Norway x Huldra!Reader - Dance with me

The blonde bent down to wash the blood off his hands, the cold water stinging the cuts he had received chasing an elk through the brush.
Prey was scarce around here now. He looked around, and sighed. He had ran away to the sea, and when came home after several years, his family was gone, and the land seemed dead.
That elk had been the biggest game he had seen in weeks, even though it's ribs were visible under it's dirty hide.
He grimaced as his stomach growled.
The hooting of an owl drew his gaze upwards. The snowy owl cocked it's head at him, it's eyes questioning him.
Lukas dried his hands on his cloak, and sat back against a rock.

"Should I kill you, or should I not? It would be nice to die in this wasteland with a little something in my stomach, I guess, but owls are supposed to mystical, aren't they? Why don't you save your skin and get me something to eat?" he muttered, laughing lightly.

The owl ruffled it's wings and turned it's head the other way, before flying off. The blonde looked down at the sword at his belt, stroking the long, silver blade.

Maybe someone would find it next to his skeleton, in a few hundred years. Wing-beats drew his thoughts away from death and to the returning owl, who sat at the top of the boulder. And then it's yarped pellet landed on his face.

"Y-you!" Lukas wiped it off in disgust, leaping up and drawing his sword. The owl hooted and flew off. "You puking coward! Get back here and let me kill you!" he yelled, running after it.

The blonde's boots scraped against rocks and grass was flattened as he ran, the owl flying head level seven feet in front of him.
He could only imagine what it's roasted flesh would taste like, feel like in his belly.

The owl burst through the trees into a misty clearing, leading the blond to the middle before he flew upwards, fading away into the twilight sky.

"Are you lost?"

A voice caught his attention, drawing his eyes to her face. Her (e/c) eyes danced with an ethereal fire, and her lip curved upwards. She rocked on her toes, cocking her head like the owl had done.

"Do I need to repeat the question?"

He shook his head, gaining control of himself.

"N-no, you don't."

The woman put her hands behind her back, leaning forward with a happy smile.

"Sooo, what's your answer?"

"I'm not lost. I was just chasing my dinner."

She held out an arm up to the sky.

"You mean Bestefar?"

The owl landed on her arm, and the blond could've sworn it wore a smirk.
The woman stroked it's feathers and then put her finger to her lips, as if she'd just had an epiphany.

"I know. Let's play a game, hunter! If you dance with me, I'll make sure you won't go hungry. Deal?"

"Why should I trust you?"

The woman rolled her head and her tail flicked.
Wait.
Her tail flicked?
Lukas could see it, shaped like a cow's tail, with a tuft of hair the same color as the what was on her head.
Huldra.
Dammit.

"You can trust me because I keep my word. Just be nice and don't step on my feet."

He took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I will dance with you-"

"Good!"

"But first, I'd like to tell you that your petticoat is sticking out from your dress, miss."

A look of surprise entered her eyes, and she looked down to where her tail was flicking.
Her face changed from anger to pleasantness to anger and then back again in a matter of seconds.

"What do you know? A polite hunter for once."

She took a step forward.

"You don't fear me, do you?"

"A little."

She giggled at his response, biting her lip. She outstretched her arms.

"Come. Dance with me."

He grabbed a hold of her hand hesitantly and wrapped an arm around her waist, being careful not to touch her hollow back.

"What a gentleman." she commented.

"I would like to eat, after all."

She twirled around and he caught her, their faces close. She smiled.

"Maybe I should keep you, hunter. You're cute." She touched his nose lightly.

"What's your name?"

She smiled and ran a hand threw his hair walking around him.

"______. What is yours? I don't want to call you hunter forever."

He didn't want to, but he felt the answer being drawn from his lungs to his mouth to her ears.

"Lukas."

"Lukas..." she curled his name on her tongue, tasting it.

"It's a nice name, hunter. I think I'll keep you after all."

The blond let her go, jumping backwards.

"Wha.."

She grabbed the back of his head, and slammed her lips on his, allowing no escape.

"Mmph!"

Lukas struggled as he tried to breathe, but when his senses were filled with her, taste, touch, sight, smell. She pulled away, a line of saliva connecting their mouth. She bent over and whispered in his ear.

"You're mine now, Lukas."

He didn't say anything, just stared at her, blue eyes wide with fear and shock.
______ stroked his face.

"Don't worry, hunter. You'll have plenty to eat."