Dragon's Den (Dragon!Norway x Reader Final)

Instead of taking you into another bookstore like you had expected him to do, Lukas stepped onto the street, took a few running steps, and lifted himself into the air. City buildings whizzed past you as you clung to the dragon's neck for dear life. 

"Lukas!" You shouted over the wind whistling through your ears. "Where are we going?!"

The dragon didn't reply, which startled you. You began to have doubts about your earlier thoughts. Maybe he really is more dragon than human after all, you thought as he carried you further and further away from City. But if he's a dragon, then how come Arthur can't see him?

What are you, Lukas, and where are you taking me? Why?

You watched as City was slowly eaten up by the horizon as Lukas flew east, toward the morning sun. As he seemed to near his destination, he gradually began to dip lower and lower in flight, until he was close enough to the snow-capped sea of trees below that you could reach a hand out and touch some of the highest branches if you wanted to. City had been surprisingly warm judging by its location, and you briefly wondered if it was because of spells wizards cast before you remembered that you were supposed to be worrying about where you were being taken to. 

A clearing became visible through the trees, and Lukas dipped toward it, landing softly along the grass and flowers and allowing you to slide off of him. For a moment, the two of you were silent, you uncertain as to what to say or do, and the dragon seeming to be immobile. After a few seconds, though, Lukas spun his neck around so that his piercing blue gaze was locked on yours.

"Are you my friend, (y/n)?"

You were shocked for a minute. Am I his friend? You thought to yourself. He's been acting awful to me all day. He keeps secrets from me, and he doesn't answer my questions directly. 

And yet, this strange dragon with his strange love of reading and his strange way of drinking coffee had never hurt you before. He had made you feel scared, or uncomfortable, or angry, but he had never made you feel pain. It was then that you decided.

"Yes."

The dragon blinked, as though he had been expecting rejection, and then continued to stare at you. Then, from his lips the explanations you had been waiting for for days came pouring out.

"The reason why I was not visible to Arthur was because I am, in fact, not a mere dragon," he said. "I am not a mere dragon because of a curse that was laid upon myself and three other people. Those three other people were my Knight, -- he's like a bodyguard -- my Archer, -- he's also like a bodyguard, but he's stationed in a hidden position -- and my brother. My brother angered a group of people during one of his political campaigns by paying more attention to one group of people than the other instead of being impartial, and it was misinterpreted as an act of corruption from all of the family; as a result, when we were wandering alone one night, having a snowball fight, we were attacked by a small band of pretty powerful wizards who locked my brother and bodyguards into a house and turned me into a dragon. I couldn't enter the house no matter how hard I tried, and they slowly began to starve. 

"No matter what I try to do, I can't unlock the house. The wizards made sure that no matter what, they'd be unable to escape. I've been magically transporting food and supplies into the home once a week, but it hasn't been enough. They spend all of their days cooped up inside of one building, and they can't open the windows for fresh air. It's taking its tole on them, I can feel it. Eventually, I began to give up hope, so I decided to find a cave and live out the rest of my existence in solitude, with nobody but my troll and faery -- yes, I have troll and faery friends like the waiter you met at the cafe has -- to talk to. However, then you showed up and reminded me that there was still hope."

All was silent for a moment. A lot of what Lukas had told you made sense, but you decided that you needed to piece a few extra things together. "Lukas, how come I can see you? And why do you have guards?"

"When any professional wizard casts a spell, they make sure that there's a way out of it. They made the process of my turning into a dragon gradual, so that I could take me time to find someone to help me undo the spell. All I had to do was give someone my blood, and then they'd be able to see me in the future as a dragon. And the reason I have...or, had...guards was because I was the Prince in the story."

You weren't entirely surprised that Lukas was the Prince in his story when you remembered how touchy the subject had been. "How long have you been a dragon for?"

"The process was completed 10 years ago."

"So you were the man who gave me the vial?"

"Yes."

"Why did you pick me?"

"I picked you because you were young, so I would have more time if it was needed. If I had chosen you as an adult, you may have had more responsibilities than you do now that would have made this difficult."

Now that everything was falling into place, you only had one more question to ask. "How can I help you get your brother and guards back?"

The dragon froze, and he then turned his head away from you. "You're seriously not going to like how cliche this sounds," he muttered.

"Why?"

"I need a kiss."

...

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?!" You yelled, shocked. "B-but you're a reptile and you have scales! How would that even work?! Your face is like five times bigger than mine, and I don't even know if you have lips or not!"

Lukas then did the strangest thing. He started laughing. His entire body shook with mirth as tears began to spring to his eyes. You were absolutely stunned.

"Y-you...you idiot!" He roared between his laughs. "Y-you...you actually believed that?! O-of course they w-wouldn't be that cliche!"

"Lukas, after how you've been acting these past few days, I don't think I even know who you are anymore," you said, appalled by his sudden change in demeanor. As his laughter died down, Lukas turned to you again, his face turning to stone once more.

"I know. I'm sorry I've been showing so much emotion lately. It's because of my...dragon instincts, I suppose. This time of year is when dragons begin to..socialize...so usually their hormones cause their emotions to become messed up."

"I did not need to know that, Lukas," you said, flicking his nose with one finger. "But thanks for the explanation anyways, I'm sure I can use it in the future. Now c'mon, hurry up and tell me the real way to save your friends so that they don't end up dying of isolation."

"It's not that complicated, actually. All you have to do is open the front door to the house."

...

"Wait, that's it?!" You asked, startled. 

"Yes," Lukas said. 

"How come you didn't just take me there when I first met you, or just pulled some random stranger off the street, gave them your blood, had them open the door, and sent them on their merry way?"

"The spell required for me to be close with the person who opened the door. The wizards knew that I was not good with intimate relationships, so they decided that since I would be the one to take the longest to manage to convince someone to befriend me, I would be the best one for the job."

Sliding onto his back and gesturing for the dragon to take you to the house, -- he took off once you were situated -- you asked, "But why would the wizards make that the way to undo the spell? Couldn't they choose something more difficult and long-lasting? And how come the King has ruled for so long if it wasn't because you two were cursed?"

"The wizards' intention was not to dethrone the King, it was simply to make my brother regret his actions -- to make a statement. And that's because only the oldest heir can become King, and I was so picky that I never found a suitable (Queen/King)."

"Oh," you replied simply. It felt weird no longer having questions to ask about Lukas. You were left to let the information sink in for the rest of the flight, and after a while the dragon began to descend.