Slenderfluid LethalDaydreamer
I know u never go on anymore but I thought you would like this gay piece of crap

So I was playing on doll makers and I ended up creating a sad gay nøkken
It's less of s character description and more of a tiny story

The Nokken and the Prince.

He couldn't fiddle to save his life. And he knew it. But for Prince Jerrik, it was his last hope. About to married off, he needed a reason to stay an independent Prince. To not marry a woman. He was weak, prone to colds, and while he was muscular, he had no time to show it, with his short stamina.
   
    He could not shoot. He could not fight. He could do nothing of use to the kingdom. But if he could entertain, if he could fiddle...

    It was a flawless plan, except for that little, first fact. He could not play any instrument, let alone a fiddle. But he could not, would not, be married to a woman.

    Desperate times counted for desperate measures. If he could not fiddle on his own, he would make his fiddle enchanted. But there was only one to do that. And that was to make an offering to the nøkken; the awful freshwater spirit of the pond.

   And so he trekked out, to the nearest pond a nøkken occupied. In his left hand he carried two bottles of brandy. In his right was his fiddle. In his pocket, a very small dagger. He was scared. But he was more scared of being bound to a future he didn't want.

    He imagined what he wanted his music to sound like. He wanted it to sound every bit melodic and graceful as the legendary music of the nøkkens. He imagined it vividly. In fact he could almost hear it...

    Yes, there it was! But he wasn't imagining it. His feet picked up pace, his body moved on its own. He found the pond, he dropped the items, he jumped in. He had to go in. He had to find the nøkken.

    The water came fast to his face. The music stopped, and he panicked. A figure appeared in the distance. Pushing aside water lillies, he flailed across the pond floor, out of the shallows, to the middle, where he knew the spirit was.

    Then he dropped into the water. He didn't know how to swim.

    Jerrik woke up, feeling wet, and cold. Something covered him. It felt... Plantlike. He opened his eyes, and he saw the shadowy figure from before. Except, he saw the nøkken clearly.

    The first thing he noticed were the dimly glowing eyes, glowing with a yellow green color, the color of the pond. They were sunken in, dark surrounding them, and had no pupils or irises. However, they looked curious of him. The second thing he noticed was his skin. It was white, ghostly grey and had peculiar lines all over it, matching his pure white hair. Like an old birch tree. And the last thing he noticed... Was that he wore no clothes. His eyes darted back up to the nøkken's, feeling himself blush.

    "What is your purpose here." The handsome creature asked. His voice was not as scary as legends told. It was a little raspy, like he had been coughing, but it was very calm and soothing.

     "You give me an offering, and then attempt to drown yourself. So, you have my attention. Tell me why you are here."

    Jerrik couldn't breathe, or think. He was sitting on a cluster of water lillies,  with a handsome, deadly creature's attention focused on him. But after a few moments of staring into the nokken's calm eyes, he was able to spoke.

    "I meant to give you an offering, so you could tune my fiddle. That way, I won't have to marry, and have my life controlled. I want to write my own story. I don't want to be a king. And...and..."

    The nokken's eyes softened. "And you were so desperate to find me that you fell in?"

    "Yeah. I guess i messed up the whole process, huh?"

    "I won't try to sugar coat it. You did indeed 'mess up'. You are in a parallell, where i am supposed to have your soul, and help you. Now, it is up to you to strike a deal with me that will fill both sides. And, I'm afraid you aren't allowed to leave."

    "Oh... Alright..."

    Jerrik thought for a long time, his brain baffled. After what felt like hours, he turned to the eternally patient freshwater spirit, who sat crosslegged on the water. He had decided to take a break from thinking.

    "What is your name? I want to know while I take a break from thinking."

    The nokken tilted his head, the look of curuiousity rising again. "They call me the Elder Nokken."

    "Oh, that's a cool title! Are you, something like the leader of the nokken?"

    "No, and that's a good thing. Nokkens hate each other, because they threaten food and territory. I am no exception. I am called this, because, as far as I or anyone else knows, I am the oldest living nokken."

   "Woah... Wait, i think I have an idea! I'm not sure if it will work."Jerrik was excited to tell him, pleased at finally thinking of something. "Maybe you can have my soul and all, but, uh... not eat it? Or whatever you do? Have my soul, as in take it from body and keep it alive, so I stay alive!"

    "That is a grand idea, and could work, but it is not enough. I need your body and soul, somehow."

        Jerrik blushed for a single moment, unwanted thoughts popping into his head. "I can live here! That way, you have my body most of the time, and I lose the stupid prince title! Will that work?"He asked.

    The nokken looked at him. He was muscular and mysterious, and the thought of spending so much time around him made Jerrik excited. What would his bully older brother say? No more bullying from you, brother!

    "Almost. Let me provide the last part. We will need to be bonded for that idea to work, so that when you leave, it does not break the deal." The Elder nokken's cheeks were dark, and Jerrik wondered what it meant.

    "Bonded? Like how?"He asked curiously, but the elder nokken turned away from him.

    "We can worry about the offcial bonding later. For now, wearing a water lily from my pond on your person will be good enough."

    "Oh! Heh, this is so amazing, and exciting! Wait, I almost forgot! You'll make my fiddle play nicely, right?"

    The nokken smiled. From his point, he saw an excited human being. He already felt fond of him. He did not want to damage this one. Not too much, anyway. Humans always fascinated him, and here was one, babbling on so excitedly. He wanted to protect him. He desired for the little prince to truly belong to him.

"Oh yes! I'm Jerrik! It'll be a big adventure to be living here, especially with you! And--"Elder gently pressed a hand to his mouth.

    "You need to sleep."He said, smiling affectionately at him. The human's cheeks reddened; how cute. "I will make you sleep, if you will let me, and when you wake, your fiddle will play like no other, except mine." 

    The human; Jerrik, nodded. The Elder Nokken drew him into into his arms, and lay in the water. Humans could not breath under water... He supposed he would have to deal with being half dry in the morning. His enchantment's already worked on the little prince, and Jerrik was asleep. The nokke, however, who couldnt sleep, took out his fiddle, and, the prince still laying on him, began to play his song again. He hadn't eaten that night, after all.

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    When Jerrik woke, he was on the shore, covered in a blanket covered from moss. His clothes were dry, and his fiddle lay beside him. He stood, knowing what happened. He tried to find the Elder Nokken, to no avail. And suddenly, arms looped around his waist. But as fast as they came, they were gone. Looking at his waist, after looking for the creature, he found a loop of water lily vines, twined around his waist like a belt. A single white water lily stood out brightly on the side.

    He smiled, his cheeks a bit pink, and he headed into town.

    As he went in, people stared. There was the prince, who disapeared last night. And now he was back; but he was back with a water lily belt. They knew he had been to see the nokken. That much was obvious. But the questions were why and how he was alive, if he had stolen it, and what exactly he was doing now. The king, his father, went to meet him.

    "Where have you been?"The king asked, in a threatening voice.

    Jerrik pulled up his fiddle. "Earning a future. You said that if I was good at anything else, then I could stay alone, unchained to some monarch. And now, I have it."

    The King laughed, but it stopped, as he played. The song played over the people, and it dazed them all. Their eyes glowed familarily, and, as he played, he saw the nokkan in the crowd, smiling at him. He mouthed the word, 'stop', and Jerrik did. The trance disapeared, and the town looked at him in shock.

    "I have made a deal with the nokken. And now, I will leave you, for today. Tommorrow, I come for my belongings." He walked back into the woods.

    The king made to follow him, but a creature landed in front of him. Towering over him, spreading fog throughout the town, was the nokken.

    "Let me explain this to you fully. The prince now belongs to me. He will live with me, eat with me, and, in more ways than one, sleep with me."

    The king's face reddened in anger. But, he did not dare to move.

    "If you are to harm him, or make him feel he is being harmed, then I will appear imeedietly to assess the damage, and decide how to kill you for damaging my prized possession. So, respect him when he does come into the kingdom." He smiled at them sinisterly, his eyes glowing in a way that was not comforting. Humans that hurt the youth irritated him.

    And, as he walked away, the fog lifted, in more ways than one. The kingdom was left gaping. But there was nothing they could do.