I have been creating a lot of SuFin stories and have neglected the awesomeness that is DenNor! So, I aim to fix that with this mythical tale! This story is based on the old legends of Selkies, seal shape shifting creatures that dwell in the waves of the sea. They are mythological creatures who, when stripped of their seal skin, turn in a human sought out for their beauty by fishermen for wives or husbands. This is the tale of a lone Selkie lord who is in search of a beautiful human maiden for his bride... I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! Reviews are always welcome!

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Nikolas tugged lightly at the crystalline clear thread that tossed and pulled against the currants of the freezing and rough waters of the Norwegian sea. The water rose and swallowed up at the rocks beneath his feet with grumbling rage. The young Norwegian of twenty two stared at the ravaged water that lapped up at his feet, relentlessly scraping against the huge granite rocks that he was perched on. The dull navy blue eyed man sighed and rested his head in his slightly chilled and pale hands, watching the water toss and swirl against the fishing line that was haphazardly slithering through the shallow waters of the foam. Nikolas closed his eyes softly, the wind ruffling up his hair in messy tuffs and waves.

He had been out here all morning, content to just stare at the roaring ocean that deafened his ears and chilled him to the bone. The young Norwegian had woken up early this morning to a freezing cold day, his feet skidding against the wooden floor of his tiny bed room, his body shaking in the icy air of the small two story cottage...A small two story empty cottage...

A few weeks ago, Nikolas's younger half brother had packed up his things and left the fishing village of Norway to go to college in Iceland's city capital of Reykjavik, leaving Nikolas all alone in the small fishing hut that his family owned since he and his brother were small little child.

Nikolas sighed with painful breath as he looked outward towards the ocean, the rising currants gliding and crashing against each other as if each wave was in a heated battle for dominance. Nikolas gripped his hands tighter against the homemade fishing pole of ash and willow and playfully tugged at the line, his lips parting to heave out a heavy sigh.

He was happy for his brother, he really was, but now that his little pale faced, wonder eyed sibling had left to get an education, it left Nikolas alone, all by his lonesome in a town two sizes to small. Nikolas had hardly anything to do to occupy his time. He had already went and done many things since his parents accidental death. After hearing the news six years ago that his parents had died in a car accident on their trip to Oslo, Nikolas had filled in the role of provider at the early age of sixteen.* He had taken care of and raised his brother, performed odd jobs to keep each other fed, kept the fishing business going and thriving, and even scrapped and saved enough money to graduate from college. But now...

He was the only one left, alone on the small little hut by the Norwegian sea, left to fish for herring and cod to sell at the small fishing market. Nikolas stared down at the swirling pools of water beneath him, the slithering sand dancing along against the rocks, chipping and drowning in the icy grip of the foamy ocean.

"There must be more to my life then selling molding fish..." Nikolas growled out irritably. Somewhere behind him a sea gull cried mournfully and swooped down to the waters edge to pluck out a small silver fish, the aquatic animal flailing wildly. Nikolas sighed wearily and lazily lulled the tip of the pole in the water, making off-set circles with the nimble wood against the pale mirrored surface of the currant.

But he wasn't completely alone, no... His cousin Tino and his Fiance lived close by, a few miles down to the left of the shoreline, in a small cozy cottage with their adopted son and small, six pound white dog. Nikolas would make it a habit to visit them often and it did wonders to ease his loneliness, but it wasn't nearly enough to entirely erase the Norwegians dejected attitude. He couldn't fight the sickening feeling of loneliness that wracked his body like the unforgiving sea. Perhaps he should just sell this place. Sell the small timber built fishing hut that was crowded with moss and rainy mud, sell the small cottage that was barricaded with too many painful memories, sell the thin outstretch of shoreline that had belonged to his family throughout the ages, perhaps even as long as the vikings times, when they used to pillaged and uproot the docile valleys and verdant hills of the sleepy village. Sell this old life, run away from it like he had never gotten a chance to.

He was sick of being tough, being the crutch, the dependable one. He was always afraid of letting all of his worries flood out, afraid to let the salty tears flow down at his small and shaking feet. He was afraid to always be the one that needed to hold things together, to keep everyone happy while sacrificing his own happiness. It was hard, and damned if it didn't hurt.

Nikolas paused and clutched his hand to his face, wiping his eyes with the heel of his palm, his nose wrinkling slightly from the cold. Nikolas stared downward at the rushing and curling water that drummed in his ears and mimicked his heart in its monstrous thudding and beating hissing noises. Nikolas's heart beat throbbed along with the water, along with the oceans cool and cleansing strength. The young man bowed his head down and did what he had wanted to do for so long. He bent his head to the water, wrapped his hands around his shaking body tightly, and cried.

The tears poured downward in a flurry of strength, relentless and stinging, they streaked his cheeks and dripped down into the chilled and frothing waters of the ocean, seven tears, each silvery clear, each reverently shed.

Nikolas sniffed and rubbed his already bright red nose, his dull navy blue eyes clouded and distraught. He frowned and wiped away the last of the tears, feeling silly and a bit babyish. But no matter what, it had felt good. Finally allowing himself to cry a bit, to chip some of the burden off, well, it made him feel fresher, newer, better. Nikolas sighed exhaustively before wedging his feet against a few scraggly rocks. The currant swirled and fed at the edged of his jeans, crawling up hungrily, leaving the material soaked. Nikolas sighed and pushed himself up off of the granite stone boulders, skidding his hands against the rough and calloused sand split surface of the stones.

Nikolas was about to pack up his small tackle box and hike his soaked feet up the small sand and saw grass laden path that led up to the stoney stairs of his cream and blue trimmed cottage when he felt the line of his fishing rod suddenly go taunt. Blinking in surprise, Nikolas turned back to the ash and willow pole that was safely nestled into the jagged cracks of some sandstone, sea water and bits of kelp dripping off of it in waves.

Nikolas quickly grabbed at the pole and gripped his fingers over the reel, pulling and winding it up, dragging the now quivering line upward. Nikolas struggled with the line, the weight from whatever was connected to it hulking and pushing against it. Nikolas bit his lip and steadied his feet securely on the ragged and slightly sharp platform of the stones and golden sand. He furrowed his brow and raised his arms to his head, dragging the shaking and bending fishing pole up with him.

A few seconds of struggle passed, the Norwegians grip still battling with the beast in the murky water that had happily took his bait, before Nikolas's eyes darted around to the sea. A few seals had lazily swam in from the sunken rocks in the ocean off to the coast to watch the pale haired, dull eyed boy fight against the monstrous fish that was no doubt chewing on the end of his fishing hook. Nikolas did not even dare to wipe the sweat from his brow, his hair dragging against his forehead from the uproarious wind that whip lashed and tugged at Nikolas's rigid body, his small cross hair clip doing absolutely nothing in holding his locks back.

A few seals, hulking, puddled in mass with doe full brown eyes that matched their thick and slippery coats waddled closer to the Norsemen. A huge one, with heavy whiskers dolloping his face, opened his mouth to let out a deep sound, almost like a laugh. Nikolas glared at the massive animal before pushing his feet backward, not wanting to loose his catch or fall off of the rocks. He made a clucking noise with his teeth and tongue, trying to hiss the seals away, knowing that they probably wanted a share of his catch.

The seals slapped at the water with their huge flipper-like-hands, their beady black eyes shining with oddity that looked like laughter. They were laughing at Nikolas.

The Norwegian growled and hiked up his sweatshirt sleeves, still keeping his hands on the fishing pole and reel. Nikolas gritted his teeth, and with a mighty yank of his arms, shoulders squared, feet planted, he threw all his weight up and pulled at the line.

The milky white of the fishing line strained against Nikolas's reel and the mouth of whatever had swallowed it. Nikolas grunted with frustration, his arms feeling as if they were being pulled out of their sockets. He tried to make a few more quick jabs with his hands, thrusting upward, but the beast underneath the murky and foamy water only bit back fiercely and swam in what felt like tight circles against the rocks between Nikolas's feet.

"Damn bastard..." Nikolas breathed out with hot and heavy breath. He licked his chapped lips and set his hands up, as if he was brandishing a sword with all his might. He was about to try to jab the line up again when he felt the beast underneath the water tug relentlessly in a flurry of strength on the line, surprising Nikolas. The Norwegian did his best to control the reel that was bending dangerously low, close to snapping in two from the pressure of the monster underneath the water. Yes, Nikolas was sure it was a monster that was spitting and spiraling underneath the water. It must be, no fish he had ever caught had fought him as much as this one! Nikolas gnashed his teeth together and watched with horror as the line was thrown forward from the gigantic beast's power, the edges of a brown and velvety tail sputtering in the shards of crashing waves. Nikolas's eyes widened as the great and ferocious beast gave one final smash of his tail before Nikolas felt his body being pulled into the thundering waves, his feet loosing balance and tumbling underneath him. A silent scream was torn from Nikolas's parted lips as his body was thrown into the mass of icy and frothing water, his body being devoured by the monstrous waves, and soon the beast. Nikolas shut his eyes tight and screamed against the water, his lungs burning painfully. This was it...it was all over...He was going to die...

Splash!

Nikolas was sputtering. He coughed loudly as he felt the weight of the water bore down on him like gripping hands pulling him down to the murky depths. Nikolas did his best to push up against anything, sand, stone, wood, anything to help him reach the surface. It was only when his body started to go limp from the numbing cold that Nikolas opened his eyes, the icy and salty water stinging against his frantic and rolling gaze. But suddenly, he felt someone or something dig their hands harshly into his waist and heave him up against the protest of the waves. Nikolas lulled his head back, his eyes shut painfully tight, lungs burning and frantically devouring any amount of air available.

But slowly, softly, Nikolas could feel the water around him calm and melt into stillness, the foamy and sickly smelling waves lightly washing over his arms and legs. Nikolas coughed and spit up a few mouthfuls of water, his head spinning, fingers achingly cold. He felt around and realized that he was laying onto of a bar of sand, the warmer and tangible sea water raking up and down his body in rolling waves. Nikolas cleared his throat painfully as he cracked open one of his eyes, his body feeling heavier than normal.

Nikolas flutterd his eye lashes against his cheeks, shivering slightly from the dampened water that drenched his body. He stared upwards, expecting to see the cloudy and milky grey of the sky overhead, gulls swooping with silver wings. What he did not expect, was to see the wide and bright grin of white sharp teeth. Nikolas's eyes blinked surprisingly before he raised his stunned eyes to look at the whole face that was attached to the grin.

His dull opaque gaze met with bright and stunning blue eyes that looked like the color of the brightest of sea glass, watery and brimming with warmth. Musty and wild golden hair frothed around the mans head and ears, muddied water of the sea dripped hurriedly down his cheeks and nose. Little wisps of sand clung on the smooth and masculine jawbones that connected to those pale grinning lips. Nikolas blinked before swallowing thickly. His savior was...Gorgeous.

"Ah...Th-thank you for saving me..." Nikolas breathed out with the smallest hints of damnable embarrassment, his breath still a bit shaky from the tumbling of the oceans power. He lightly tried to sit up only to notice that his body was being pinned down by the grinning males own muscular, taunt and naked body...Wait...?

Nikolas's eyes flashed with warning before he jutted his eyes over and across his saviors body. The males lower half was flush against Nikolas in a snugly embrace, the strangers arms leaning outward from Nikolas's waist, hands on either side of Norwegians face, one of the mans fists balled up into the wrappings of what looked like fur.

Nikolas blushed with embarrassment. He guessed that when the man had dove in the water to save him he must have lost his swimming trunks in the ripping and raging currant of the water... But... Nikolas paused and recoiled his body from the strangers. Nikolas didn't remember hearing a splash from someone plunging into the water to save him, he only heard the wild splashing of him being pulled in... Nikolas quickly looked over to the water combed with sharp and jagged rocks, the icy waves frothing at the mouth like some wild beast. No one would dare to swim in that water, not even with a wet suit. Something was wrong, very wrong...Nikolas could feel it.

Within a matter of seconds the young Norwegians eyes widened with full on panic. All he knew was that the situation didn't add up and that he should get the hell away from the naked man as soon as possible. Nikolas quickly shoved his body downward and to the side to try and escape the confines of the strange naked man who was still grinning like a maniac.

Nikolas shoved his hands up on the man's wet and slick chest, feeling the handsome strangers heart beat wildly against his slippery skin. Nikolas gritted his teeth and pushed up against the mans chest in an attempt to free himself from being pinned down. The man craned his head to the side, his lips frowning into a confused and sullen pout. Nikolas kicked his feet against the wet sand that seemed to be sucking him down before he was yanked back down and the grip of the mans hands on his wrists tightened, not harshly, but enough to make the skin of Nikolas's arms turn a bone white. Nikolas gritted his teeth and felt tears sting his eyes. The man suddenly paused and blinked quickly, water droplets falling from his eyelashes like crystals. Nikolas held his breath with fear and watched hesitantly as the man lowered his head against Nikolas's. The Norwegian didn't move an inch, afraid of what this man was capable of, of what he would do.

The man sighed with a lush whisper, parting his lips. The noise reminded Nikolas of when he was little and he used to press the smooth edges of sea shells to his ears to hear the ocean. This mans simple whisper was enough to reel Nikolas back and forth with emotions, his body straining against the mans powerfully built body.

Nikolas edged his eyes open and watched with sudden quietness as the man lightly caressed Nikolas's cheeks with his lips, the tingling of the mans breath similar to the sun shimmering on a tide pools surface. Nikolas made a small impish sound in the back of his throat, feeling his once spiteful resolve melt away with the water into the sand. Who was this man? Why did Nikolas feel so helpless in his presence? Nikolas did his best to strain his neck away from the mans lips, but before he knew it, the golden haired stranger had softly and sweetly kissed Nikolas's eyes, making the Norwegian blush heavily.

The man, humming low in his throat carefully kissed along Nikolas's eyes, licking at the salty tears that streaked and dotted the Norwegians flushed and angry red cheeks. Nikolas squirmed with confusion, his body twisting and doing its best to fight against the offending male. This felt weird, dangerous, wrong, and terribly...good...

Nikolas bit his lip harshly enough to draw blood before he shook his head and made a move to roll over and run the hell away from this pervert and potential rapist murderer. But before Nikolas could even move an inch, the man raised his head back and looked into Nikolas's eyes, the shattering blue orbs glinting with mischief and trouble. Nikolas swallowed harshly and opened his mouth to speak but was soon quieted by a pair of hungry and devoted lips.

Nikolas blinked madly as the stranger pushed his lips to his and began to feverishly smash them together, roughly and with purpose, with need. Nikolas made a small noise in the back of his throat that was soon swallowed by the naked strangers mouth in a desperate plead for more.

Nikolas squirmed and fought as best as he could, tossing his head back and forth, kicking his legs up and down, rolling his body side to side but still the stranger clung on until finally, just as Nikolas's lungs were about to starve from lack of air, the man released Nikolas's lips, his sharp teeth glinting in the clouded sunlight, his wild eyes laughing, and his grin as wide as ever. The man let go of the Norwegians wrists, his lips in a loose and smug smile.

Nikolas panted softly before his pale and sickly face turned the color of a roosters crown, red and angry, his eyes dangerously slitted, mouth in a tight scowl. Nikolas bit at the salty and arid air of the wind before he pulled his fist back and released it with a quick jab into the offending males nose. The man fell backwards into the shallow waves and clutched at his nose, blood dribbling downward in a steady stream that dyed the water around him a pale red. The males eyes widened with fright and shock. He looked down at his probably broken, or if not bruised nose and howled in pain, sinking into the icy waves of the water.

Nikolas took no hesitation as he propped himself up with his elbows and kicked up with his feet against the sand in an attempt to run to safety into the small cottage. He panted wildly and jerked his thumb into his soaking wet pants pocket and yanked out his slippery wet dark blue cell phone. He fumbled with it for a second before, still running like a mad dog, pressed the 'on' button on the small device. The screen remained a dull black. Nikolas hissed through his teeth with desperation before he hit the damn thing with his wrist, trying to get it to work. Still the screen stayed a mocking color, no hope of it ever awakening in time. Nikolas sighed with annoyance as the underlings of fear slowly began to constrict his throat.

The Norwegian quickly looked behind him, mindful that he might still be being chased. He looked back to the waves and saw the imprint in the sand from where he was held captive, but other than that the shoreline was empty save for a few seals lounging on a rock, making loud obnoxious sounds deep in their throat. Nikolas allowed himself to quiet his heart as he slowly turned back to making his way to the cottage, that is, until he bumped rather harshly into something wet and solid.

Nikolas landed achingly on his bum, his cell phone jerking from his hand, his elbows scrapping against pebbles and flakes of sand. Nikolas winced and squeezed his eyes tight, his palms stinging from the throw of the impact. He quickly shook his head to stop the damn dizzying sensation before he looked up with angry and irritable eyes at who or what had blocked his path.

His eyes immediately rolled into a sharp sapphire, wide and vulnerable. His body began shaking slightly, his hair dripping water from his now messy pale blonde hair. Nikolas felt the winds icy air being sucked into his throat as he stared into the eyes of who prevented him from reaching safety, sanctuary, shelter...

Standing proud and tall, hands at his sides clenched and tight, fingers woven into the scruff of some sort of animal pelt, stood the naked man. The water seemed to be the only tangible thing that glided across the strongly built males body. He had scratches of kelp matted into his hair, and a bit of sand had crawled up to his knees, but other than that he was bare, raw, naked. He didn't even seem to care as he grinned with dogmatic teeth, his chest puffed out like some wild burly seal trying to impress a potential mate.

A bit of watered down blood still slid down his nose and curled under his chin, but other than that he was perfect, handsome, and still very very very naked. Nikolas hesitantly blushed a bright red, edging away slightly from the stranger. Did the man have not an ounce of modesty? It was as if he was proudly and haughtily displaying himself to the scared and wide eyed Norwegian to gloat! Then, after a few tense seconds, the man, satisfied that he had gotten Nikolas's attention, darted his hands downward and heaved Nikolas up with a quick tug.

Nikolas yelped loudly before he regained his composure and growled, jerking his hands away, kicking up his soaked tennis shoes as he made a dash for the door, the glass door knob glittering, begging Nikolas to turn the knob to safety... But apparently fate had other plans.

As soon as Nikolas made a swerving movement and bucked his body forward, the taller blonde had snagged his long fingers into Nikolas's waist, pulling him back and jerking him up and over his shoulders. Nikolas breathed out windily as he landed on the broad shoulder of the strange man (potential rapist). He kicked madly and formed his shaking fingers into firsts, pounding them into the back of the persistent man with heavy blows. Naked or not, Nikolas was not going to just lay their like a sack of potatoes! He was going to fight damnit! Fight with his last breath!

The man paused in his long strides to gaze back at the wriggling Norwegian. Nikolas looked up and caught the mans laughing and cheery gaze and barred his teeth, snarling like a rabid dog.

"I'll call the cops on you! I'll scream 'rape'! I'll do it!" Nikolas shouted wildly, but the man simply chuckled and heaved the Norwegian to the edge of the shoreline where the grainy sand met in a sweet kiss with the ocean waves. Nikolas paled and felt the blood rush from his face. He had to get away, he had to punch the guy in the nose again and get the hell away from there!

"You're going to drown me?" Nikolas screamed, his voice hurting already from the stinging of the water still lodged in his throat. The golden haired man simply smiled brighter and, sinking into the water, slipped Nikolas from his shoulder to lull in the icy waves. Nikolas yelped as his body was smashed into the cold sea, his head dunking under the water for a mere second before he was propped up again, this time on the lap of the 'rapist'.

Nikolas screamed and kicked, trying to keep himself afloat as the stranger dragged him deeper into the currants of the sea, the waves ducking over his head spasmodically, the chill making Nikolas's brain numb and his teeth chatter. The man smiled happily before clutching Nikolas to him and kissing his deeply, sweetly, romantically. Nikolas fought against it and threw his head back and forth, like an angry horse, bent on escaping for dear life even if he got injured in the process. The man stopped the kiss reluctantly before he softly frowned, his eyes becoming a saddened deeper blue color. Nikolas furrowed his brow and stared at the man whose hands were wrapped securely against his waist, his gaze solemn and a bit hesitant. He turned his head behind him to gaze at the long stretch of sea, then back again to the dry land that housed Nikolas's cottage. He sighed and looked back to Nikolas, a sad smile wiped over his face. He hugged Nikolas tightly against the Norwegians protest and kissed his cheek lovingly, nuzzling it almost.

Suddenly, as spontaneous as the waves themselves, the man kicked his strong legs against the currant of the ocean and swam stealthily to shore, his body as smooth and graceful as a seal against the powerful crashing of the icy water. He ducked his head under the salty water and dragged an exhausted Nikolas back to the sandy beach, the Norwegians eyes heavily lidded, his breath coughing out in weak spurts, the cold numbing his body and making him shiver.

Once they beached themselves on the shore, the man stood and, still holding the velvety animal skin in his long fingers, hugged Nikolas to him by his waist. Nikolas sighed painfully as his body was pressed against something warm. He tossed his head up lazily and opened his eyes once more, feeling his blood sluggish and cold in his body, as if he was numb.

"Sorry..." A sheepish but still perfectly loud voice slowly seeped into Nikolas's ears like swimming raindrops. Nikolas groaned tiredly before pressing his head against the mans naked collar bone, too exhausted to care at this point.

"Wha-What were you thin...thinking?" Nikolas coughed out, water sliding past his lips, his clothes clinging to him like a second pair of skin. Nikolas made a low keening noise deep in his throat as the man sat down on the steps of the small cottage, his naked body collecting dirt and sand alike. The man sat the animal skin on his lap and placed Nikolas over it, wrapping his arms around the young boy. Nikolas weakly protested and tried to stand up to get into the cottage himself, still trying to escape this lunatic's grip.

It was a few tense seconds before the man finally spoke again, his voice sounding like the softest of streams padding lightly against wet sand. The man sighed. " I...I wasn't thinkin'. I just saw you crying and I became so worried that well, I guess I just kinda' snatched you up without thinkin'..."* The man murmured, his usually cheery grin replaced with a sullen pout. Nikolas squeezed his eyes tightly before looking back at other male that had so snugly cuddled up to him.

"What? I'm so...confused. Tell...Tell me who you are..." Nikolas growled out, pushing weakly against the males strong legs, trying to heave himself up and off the mans secure lap. The man suddenly grinned back again and sat up with a flurry of speed, holding Nikolas's body up, his wobbly legs jerking underneath him.

The stranger bent low to the ground, his nose almost touching the sand, before cupping Nikolas's hands in his nimble and stone cold fingers. Nikolas stared down at him with wide eyes, inching his body closer to the door knob, fiddling his elbow against the unlocked door frame, waiting for a chance to escape.

The golden haired man grinned wildly before kissing Nikolas's shaking hands with soft gentleness, sliding his cheek against Nikolas's wrist like some sort of animal. Nikolas blinked with shock, resisting the urge to flinch away from the mans feather like grip.

Then, quicker than it happened the man stood back up again, hands still clasped over Nikolas's, he grinned wide and triumphant, like a child that had just been given a toy.

Nikolas swallowed thickly, afraid of what would happen next.

"My name is Mathias, I traveled for seven long days from Danish waters, swimming deep in the currants of shark infested sea and surf, scavenging on whatever fish I could find, going without rest or sleep for days in order to fulfill my journey..." He gripped Nikolas's hands tighter, giving them a sudden squeeze. Nikolas's edged the tip of his wet and sand covered tennis shoe into the crack of the front door, lightly pushing it open just a bit.

"Oh? So then, what is your journey for?" Nikolas asked, his breath shaky and anxious, half of his left leg already tucked into the safety of the doorway. Mathias made a happy noise deep in his throat, blinking wondrously.

"I have ventured in from the monstrous waters, I have braved the storms of the ocean, and I'll not go back to the waves my bride, unless ya' come along with me..." Mathias smiled, barring his small canine fangs. Nikolas blinked, left dumbfounded for the merest of seconds before he performed the most logical action for this dire occasion...

He screamed like a frightened little girl, kicked Mathias in the groin hard enough to bleed, and tucked himself into the cottage, slamming the door behind him, leaving Mathias in a huddled mass next to the door, groaning deep in his throat.

"Was it somethin' I said?" Mathias called out in pain, his body rolling on the low cut porch.

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Oh Denmark, you idiot... Well, hope you guys like it so far!

Authors Notes:

-"After hearing the news six years ago that his parents had died in a car accident on thier trip to Oslo, Nikolas had filled in the role of provider at the early age of sixteen.*"- "Oslo" is the capitol of Norway.

-Selkies are seal shape shifting creatures that dwell in the waves of the sea. They are mythological creatures who, when stripped of their seal skin, turn in a human sought out for their beauty by fishermen for wives or husbands. When there skin is taken away from them and hidden, they cannot return back to the sea, back to their home.

-" I...I wasn't thinkin'. I just saw you crying and I became so worried that well, I guess I just kinda' snatched you up without thinkin'..."*- If a maiden wishes to make contact with a Selkie male, they have to go to the edges of the sea and shed seven tears into the sea.