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]

Once the chore was done, Berwald kept walking, right to the lake where he fell in face first, pausing just long enough to shed his clothes and boots. He wanted to be much cleaner than he was at the moment and there was a small bucket of soft lye soap hanging from a wooden peg. He helped himself liberally to the pasty soap and scrubbed everything in the cold lake water, then marched his naked, wet ass directly into the sauna because every muscle in his entire body was on FIRE and he needed heat... NOW.

As far as he was concerned, he was DONE with boars. He had killed and carried them back, someone else could cut them up and cook them.

He also hoped his husband/Man!wife would take pity on his poor sorry ass and bring him anything to nibble on, preferably something as large as an elephant, then beat his back to death with hard fists.

Tino was deceptively strong and Berwald could use those mean, brutal hands on some major kinks pronto.

His old leg injury was twinging a bit too, The bear was not happy currently. Well happy in the sense he was prideful of a job well done, just unhappy about aches and general pains.

Maybe Siguard could brew a witchy faerie potion that resembled something like Tylenol, or better yet, A Narcotic to to knock him into not hurting *AND* not giving a shit.

On the way to the lake, Berwald had Spied Eeva and a man in a butcher's apron and a large, massively huge, silver meat grinder clamped onto a sturdy table.

Berwald knew as he fired up hot stones, Gilbert was going to probably dry hump a meat grinder. It mean he could make his precious wurst later.