Christmas Eve: Nordics x Child!Reader

“B-Berwald?” a small child’s voice rang.

Berwald lifted his head from his pillow and looked at the clock. It read 11:56 pm. He gave a silent sigh and looked at the little child named (Name). “What is it?” he asked quietly.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, climbing into his bed.

“It’s Christmas (Name),” he said, “You have to go to sleep if you want Santa to come.”

She pouted, “but I can’t!”

He sighed and pulled her into his chest, her head on his pectoral. “Can you tell me a story?” she asked.

He sighed again. “Fine.”

“'Twas the night before Christmas,” he began, “when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

(Name) yawned and closed her eyes. “The stockings were hu-“

“DECK THE HALLS WITH BOWS OF HOLLY!! FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!!!!!!!” Mathis yelled as he ran into Berwald’s room.

(Name) giggled and sat up, now completely awake. Berwald sighed and sat up as well. “Stupid Dane,” Lukas muttered as he walked into the room.

“I guess we’re all just coming in here then,” Emil said, following his brother.

“Why are you guys still awake?” Berwald asked.

“I heard you were telling a story and I wanted to listen,” Mathis said, lying on the floor on his stomach.

Berwald sighed. Lukas sat in the corner of the room and Emil sat next to him. “Hey,” (Name) said with a yawn as she looked around, “Where’s Tino?”

The males looked at each other before Berwald said, “He went out to buy last minute Christmas presents.”

“Okay,” she said with another yawn before laying her head back on his chest.

“So continue the story!” Mathis exclaimed.

Berwald sighed and continued, “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap.”

“You had a cap?” Mathis asked.

Berwald ignored him and continued. “Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.”

Mathis was about to interrupt when Lukas chocked with his tie. “When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, 
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. 
Away to the window I flew like a flash, 
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below, 
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,” Berwald said.

“With a little old driver, so lively and quick, 
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. 
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, 
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:” Berwald said.

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! 
Now, Prancer and Vixen! 
On, Comet! On, Cupid! 
On, Donner and Blitzen! 
To the top of the porch! 
To the top of the wall! 
Now dash away! Dash away! 
Dash away all!” a voice said outside the window.

Berwald held in a smile and said, “As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 
when they meet with an obs-“

Berwald stopped when he heard snoring. He looked to find (Name) silently asleep. He looked around his room. Mathis was asleep, snoring loudly. Lukas and Emil were fast asleep in the corner. He slowly lay down and held (Name) close. He glanced at the clock. It read 12:18. “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night,” he mumbled before falling asleep himself.

Tino smiled as he opened the door quietly. His whole family was lying asleep. He had done his job and everyone had presents for his or her joy of the morn. He slowly slid into Berwald’s bed, his head’s next to (Name)’s. He leaned up and kissed the Swede’s cheek before closing his eyes. His sleepiness consumed him and they all slept for the short night.

So dear reader, I wish to you, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.