Swing Step [fanfic]
Title: Swing Step
Author: MorriganFearn
Rating: G
Characters: Faroes, Åland
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Fluff
Pairings: Farland
Summary: September 1944. Aland shows up on Faroes' door step, and they talk about anything but the war. Then they dance and talk some more. Romantic fluff, with historical undertones.
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"Yes. Alright I think. You look like you're sitting on something painful," Astrid assessed.
"A piece of table, I think."
Astrid tried to get up, but for a while, it was too much effort. And Jakob kept his arms around her.-Just...God, just EVERYTHING about this moment was so perfect I want to print it out and frame it for future generations to treasure. Just the sheer love of it all, and tenderness. Jakob, Mr. "Get Off Me!", fallen so deep and hard for Faroes he's not only accepting contact, he's initiating it and not letting go of her. From him, that's not just love, that's buying a nice ring, going to see her parents for that "sir, I want to make your daughter a happy woman for as long as I live" speech, and picking out the names of their perfect and uber Nordic future children. It's subtle, and exactly in character and basically I'm dying here with how brilliant you are.
Normally I abhor interruptions, but I could have accepted it this one time. Because if Karelia had seen this, she would have instantly gone "OMG JAKI IS IN LOVE!!!", helpfully enlightened Faroes on this, and things would have proceeded much, much, much faster. Well, the course of true love doth not run smooth and all that.
(And I know this is crass of me, but had another thirty seconds or so passed I believe Astrid would have found herself lying against something hard as well. *badum tish*)
Jakob's hand found Astrid's again, and he leaned his head on her shoulder, as though the weight of everything rested there.-Yeah, this is basically a declaration of undying, eternal devotion in Jakob body language right here. Having succumbed to his Germanic heritage, Åland will proceed to love Faroes and only Faroes more than anyone in the world, and be completely, utterly, totally inept in actually doing anything about it. GUH. GERMANIA THIS IS YOUR FAULT SOMEHOW!!! DON'T YOU WANT GREAT-GRANDKIDS?!?
Blæsevejr trotted up to them, and nosed his way between. Astrid let him. He was a young dog, and she had decades. What she had those decades for, she wasn't quite sure yet. It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't think of anything better.-I will HAPPILY enlighten you, young lady. I take payment in you hurrying up and getting your hands on THAT BOY's vital regions.
Jakob's sigh blew against her neck like a bitter cold wind. Maybe it was true, and Suomi was the birthplace of winter, forever marked by the old general.-Another nice land-as-body touch. Though compared to the rest of Finland Åland is quite temperate.
"I have sheets and a blanket, if you're staying the night."-Astrid, you also have a bed, a mattress, and room for one more body if they're very close. And you'll save heat in this chilly weather! Lots of heat, if you catch my drift.
(I mean cultural exchanging)
"I'll go back to the boat."
"Oh?"
"Wouldn't you prefer your nice familiar berth to sleeping on a strange floor-or worse, that horrible sofa?"-Yeah, that's what he says, but I suspect on some level Åland is being a gentlemen and subconsciously can't trust himself not to do something compromising when in such close and private quarters with the girl of his dreams. (Or be compromised at, for Faroes is quite the take-charge woman).
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