Thicker than Water

[mathias_danmark]

The argument had been muffled by the hut-door for some time yet. “Slipp på meg!” The door was wrenched open with an emotive shriek, carrying through the air with the sharpness of a mother eagle’s call at seeing a predator inspecting her nest. “La gå!” Struggling, grunting, fumbling.

“Siguard, stop det! Du kan ikke gøre det! Kom tilbage her!” Danish

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[berwaldsverige]

"I don't have fat sausage fingers Rovhal! I'm 6'5 I should have girly sized hands like yours shorty?" Berwald teased. "Yes that picture is his Ukki. I would have loved to have met him, Mummi says Tino is a lot like him in his demeanor. One minute a jolly Santa, the next, well I think he gets the mouth that knows every swear word in every language from his Mummi actually." Berwald laughed as he turned into the parking lot of Mecca.... er... the large box store made of all things found in what is Carpenter heaven.

"And no, Just cuddle him. I know damn well behind closed doors or when he thinks Tino and I aren't looking he's snuggled up against you. He needs you a whole lot more than you need him. Despite what he says. Sure You have your manic moments, but he's so bottled up with repressed emotions he's an atom bomb about to go off. You're his Rock in this storm he pretends isn't brewing under that surface. I also know you're full of shit. You just planned on a snuggle anyway. But get the WD40 anyway." Berwald turned to wink at Mads as he parked.

"Now then my Viking partner in Crime. Shall we pillage this Finnish village of all things Wood and Metal and completely rape the poor unsuspecting power tool section?"

[tino_suomi]

Mads didn't have time to dwell introspectively on all those deep thoughts, though they were scribbled down in his mental log book. Instead he could not contain the loud and boisterous "JA!" That rang out through his chest and throat. After it had come out he noticed someone staring. Well, okay, he had been rather loud, enough to draw the attention of the passers-by who were probably trying to mind their own business without being auditorially accosted by the smaller and more petulant of two raiding Vikings at their home improvement store. He put on a 'oh what are you looking at?' expression for half a minute before letting it go and following the Swede towards the store. "We're going to need a couple trollies."

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald made straight for one of the huge flat carts made for huge purchases that just won't fit in traditional trollies. "Two of these. Trollies will be nowhere big enough. We'll have to rent a pick-up or box delivery truck from the rental desk here to cart this stuff back to the house so we don't ruin the rental van. I presume you can handle that task? Rent it just overnight. We can unload quick tonight then drop it off on the way to the airport tomorrow. You will find me, drooling in euphoria in the hardware section where all the lovely power tools are... probably wanking. You have been warned." Berwald said giving Mads his first task while Berwald headed toward Aisle 25, Hardware a.k.a. "Heaven on Earth".

[tino_suomi]

"Lumber and driving a truck, oh my god my hill billy blood hath been ignited! Jesus I'm even wearing red plaid and bearded, I look like a viking lumber jack and I really do not give a shit. Ja, I'll take care of lumber. Wait, you want to work with 2x4 or 2x6?" Mads asked, well, no, bellowed in the direction of the Swede. They had to work together somewhat.

[berwaldsverige]

"AMATUER! 2x6 of course! I want it to outlast OUR offspring! Just rent the truck and meet me in tools. We'll drool over the wood after the tools Rovhal!" Berwald hollered back as he ventured to aisle 25.

[mathias_danmark]

Mads shot his larger brother in all but blood a vulgar Scandinavian hand-sign, without any real venom in it, before meandering off to the rental truck. He was rather a sight to behold, hence the startled face of the woman at the rental desk. She didn't speak English very well, and he only spoke Danish and English, so it was slow going, and required that they both be patient. But he turned on his old heterosexual charms to help make her feel comfortable. After a good 20 minutes they'd sorted everything out and he had the receipt (in Finnish, thank god the Svenk could read it) as he made for the tools.

"You're a dick, I almost feel like you did that on purpose. We nearly had to play charades to figure out the rental truck, but I managed. See, not a complete dumbass." He preened, handing the ticket over to the Swede. "So what have we looked at over here so far?"

[berwaldsverige]

"Of course I did it on purpose. Congratulations on being only a partial dumbass." Berwald teased as he pointed to an already over-flowing pallet cart mostly covered in a glorious brand new, top of the line Table saw, one massive tool chest and enough tools that probably would equate justified pre-mature ejaculation in the pants for most men. Mostly Husqvarna brand. Good, solid, durable, VIKING (and Swedish) tools naturally.

As Berwald indicated Mads should help him heft the rest of the heavy duty tools onto Mads' empty cart. "Hey, did you notice the house across the street from Tino's parent's house is for sale? Tino always said he loved that house and it has it's own private beach on the lake and a tree he always wanted a swing on in the yard byt the neighbors were assholes. I'm going to buy him that house for Christmas. That way he's always close to his family after we're married and move back here after college. Want to check it out with me? Once we get Erik home Tino will be so busy being motherly over Siguard and Erik with his Mama and Mummi we can sneak off and meet the Realtor across the street. It's got more square footage than our house on the island. So you three can come with us for Christmas from now on. We'll have a house here too. What do you think?" Berwald bounced the idea off Mads' head as they headed toward the glorious smell of all things NORWEGIAN PINE and wonderful.

[mathias_danmark]

Mads was salivating at the image of glorious building equipment, but contained himself long enough to hear Berwald's proposals. "I think you should, then, trold-bror." He leered. It was a fabulous plot. "We won't tell him though, keep this a brilliant secret. Aw hell, you know what we can do? When we tell'em we can staple a gigantic ribbon around it, big obnoxious, enough to probably get our fool asses in the local news. It'd be bloody brilliant, would!"

[berwaldsverige]

"You, Erik and Siguard would have to come out a day or two ahead of us then to pull off the ribbon and don't forget a shit ton of colorful Christmas lights all over the place. You know Tino loves as many lights as he can get strung up everywhere." Berwald grinned as the inspected wood as two men very knowledgeable about their craft and if the wood was not up to their very high standards it went back in the pile. When they did a project, they did it right damn it.

"We'll need about three gallons of Red paint and a gallon of white for the trim so we can paint this shed the same color as the house." Berwald mentioned offhanded, his hand running down a 2x6 to check for flaws in the grain.

"You and I will have to be sneaky again and buy furniture for the place from catalogs and coordinate with Mummi and Tiina so they can make sure they are there for delivery. You, Siguard and Erik can "hide-out" in the new house to maintain the "surprise" and then when we walk him across the street for his present on Christmas Eve, the three of you can be part of it too and shout "Surprise". We'll make him cry. It's going to be hard to top this past Christmas. But damn it, I'm going to try." Berwald grinned as another plank was added to the growing pile.

"This all hinges however on what it's like inside. It might be a piece of crap that we'd have to gut and remodel over the summer. That is if you plan on spending it with us too. We've sort of become this odd family haven't we?" Berwald asked just assuming they were always going to be 'family' now even if they didn't always live together after college graduation, their lives were rather all connected now in bonds stronger than blood.

[mathias_danmark]

"This summer? Yeah I plan on staying close to you lot if I can. When you go out to camp with your family though I expect we'll be staying in Denmark. I was hoping that we could head there first after graduation. There's some birthday partying and early summer viking events that we should check out. I mean, I know we just got done living it like Vikings so I'm a little old-worlded out, but come June? Fuck it I'll be all over that shit again. That and I should probably air out the house in Denmark." He said as he started thumbing through paint cards. "Jesus christ, how many shades of white are there?"

[berwaldsverige]

"Stopping off in Denmark sounds fun. I am the School's hammer tossing champion eight years running. It'll be great tossing around proper ones." Berwald chuckled. Then looked serious a moment. "Listen, I'm all for celebrating your birthday, but I really, really, REALLY hate mine. Can you please make sure Tino doesn't try to do something silly like get a cake or anything? I don't think he quite understands I don't see it as my birthday, there is nothing happy about that day for me, I see it as the anniversary of the day my Mother died. He gets so excited but I really want him distracted so he forgets. It was easier with my Fader, he never remembered Christmas for me let alone my birthday. Tino won't be as disinterested on June 6th." Berwald said solemnly before he went back to inspecting wood again.

[mathias_danmark]

"Fuck it, we'll go with the shade called Gilbert Beilschmit-white." He mumbled while Berwald went into his own comments. "Yeah, I suppose I understand. That would suck a lot, we'll just have to try and keep him distracted. If he's distracted with other things he may just forget, or we'll just have cake on my birthday and call that birthday cake for the week." He knew Tino to be an enthusiast who had a hard time letting things like that go. The little crazy wanted to bring some kind of happiness to Berwald on a day that he intrinsically found to be sad.

[berwaldsverige]

"Any white will do, Get the Santa Red for the walls. That's the color of the house. I think that's where Tino get's his loving to be Santa. He lives in Santa's house. Hey, while were at it, let's build Tino's Papa a work bench in the new shed. If anything I'll use to to fix things. I seem to be the newly appointed Vainamoinen "handy-Man" pro-bono." Berwald said as he pulled a red sample to hand to Mads to go get the paint and brushes while he pulled down a pair of painting coveralls for the pair of them and other necessities like mineral spirits to clean the brushes with later.

[mathias_danmark]

"You got it Bob Vila." Mads saluted and went off to collect paint and the things needed. He hoped he could at least get the white pre-mixed or at least the associate in the paint department was a little better versed in English. He collected these things, (luckily the associate was) and rejoined his compatriot to get the collection of handy-crap loaded into their rental. "Someone going to drive the van home?" He really wanted to drive the truck, he was prepared to call dibs on it and just follow Berwald home in the van.

[berwaldsverige]

"You'd have to follow me anyway, you don't know the way." Berwald said as they checked out and he swiped a credit card to pay for his favorite way to blow cash (and a lot of it!).

They got the rental truck loaded and then Berwald led them back to Castle Vainamoinen to begin, hoping that Mummi had managed to get Siguard calm and collected. Tomorrow was going to be a busy, busy day in Oslo.

[mathias_danmark]

((Shall we start a new thread? Or RP the building of the shed?))

Mads coolly distributed his share of vulgar gestures at his scandinavian brother in all but blood and pulled himself up into his truck. He liked trucks. Okay, to be fair, he liked vehicles period. Back in Denmark he spent little time in his car, but rode his bike a lot of places. He had a NICE bike. That was what it was for him. The state of them being 'nice' be them a bicycle, a motorbike, a car, van, or truck.