The Troll Hunter《Norway x Reader》[✔]

Chapter 7: Cult House

When you said an hour, you ended up cooling off until you slept.

"Butter cookies..." You murmured in your sleep as you shifted facing the other side.

You were weirded out by the warm soft texture you felt as you shifted. Under your skin as you clutched your hand on the object below you.

Soft...

You fluttered your eyes groggily as your vision cleared. You saw the single leg of the table and the rest of the glossy wood floor.

I'm in bed? Your thoughts scrambled in confusion.

You knew that you slept on top of the trailer's roof. You shifted your feet to feel that your shoes were off and your socks were the only things left on your foot except the anklet you wore.
You slowly sat up and looked around.

There was no sign of Lukas anywhere.

You yawned like a lion and stretched your arms. The sensation felt great and comfortable. You stepped on to the glossy floor and stood up.

Where is he? Your thoughts went back to your host.

You look around for him. The bathroom, SUV, mini-kitchen, the small office he had, and you even checked the whole perimeter.

Unless... Your eyes widened in realization.

"Oh shit, Lukas..." You went back in the trailer slamming the door.

You laced up your snow shoes, zipped up your parka, put on your gloves, strapped on your helmet that had your camera stuck on it, and grabbed a lighter.
Of course, what if the cult was in a cave or something and it was dark as hell in there?

You jumped out of the trailer feeling ready, but you had one problem.

"Where the hell is that cult hiding anyways?" You face palmed yourself and looked the the woods.

You sighed and decided to become a lost Dora the Explorer.

You walked into the forest knowing nothing of its cold and beautiful nature. The trees were obviously leafless and creepy, but nothing was creepier than the runes and symbols carved on the trees. It gave you the jeepers as you walked deeper into the woods following the carved trees.

"At least I know where I'm going." You muttered jokingly under your breath.

The carved trees were everywhere around you, but the runes seemed like they were moving on the tree. It was weird that they formed English words for you, but it was weirder as you got in deeper hearing the snores of the hibernating creatures and how the wind affected the movement of a person.
A storm was stirring up as you walked slowly through the ankle-deep snow. You walked, rather marched, quickly through the snow.

Finally a sound that made sense to you was heard. It was in some language you didn't understand. It sounded like Norwegian, but the rest of the words weren't familiar. It was like an alien language from another planet.

You walked towards the source and found a large haunted looking estate. Your mouth gaped in awe from the magnificent mansion. There were runes and symbols engraved on the pillars that held the iron fences that surrounded the estate.

"These cultist must be filthy rich." You muttered as you neared the gate.

Obviously it was locked from the inside. You looked for an entrance somewhere and found a space big enough for you to slip in.

The first few steps made you uneasy. You came in with no weapon. You were a bit unprepared, but you knew that a lighter was already good enough to create something.

Video game logic.

You scouted the perimeter looking for a way in. Going through the front door would be a bad direct approach. You looked around the area for a good ten minutes for a way in, but the manor didn't look like it had any available openings. You were about to give up until you heard the gate from before open.

You quickly hid in some bushes near the porch and took a peek at the newcomers who came in.

There was three of them with their hoods on. The one in the middle wore a purple velvet robe while his companions wore brown ones that looked like a monk's habit.

Suddenly the front door opened. You peeked up at the door to see another guy in a red velvet robe. He also had his hood up.

You lowered your head as you saw the faces of the cultists under their hoods from your view.

The one in the red velvet robe gave you a gut feeling that he was bad news. He had porcelain white skin, a tall nose, piercing transparent blue eyes, and a scar that marked from his cheek to his chin.

"Welcome back brothers." His face was oddly familiar, but his voice wasn't.

From his looks he looked like he was fifty or in his late-forties. He just looked a bit too young for his age. Fountain of Youth maybe? Who knows.

After their small greeting chat they went in, but without the man's transparent blue eyes glancing at you.

You froze in fear as those eyes stared deep into you. A chant at the back of your mind told you to follow him in and give yourself to the cultists. You resisted the urge, but your legs started to get you up as you grunted. Your hands gripped on the railings of the porch to prevent yourself from walking to the front door.

"No!" You whispered and forced your legs to walk away.

You felt like your legs were being grabbed by metal hands that are trying to drag you down to hell.

"I ain't going to hell just yet!"

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up. Your legs gave a struggled response as you hit the person who grabbed you from behind.

"Let go of me dammit!"

"It's me." You stopped hitting him recognizing the voice.

"Lukas?!" You looked behind you to see the troll hunter.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He whisper-yelled angrily at you.

"Well I'm sorry I thought you went off to this one hell of a manor without me." You answered back with your legs still out of control.

"What's with your legs?"

"I don't know, one of the cultists saw me and glared at me in the eye then this just happened." You explained. "Also where were you anyways?"

"I went out to check the tires around here to see if the trolls here still lay around."

"And?"

"Their still here, must be a family of Tosserlands."

"Shit." You sighed. "Can you help me? I think my legs are still being controlled."

He suddenly murmurs something in some sort of language that was similar to the chant you heard a while ago. His eyes started to glow light blue as he traced a rune on the side of your thigh that tickled you.

"Stop it!" You started to giggled with your legs starting to calm down a bit, but they felt a bit tired.

He dropped you down on your feet as you held on the railings for support.

"How do I walk now?" You complained as your legs wobbled.

"If I take off the rune then you'll go back to the mind control state."

"Really?"

"I'm not lying."

You sighed. You thought about it for a few minutes until an idea struck you.

"Bondevik, I think I have a great idea."