Valentine impact [ denmark x reader ]

It all happened so fast. Mathias couldn't process it. One second you were huffing in anger at him, the next thing he knows your lifeless body is lying in the middle of the road, your blood tainting the pure white snow.

It all began this morning...

"Eh? Are you serious?" Your face is met with immediate glee. Mathias violently shakes his
head up and down.

"Yeah! It'll be awesome! I'll finish up work quickly so we can go"

You couldn't believe it. Mathias was taking you to the restaurant you've been dying to go too, all for Valentine's Day. You give him a quick peck on the lips before rushing off to go rant to Lukas or Emil, whichever one could actual tolerate you.

Mathias was now off to work. "Bye, [Name]! Love you!" He yelled, hoping you heard him. He didn't hear a response, so he just grinned and continued on with what he was doing. Mathias closed the door behind him and eagerly went to work.

In honesty, he had to get his work done by tonight if he wanted to take you out to dinner. Which he really wanted to do. It's just, no one was allowed to leave his work unless you were finished completely. Knowing Mathias...He would surely slack off.
Anyway, back to you. Emil was the only one who actually let you into his room. Lukas had closed the door bluntly in your face, along with a blunt "Go bug Emil".

"It'll be great! He knows I've been dying to go there! It'll be the best Valentine's Day EVER!" You ranted, in a frenzy. You words were coming out so fast your [accent] accent was leaking. You had really adapted to the nordic accents, and almost lost sight of your own, but every now and again, it'd come.

- - - -  Fast Forward - - - -

Where the hell was Mathias? He said he'd be here an hour ago. If he was any more late, the restaurant would close by the time they got there! It was worse enough you spent the entire day without him, but now he was showing you up!

You threw on your coat, boots and mitts, going out to find Mathias. If he was still at work, you'd help him finish up so you could at least spend some time together. "Be careful, [Name]. At this time the snowplows go through the streets!" Tino chirped, cheerfully waving bye to you.

"Yes, thank you. See you." You left the house, the moment you stepped outside, cold wind nipped at your skin and snow blurred your vision.

You were surprised when you saw a tall man wearing a black and red coat, he had blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. "Mathias!" You called, knowing it was him.

"Oh! Hey [Name]!!" Mathias replied, grinning ever so brightly.

"Why are you late?"

"I met up with some people! Me and one of my chums from work are going out later." Okay, he had to be drunk. He seriously couldn't have of forgot about the date he promised you.

"Aren't we going out tonight though?"

"Well, y-yeah, but I already promi-"

"You promised ME first, Kholer!" You spat, you were furious. You couldn't believe he would make plans when he already had plans with you, not to mention today was Valentine's Day. It was meant to be spent with your loved one, no? Guess Mathias loved his "chums" more then you. In a fit of rage, you stormed off, probably going to buy yourself some chocolates. Mathias grabbed your hand but you violently tugged your arm away, glaring at him.

You didn't look both ways; you crossed the street, suddenly being blinded by a bright light.

"[Name]!?"

CRASH!

A large snowplow had hit you.

It happened too fast for Mathias to handle. He felt his eyes water as your blood stained the snow below you; you were dead. You weren't moving and Mathias felt paralyzed; frozen in time. He'd run up to your dead body if his legs would move. If his bloody legs would do what they're told!

Mathias watched as the snowplow driver panicked, pulled out his phone and dialed 112. He clasped his hands over his eyes, ashamed of himself completely. If he had one more chance--just one more chance, he'd fix it.

He'd reject his stupid friends, you and him would go out on a beautiful and romantic dinner, he'd tell you he loved you and he'd kiss you, relishing your sweet soft lips.

"Damnit!" He cried, frantically rubbing his eyes. The wetness of his tears began to froze over in the blistering cold. "I'm sorry! Damnit! I'm so fucking sorry!"

Some Valentine's Day this was...