Caging the Beast

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald stripped naked, hanging his clothes on a tree branch and jumped right into the mountain water fed river. It was freezing cold. Just like he felt inside at the moment. He used sand from the bottom of the river to scrub his skin RAW. He wanted to just wash away all that pain, all the memories, all the part of his nature he hated

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[tino_suomi]

"Shh, shh." The Finn soothed, with a gentle, happy smile across his face as Berwald cradled his head against the smaller man's shoulders. Long, thin fingers caressed the back of the Swede's head and Tino began a subtle rocking motion of his body, holding Berwald in it and rocking him as well. "Shh, if it's hard to speak don't. I know what you mean to say. I've known it weeks and months now. Shh. I'm so glad you like the ring. I know it's tarnished, and even the gold flowers look old and faded, but it was an old ring when Mummi bought it. She wouldn't let Ukki buy his own wedding band, and so she scrimped and saved doing odd jobs for people so she could save up enough money to buy this old ring. Mummi had poor-person pride. The engagement ring Ukki had gotten her was so expensive that she couldn't bear the idea of him paying for his own. She bought this for him... she knew it had to be because the first flowers he gave her when they were courting was a handful of buttercups he'd picked on the way over to her house. That's why Mummi loves them so much... which is why I like them... which is why you call me Buttercup. Oh Bear, I'm so glad you like the ring." His small smile broke into a contained grin, his straight white teeth, though, still being outshined by Tino's love filled misty eyes as the showcase of the Finn's face. "Whenever you see the ring, you'll remember what you've married into. You got me, and a father in law and a mother in law and a crazy grandmother who thinks the world of you, and an even crazier aunt who will probably knit you lime green things to where and a cousin who will torment us for the rest of our union..." Here he paused to breath, "And you will be so loved, from now until forever." He was crying now too, the weight of their union (such a happy weight!) was crushing down on their lungs and making it hard to do anything but release a few sobbing utterances of each other's names as they laid back down into the furs and warmth of their little historical bed and simply held each other... trapped in this heartbreakingly beautiful moment.

Tino felt such immense pride. He'd done it. He'd slipped a ring on the Swede's finger and now they had equal footing with each other.

[berwaldsverige]

"What did I do to deserve you?" Berwald mumbled softly as he held Tino close under the covers.

"You're everything I have ever wished for." He added in a soft whisper nuzzling against Tino's neck.

Dropping sweet, tender kisses wherever his lips touched.

He was emotionally drained. He had not expected this, not at all.

All he could do was draw Tino as close to him as he could, cocooning them in blankets and body heat. He was not getting out of this bed and not letting Tino move either until he absolutely had to let go.

He could feel Tino getting warm and drowsy. He was always so quick to get sleepy after he came. Sex could wait until later, holding Tino while he napped was just as good. This wouldn't be the first time and he was sure it wouldn't be the last that they both didn't reach the finish line. Berwald didn't care right now, he as basking in love.

[tino_suomi]

"Didn't have to do a thing." Tino hummed, nodding off in the warmth of his afterglow and of Berwald's arms. "Only had to be you. Thanks for being my creepy stalker friend, I liked the cookies, but you're an even better gift than a signolla." He purred. "Or even Moomin left handed scissors... even if I still use those all the time still..." He was petering out, sleep was going to over come him, but it meant little. They would cuddle together, maybe nap for a while, and revisit the more physical side of their relationship after the finn had rested and regrouped and the Swede had an opportunity to sleep of his feeling of emotional overwhelming.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald curled around his treasure, set his glasses once more on the wall ledge above their bed and lay there by the light of the fire, a warm ring resting perfectly on his finger and a sleepy, beautiful, blond angel in his arms.

"Du är oändligt värdefull för mig. Jag vet att du hängde månen och stjärnorna bara för mig, Smörblomma." Berwald murmered hardly louder than the crackling of the pine in the hearth. Shutting his eyes and thanking the fates of fortune who granted him such a miracle in his life in the form of Tino Vainamoinen.

(You are infinitely precious to me. I know you hung the moon and the stars just for me, Buttercup.)

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[tino_suomi]

Tino released barely more than a hum to indicate he acknowledged that what his lover had said to him was a Sweet-Nuthing before he lapsed into the realm of hazy, afterglow fed sleep; welcoming Berwald to join him in tender dream land.

He had such a nice content dream too. Of a nice home, of children, of managing a family all with the help of his big, compassionate lover. It was an amazing dream. But not one that he had any massive amounts of regrets when he finally cracked his eyes open to find himself wrapped in fur and troll and he was warm and comfy and loved. He felt amazing. Light as a feather as though the light produced by joy could glow through his skin.

"I love you bear." He murmured, kissing the sleeping figure on the cheek.