady Luck figured out what to do with the handcuffs. "I need to get close," she said. Plumage and Myskoxe looked at her like she's crazy. "Fine, whatever you say," Plumage said. The bull and rooster holders kept Nuckelavee distracted while Lady Luck maneuvered around and tangled Nuckelavee's arms around itself before cuffing them together, leaving them unable to do anything. The trio then looked around the body for what the akumatized object could be.

"Lady Luck," Myskoxe said when he noticed something. Lady Luck went to where he is to see what he was looking at. One of the hands was shut whereas the other was open. The hand was pried open to reveal a figurine. Myskoxe took the figurine and snapped it in half. Out came a black butterfly with thin purple lines on its wings. "Time to de-evilize," Lady Luck said and used her yoyo to capture the butterfly. When it was released, it was once again a white butterfly. Nuckelavee then turned back into a normal civilian. To thet holders' surprise, the akumatized person had been Norwegian Lukas Bakke. Plumage's eyes widened. She knew him better than the other two. "I need to go," she said, taking Lukas to where he lived. Myskoxe and Lady Luck raise an eyebrow and look at each other and shrug.

"Miraculous Lady Luck!" The Kwamiswap ladybug holder exclaimed and threw her lucky charm into the air. It turned into tiny ladybugs that flew around and fixed everything. Lady Luck and Myskoxe high fived once everything was fixed and the two headed their separate ways.

Eleonora looked down at Lukas. She had been Plumage, so she had known that he was Nuckelavee earlier. Her father. Akumatized because of whoever held the butterfly miraculous. When Lukas woke up, he saw Eleonora looking down at him. He raised a hand and placed it on her cheek.

"Jeg elsker deg, pappa," Eleonora said and nestled into his touch.

#hetaween 2022 #hws helsinki #aph helsinki #2p sweden #aph faroe islands #hws faroe islands #ox miraculous #rooster miraculous #ladybug miraculous

[fatherlanddenmark]

calling all Scandinavian Hetalians~

I need help with my scandinavian names

I have som Ideas for names, but I want to run it through first. so Denmark I know (since I myself is Danish)

Denmark: Esben Ørnskjold Anderesen

Sweden: Berwald Oxenstierna (is Oxenstierna too rare, heart it was a noble name in sweden)

Norway : Lucas Falk (I changed his last name)

Iceland: Emil Gunnarsson (Since my research Steilsson doesn't show up for me as a valied Icelandic Surname... but Am I doing that worng? to my knowledge Icelandic surnames ends in -son for men and -dottir for females) Finland: Vieno Vainamoinen( called Tino by the rest. I am so unsure on Finland, since I don't understand Finnish at all and don't have anyone to help me understand. I just know Tino, might be Italian.)

Faroe Islands: Kasper Tórgarð (Kasper is mostly Danish I know)

#hetalia denmark #hetalia #fatherlanddenmark #askfatherlanddenmark #aph denmark #hws denmark #hws #mun #hetalia iceland #hetalia sweden #hetalia finland #hetalia norway #aph #aph nordic #hetalia nordics #hetalia nordic names #aph Nordic names #hetalia faroe islands #hetalia fandom #ask

[jackce]

Commission for @i-love-vampires her OC Faroe Islands with Denmark 's shadow 👀

#Hetalia #oc #not my oc #hetalia oc #hws Faroe Islands #aph Faroe Islands #hws Denmark #commission #MV #mv_illustrates #i-love-vampires #jackce #my art

[nordickies]

All three: Do you have friends outside the Nordics?

/// OC event 4/6

#hws faroe islands #hws åland #hws greenland #hws singapore #hws monaco #hws luxembourg #hws liechtenstein #hws latvia #hws estonia #hws scotland #hws wales #hws north ireland #hws taiwan #hws ecuador #hws australia #oc talk #event #my art

[ifindus]

do you have a faroe island and/or greenland oc? also how do you see their relationship with norway or the other nordics?

I have drawn both Greenland and Faroe once before! Greenland is just the canon design with colours I picked, while I made an Faroe oc. Though neither of these two are really considered much in Norway, during lock-down in 2020, the Faroe football league was the only one still active so a bunch of Norwegians became avid followers of Faroe football of a year 😅 Faroe does have a lot influences from both Denmark, Norway, and Scotland.

Greenland was also under Norway before Norway entered the Kalmar Union, and I know there was almost a fight between Denmark and Norway over the area in the early 1900s, where Norway claimed it should be under Norwegian rule (the same argument could be made for Faroe and Iceland too though).

I think Faroe and Greenland bond over complaining about Denmark (their favourite hobby), and Faroe sort of looks up to Norway while Greenland is indifferent about him. The two should also be good friends with Iceland, as he lived with them for most of their life and they are all island in the North Sea.

#hetalia #aph faroe islands #aph greenland #hws faroe islands #hws greenland #thanks for the ask!! 🥰 #I've seen so much greenland content today after I started working on this 😂 #maybe it was meant to be #also still have not figured out how to draw Greenland's hair - but for only drawing them twice it's probably okay??? #and the clothes of people in Greenland are so beautiful?? I cannot draw all those details without using several hours on it tho 🥺 #Faroe should have gotten some knitted pattern as well but I was too lazy tonight :') rip #I should try including Faroe and Greenland more but it's just that we don't really have much conception about them?? #I'm sure some people here don't even know Faroe exists and as a part of Denmark :P

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Iceland: My sister is constantly making fun of me for how lightly done I like my toast. "Your hot bread is done" she says to me. Disgusting.

Faroe: I don't say that. "Hot" would imply it's been in the toaster for more than 15 seconds, "Your lightly warmed bread is done" I tell you.

Faroe: One of these days I'm not even going to put it in the toaster, just gonna breathe real hard on the bread for a minute and you'll be like "wow this is perfectly done"

Iceland: "Thank you so much for warming up my bread for me Ida, I'm so glad we're siblings, I love you" I say to you every time your mean ass makes toast for me.

#aph iceland #hws iceland #aph Faroe islands #hws faroe islands #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes #aph nordics #hws nordics

[marraiwa]

eira and her eldest daughters uwu

#hetalia #nyotalia #nyo norway #fem norway #nyo iceland #fem iceland #aph faroe islands #hws faroe islands

[simple-persica]

Ok I’m kinda in love with Vinland’s hair. Also bonus Canada that has no relevance, he’s just walking out the door :]

#hetalia #aph vinland #hws vinland #aph canada #hws canada #open to crituqe about her colors #probably will do a whole design thing on Saturday #actually… #might just do an entire batch of characters #like #Vinland Greenland and the Faroe Islands #we’ll make a whole crew #also I have general background knowledge about these different places #so it won’t be as hard

[pvffinsdaisies]

Norway: you know the first thing i thought when i first saw you?

Faroe Islands: “god, that woman wears a lot of pink”?

Norway:

Norway: you know the second thing i thought when i first saw you?

#hws nordics #hws norway #hws faroe islands #aph nordics #aph norway #aph faroe islands #farnor #faenor #aph ocs