A Hunting I Will Go...

[mathias_danmark]

"A hunting I will go, hi-ho the dairy-oh a hunting I will go." Mads sang in the brisk morning air as he approached Tino and Berwald's hut and banged obnoxiously on the door. "WAKE UP SVENK, Short-Stuff! Today we bring back food for squaws and little braves."

Tino's groggy voice could be heard from within. "You better be calling me Little Brave

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[berwaldsverige]

Berwald chuckled as he sat up and put his glasses on. "Can you put an arrow in his ass anyway? I promise to back you up when you say you missed and it was an accident." Berwald added as he did a quick wash with cold water, a rub of his now very furry chin and pulling on some hunting garb and grabbing some of the spears he had made the day before.

[tino_suomi]

"Nooo, Siguard would PROBABLY be mad." Tino said, more fearful of Siguard's wrath than Mads'. He followed behind Berwald, taking his turn at each cleaning station. "Should I bring my bow and arrows?"

[berwaldsverige]

"Yes you should. We are hunting. You might get an Elk or a Deer, Shoot though the eye, goes right through to the brain. Instantly killed with no suffering that way. But you probably already knew that mister Sharp Shooter." Berwald said tossing Tino his warm tunic.

"Just don't mistake Me for an animal, even if I look like a Grizzly Bear with all this face fur."

[tino_suomi]

"You face fluff is all white-ish." He purred, scratching at his love's chin. "I know full well it's you. And yes, actually, I did know to aim for the eyes. Nothing bothers me more than to be watching a movie where someone downs a large animal by shooting it in the torso. Maybe that would work on a squirrel or a bunny rabbit, but an elk? They're going to run for miles with that hanging out of them before they bleed to death and I am not interested in tracking something that far, especially something I can't carry back. And you make sure to tell Mads about the eyes. Sure, he can't aim for the eyes as easily with the spear, but give me my shot first and even if my aim is a little off (and it never is) it'll be blinded and in sever pain and I will need on of you spear holders to please kill it and put it out of its misery. I'm a killer, but I'm a bleeding heart too... I can't have my victim suffering

[berwaldsverige]

"Yeah, my beard is almost albino white. I'm gray beard to Mads' Red. Just a couple of viking pirates." Berwald chuckled as he finished pulling on his boots.

"I think he already knows how to make a kill shot but I'll remind him. Let's grab some breakfast before we head out, I don't want our rumbling bellies to scare away the game." Berwald said holding the door open of their hut for Tino to pass through.

[tino_suomi]

"That's fine by me. I can smell Eeva's handiwork all the way here. I'm hungry already." He cooed, sniffing the air and taking inventory of the smells as soon as he exited the hut. Oh yes. Eeva knew how to throw out a spread with some help from Siguard.

"Voi Luoja, I'm drooling. We got by on very little to eat last night, if you think about it." Tino said, reminding Berwald of their night of marathon sex. "I think we're going to have to make up for it now." He winked.

[berwaldsverige]

"If you get me thinking about it, we're not getting anything done today either." Berwald grinned slapping Tino's behind playfully as he followed his nose to food.

"I smell bacon. Someone took pity on me!" Berwald teased himself as he entered the long house where breakfast was cooking.

[tino_suomi]

"Horny trolls have to eat sometime too!" Tino laughed out a weak-protest after getting swatted on the behind.

"Oh my god bacon, Siguard's just going to starve to death. So much meaty goodness and he's probably eating leaves or something my god he needs to go fishing today or he'll just blow away in a wind storm." Tino gently teased Siguard. The Norwegian was naturally very thin and probably at no point in his life was he ever as soft as Tino. Siguard was far from being skeletal, but he was naturally boney looking.

[berwaldsverige]

"I see the big cauldron bubbling away on the fire, I'm positive Siguard is feeding himself adequately. He adapts well with the rest of us carnivores." Berwald joked as he headed toward the food with a rumbling tummy.

"Who's cooking this morning and who do I have to bribe to get at the bacon?" Berwald announced into the room looking around to see who was the master of kitchen ceremonies this morning.

[siguard_norge]

"The dead animal is courtesy of her." Siguard indicated Eeva, who was plopping eggs and bacon into trenchers in a way that was hodge podge and probably not the epitome of culinary art. It was egg and bacon SLOP... and it smelled like heaven.

Eeva just winked at Siguard to make fun of the grazer before setting trenchers down in front of some of the others already gathered there, namely Linus and Mads (who seemed to have satisfied himself with pestering Eduard and Gilbert already and was in the mood for food.)

"If anyone would like porridge with their bacon and eggs you're free to indulge in what I have made as well." The Norwegian added, knowing that at least Tino would probably join him. Not for any lack of love for bacon and eggs, but fondness for porridge.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald loved porridge too and helped himself to a healthy bowlful before he sat at the Trencher Eeva placed in front of him... with twice the amount of bacon and eggs on it that the others.

"You know me too well already Eeva. Tack beautiful." Berwald said kissing her cheek sweetly with a smile in thanks to his "cousin-in-law".

[i_got_5_meters]

If Mads wasn't sitting on the opposite side of Eduard, he and Gilbert would probably have been messing around with one another and roughhousing even more than they already were. As it happened the two were merely slinging their usual barrage of insults at one another and and sneaking in a few smacks or jabs here and there. Poor Eduard was caught in the middle and trying in vain to be the voice of reason, so when Siguard made the offer of porridge, the trapped Estonian grabbed his trencher and fled in the direction of the cauldron

[siguard_norge]

Siguard blinked over at his spouse, the reddish-blond facial hair having already consumed the Dane's face... no where near as thickly as Berwald's face-thicket, but certainly better than the patchy fuzz on Gilbert's face. Linus was surprising everyone, he had the second manliest beard of the bunch. Siguard placed a palm on his own cheek... completely hairless. He never really shaved. He knew Tino scrapped the thin little fluff off his face every few weeks... but Siguard had never really shaved with any real seriousness in his life... damn hyper present feminine forces from Titania running through his veins

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald's eyes twinkled as Eeva scurried about and he turned to Linus. "It must be a Swedish thing. Growing manly beards by just being in fresh air." Berwald chuckled, elbowing Linus in the ribs jovially.

"Unlike Pathetic German Peach Fuzzers and RED DANES!" Berwald teased louder waggling his eyebrows, provoking Mads for the Rude awakening this morning.

[darth_eduard]

"Hey! Screw you, Schwede!" Gilbert retorted, feeling around his chin at the scant bit of white fuzz. "It's better than looking like a caveman!" At that he tore off a soggy chunk from his trencher and flicked it over at Berwald.

Looking around at the varying stages of beard growth on nearly everyone present, Eduard felt at his own chin. While he was usually unable to grow anything short of the barest hint of light blond fuzz he still felt the need to maintain a good, close, shave. He happened to be fairly particular when it came to personal hygiene which drove him to sneak off to the smithy the day before and fashion himself a small shaving razor. It's not like there was much to shave off anyway, but he felt considerably better with a clean, smooth face.

Looking over at his boyfriend's ridiculous morning antics, Eduard's face warmed with a smile he didn't even realize he had. "Jaa, idiots. They certainly are that." He agreed, savouring another another taste of oatmeal. "But it is well worth it as well."

[mathias_danmark]

Eeva took this time to interject. "No food throwing." She scolded, taking an unused wooden spoon and bopping both Mads and Gilbert (the primary offenders) on the head with it. "Don't waste food like that, we're living simply during this vacation and we will NOT be wasting food, especially food other people prepared for you. Have I made myself clear?" She questioned with a glower, her face looking like an exact mirror of Tino's when he was huffy, as she patted the bowl of the spoon against an open palm