Care and Maintainance for a Happy Troll by Dr. Siguard

[tino_suomi]

When Tino woke up from his warm, lovely dream, he spent a few minutes just appreciating the face of the man next to him who was supposed to be a troll. While they had thrown troll jokes at him in regards to his size since forever (and his grandmother called Berwald Peikko for god's sake) he still saw only a tragically beautiful young man in the

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[tino_suomi]

The Norwegian paused in his path and took a moment to stare neutrally at his friend. Well, the troll certainly was close to the surface in this instance wasn't he? The soup had done it's job.

Knowing full well the source of the smugness in the troll's air he released a small, milisecond long smile. "You are quite welcome. Sometimes food can be the best medicine." He said cryptically and continued on his way towards his own hut. While the Finn and Swede had been napping earlier in the afternoon he'd welcomed a visit with his 'bestemor' in the great hall where he had discussed with her some of the problems faced earlier in the day. As they talked and he set about to make a soup for lunch she had halted him and decided to teach him some faery cuisine. (Of course, Siguard had been sure to add a dash of salt to it. While Titania had made a face and indicated that it would ruin the soup to her tastes, that it was best if it was to be served to mortals. Fae food can be overpowering for some.) The soup had allowed, purposefully, for the two to experience each others inner selves. Siguard knew full well what Tino would see, he only deserved to see it and know, but the Norwegian also was confident that Tino's reaction would be favorable. After all, they were soul mates. As well, this gave the caged troll an opportunity to roam free of his confines and be allowed to touch the thing it coveted most, the thing it's human half often kept it from. It made for a hurt and soul hungry troll, one that was left with nothing but Berwald's pain and anguish to feast on. But in this idyllic setting the troll could be freed into Tino's powerful care. It dare not go rampaging to vent the pain through destruction if it had its mate. The urge to violently destroy being far weaker than the urge to mate and create. Berwald would be a far happier being if the troll wasn't penned up so tightly, moments like these would do miracles for his health... though, of course, they were made better if Tino could keep up long enough for the troll to reach satiation and satisfaction. But poor Tino didn't have the ability to keep up with a starved troll on his own, at least not yet. And so what would it hurt if he had a little fae soup to help him along the way?

Meanwhile, Tino had, in his fuzzy senses, pulled on Berwald's tunic (he'd not been able to find his own clothes, but he didn't really look very hard) and was wearing it like a long-tunic as he collected a basket full of things from the pantry, breads and cheeses... things that wouldn't need to be kept cold over the night. He even grabbed a jar of lingonberries floating in water. Oh good. The water could keep them as fresh as first picked forever, that would be an acceptably tart compliment to the basic cheese and breads.

With his basket full he trotted back to their cabin... only then noticing he'd forgotten to put shoes on, luckily the path to the pantry had been reduced to just a soft dirt path, but it still left his toes dusty and he smiled at the thought of a nice hot bath with Berwald, certainly the tub would be a snug fit for them, what with Bear's size, but he was more than content to sit on the giant's lap while they held their little ritual.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald carried in buckets of cold and boiling water and began mixing them in the small wooden tub. Testing temperature with his big paws before adding more cool water. "I know you like to bake like a lobster. Is this hot enough without scalding your skin off?" Berwald asked setting the buckets down and waiting for Tino's verdict.

[tino_suomi]

Tino stuck his own hand in and waited a moment. "Yeah, this is perfect for me, it's not too hot for you, is it? I'd hate to boil you alive. I can be just fine in whatever you're comfortable in." He smiled, setting their basket down and eagerly staring at Berwald to hear the Swede's verdict. If it was green light then he would pull off the heavy wool tunic and wait for the big troll to get situated in the wooden tub before climbing in himself.

[berwaldsverige]

"Well get in then, let me wash your back. There is no way in hell that we'll both fit in this thing and still be able to do anything other than pretend we're sardines. Let me give you a bath. You can scrub my back later." Berwald said tugging his tunic off Tino's frame and directing Tino to get in the tub while Berwald found some old lye and oil soap paste in a bowl that was by the tub and an a rough fiber washcloth.

[tino_suomi]

"Alright, so long as I'll get to wash you too? I'll go without a fuss." He purred, climbing into the wonderfully heaven-like hot water, moaning in delight as his muscles were lapped by the relaxing fluid.

"Hot baths are heaven Berwald. Nothing better after sex than a nice hot bath." He sighed, splashing water up against his face.

[berwaldsverige]

"I know. Which is why I made you a bath Askling." Berwald said soaping up Tino's back and giving a deep tissue massage as he washed Tino's back and hair.

"It also gives me lots of excuses to touch you more. Du är min dyrbara skatt." Berwald's voice almost growled the last part of that sentence. It sounded so possessive and husky.

(You're my precious treasure.)

[tino_suomi]

Tino shivered lovingly at the feeling of his back being rubbed and his scalp being massaged. Oh, it was such a fabulous feeling, he would have felt relaxed enough to nod off if not for the deep, lusty vibration of Berwald's voice coursing through him and making goosebumps rise all along his skin and his nipples involuntarily peak.

"I like being your treasure." He let his head flop back to rest against Berwald's bare shoulder behind him. "Help me think of more praises I can give you, I feel like I'm going through my catalog too quickly today and still having reached the extent I feel for you. Gimme a kiss, I need another." So the effects of the soup hadn't completely worn off of him and while Berwald's loving touches and caresses weren't necessarily thrusting him into a frisky mood, he was still incredibly cuddly feeling and the physical contact of the massage made him as affectionate as a puppy.

[berwaldsverige]

"I don't need praise. I just need you." Berwald said before complying with Tino's desire to be kissed. Berwald obliged, for quite a long time.

Tino was melting into the water before Berwald let him up for air and resumed washing, moving to Tino's chest where soapy hands played with belly and chest and neck in long sinful strokes of soapy fingers.

While he toyed and made Tino virtual putty in his hand, a deep voice purred low and soft in Tino's ear:

"Den dag du dök jag förlorade mitt hjärta
Till dig, att älska.
Och från den dagen jag kan inte en del
Från dig, från kärlek.

Du håller mig hårt
Till dig, att älska.
I mina tankar hela dagen och natten
Av dig, av kärlek.

Jag erbjuder allt som jag har att ge
Till dig, att älska.
Och alla mina dagar jag vill leva
Med dig, i kärlek"

(The day you appeared I lost my heart
To you, to love.
And from that day I cannot part
From you, from love.

You hold me tight
To you, to love.
In my thoughts all day and night
Of you, of love.

I offer all that I have to give
To you, to love.
And all my days I want to live
With you, in love.)

[tino_suomi]

Tino was left a gooey, boneless jellyfish in the tub of scalding water. He was so happy and content in the world. He'd been picking up enough Swedish now where he was starting to understand the basic idea of phrases and vocabulary, but of course he knew the romantic words best. Berwald always reverted to his native language for his most passionate musings and so those were the the phrases and vocabulary most familiar to him.

"Rakastan sinua rakas.
Olenko kertonut teille vielä kuinka paljon merkitsee minulle?
Olenko kertonut sinulle vielä kaikista onnea teille tuo tullessaan?
Olenko kertonut teille vielä, että sinä tarkoitat maailman minulle?
Vain siinä tapauksessa en ole haluan teidän tietävän, että olet parasta mitä on koskaan tapahtunut minulle.
Rakastan sinua."

He tried his own hand at a poem he'd been saving for Berwald. It wasn't as elaborate deep maybe as Berwald's, but he'd been able to remember it because it rang true to how he felt. Sometimes he just didn't know how to say it enough to Berwald. How many "I love you"s was too much? He didn't know, but he always feared the potential 'not enough' and he could quickly run out of all of the compliments he has and is left with nothing more poetic than sheer honesty. There was nothing false in his words, just as a false breath never ghosted over him from Berwald. Tino heart-achingly meant every word he said.

"But be careful, you're going to relax me right to sleep, I feel so at ease here, like there aren't even wolves and bears and trolls in the forest, I feel as safe as I would if we did this in our backyard." He puffed out a tension releaving breath as his head tilted back to rest on Berwald's nude shoulder again as the husband of the year went on to scrub more of his chest and belly. "Love you too much."

(I love you dear.
Have I told you yet how much you mean to me?
Have I told you yet about all the happiness you bring?
Have I told you yet that you mean the world to me?
Just in case I haven't I want you to know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I love you.)

[berwaldsverige]

"You are safe. I would walk through fire to protect you." Berwald said smoothing his fingers over Tino's brow and face, tracing the contours he had memorized and always found the most beautiful thing on the planet.

"And I doubt you're going to fall asleep in the tub, you like a bath too much to fall asleep and miss one." Berwald grinned leaning over Tino to kiss the tip of his nose.

"My hedonistic love."

[tino_suomi]

"If it feels good it is good. And so long as we have our priorities straight and it doesn't effect our responsibilities what does it do for us to resist doing things that bring pleasure?" he purred, Tino's logic, in his own mind, was incredibly air tight and sound.

"I think you've been a sad, lonely troll for too long, so I want to fill as many moments as I can with happy. I know I'll never be able to fill up all the sad, worry-holes in your soul, but I hope to plug up some of the bigger ones." He shifted around in the sloshing water so he could face Berwald and poke his index finger into places on the Swede's chest. "You'll never have to worry about being lonely again." He made a circular motion with his finger, to suggest filling up a hole before tracing another. "While you see yourself as not meaning much to the world, you do mean the world to me. I'll try to keep you from living off of ham sandwiches and other bachelor foods. You'll never have to sleep alone again if it's something I can help... sometimes my Isa might drag you away from me for a night or so if he needs you to come on a trip with him... I'll pack you one of my shirts to sleep with though and I'll sleep with your work out shirt... but any night you are home there will be me cuddled up with you. You will be so loved. You'll be a husband, and a father, and have a home of your own and you will have respect and a family that you will belong to as much as they belong to you. There, that's a few holes plugged up." He smiled, smacking kisses over each wet circle he drew.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald smiled at each symbolic gesture, his eyes soft with love as he watched.

"Tino, Askling... There will never be enough words in any language I know, that will or can hope to describe just what you mean to me. What you have always meant to me for as long as I can remember. It's like, whenever I look at you, I see a guiding light like the North Star to old Viking Sailors. If I follow you, it will always lead me home." Berwald sighed gently cupping Tino's face to lean in and kiss him sweetly.

"I want all those things with you. I've only ever wanted them with you. I've known you are my soul for so long, not just my soul mate, I don't think I have a soul without you. I have never felt anything like I feel with you. I never felt needed or wanted until you. You do more than you think you do. I love you so very much."

[tino_suomi]

"What about when you were little? And you have your mama? Didn't she make you feel full of little-kid purpose and joy? She loved you and wanted you so much, you told me once that you were her one miracle baby, that you were the only one who made it all the way. Bear, you had to have been her precious everything! I know if I had a baby right now they would be so heart achingly precious to me. To your mamma the sun had to rise and set on you. I've seen the pictures in that scrap book Bear, everything was made with so much love, it almost felt like she was making it knowing that someday I'd have it and she wanted to make sure your 'too young to remember' years were all thoroughly documented for me and the grandbabies she would have in the future. They're gonna want to know how silly pappa looked at a baby with chocolate cake smeared all over his face. You were so loved and wanted, it'd just been a such a stretch of time from Mama-Bear to Ti. But I promise you, so much, that while I can't sponge away all the bad that happened after your mamma went to heaven, I hope your mamma is relieved that you are being loved so much now. I'll take the best care of you I can, you already take such good care of me." He smacked Berwald once more with a kiss to the lips. "You've always had a soul Rakas, just an empty one when you we missing someone to love you unconditionally."

[berwaldsverige]

"Perhaps. I really wish she could have met you, she'd have loved you almost as much do." Berwald said reaching into the tub to test the water.

"Would you like me to add more hot water Ti? You're getting a little tepid." Berwald grinned, one of his guilty pleasures was pampering Tino.

[tino_suomi]

Tino snorted. "The WATER maybe, nothing tepid about ME though, you've got me all full of enthusiasm. But just a little warmer would be nice, yes." Lies. Luke warm was practically a step above freezing his balls off to Tino. Poor Bear, having a little love that enjoyed coming out of cleaning boiled pink. Eeva was always whining to Tino that if he kept it up he'd end up with a low sperm count. ... If one didn't KNOW her and her interest in reproductive science intimately they might say she cared a little too much for her cousin's little soldiers.

"But only if you promise not to skip out on me washing you, you're a tricky fish Berwald Oxenstierna, you rub me all up and get me to be a purring mass and then instead of getting your turn you just haul me off and fuck me like it's going to go out of style or something. I know your games." He teased.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald laughed as he brought over more hot water. "Last I looked, fucking you *IS* you spoiling me." Berwald laughed.

"Now hop out a minute. This water is boiling hot I'm not pouring it in the tub with you still in it." Berwald said as Tino stepped out long enough for Berwald to pour in about half the bucket into the cooler water.

"Test that? Need More heat?"