Hinga, Dinga, Durgen, We Think We're Vikings

[tino_suomi]

It was early, normally what Tino would consider far too early to be waking up. But with how early it had actually been when they'd fallen asleep. (Had his watch, which he'd set to Sweden Time after landing, been right when it said it'd only been 8:30 when they finally passed out?) Then again, everyone had been jet lagged and with the sun having

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[berwaldsverige]

"Douchebag walking. Just don't ever do that, you'll be fine." Berwald said rolling his eyes at Mathias writhing in pain. "And Linus. I'll tell you about the five years I spent just worshiping Tino from a distance sometime. I was so afraid I was going to ruin everything and he was so afraid of me I invented a secret identity just to leave him tokens of affection. I was pathetic. You're fine, honestly. Just be yourself." Berwald patted Linus' arm and smiled.

"And quit moaning asshole, you deserved that whack in the head."

[tino_suomi]

"Suck my dick Svenk Siguard got a hard swing on that one, I saw stars." He gripped, rubbing at the back of his head where there would soon be a goose egg

[berwaldsverige]

"Just don't worry about it Linus. Let each moment come as it comes. Just never forget to tell her you love her at least once a day. Everything else tends to sort itself out in the long run. God knows I have a lot of faults and Tino helps me through them." Berwald smiled finishing his breakfast and getting up to wash his dish in the trough that was filled with soapy water.

[tino_suomi]

Linus had been pushing his oatmeal around with his spoon while listening to Berwald. This was a man who was about three years older than the Swede, but on some emotional level seemed as awkward and shy as a boy three years younger. Linus was painfully shy, and terrified of failure, but certainly most fearful of disappointing the few people who he knew respected him. His mother, and Eeva in particular. "I tell her a couple times a day." He smiled, his freckled face becoming pink as he decided he'd fiddled with his oatmeal long enough and finished eating it. "I have a lot of faults too. I'm wishy washy

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald laughed and shook his head. "Japp, han är kungen av rövhål Danskar också. Hans bark är värre än hans bett. Men han kan bita hårt för när det behövs. Han är okej, bara en idiot. Han kommer att växa på dig, som en tumör." Berwald joked while doing the dishes and putting up his plate in the cupboard and then going to take what Mathias and Siguard left behind to clean, Linus was still picking at cold oatmeal.

(Yup, he's the king of asshole Danes too. His bark is worse than his bite. But he can bite hard too when needed. He's alright, just an idiot. He'll grow on you, like a tumor.)

[tino_suomi]

Linus replied in quick, efficient Swedish. "I actually feel kind of bad for him. I meant what I said about his being an attention seeking personality type. He must have had a lonely early childhood. I was lucky. Mama spoiled me rotten." He smiled as he finished his meal (he was a slow eater) and brought his trencher over to wash it as well.

[berwaldsverige]

"That's actually pretty accurate. His parents are absentee parents." Berwald said taking the dish to wash and then stacking it to dry with the others.

"From what little I know of Siguard's mother, she's a control freak troll and has disowned him. They really only have each other left. I told my father to get bent over Christmas. So in our house It's Tino and Eduard who are the ones with normal families. Well Gilbert too I suppose, in a way, he's got a mom and a pair of Gay Dad's and he's the school delinquent. Or USED to be until some strange science experiment turned him into an Estonian lap hound for Eduard. I still don't understand how that even happened." Berwald said with a chuckle before he decided to find his "wife" and discuss what they were going to do today.

[tino_suomi]

"You've all had really rough childhoods... except for Tino and Eduard anyway. Sorry. Mine was just kindda plain. But, on the up and up, you're a part of Eeva's family now, and everything I've heard about them is great. Her parents are two quiet kind of people but really busy a lot. I don't know what they do for a living but it's time consuming and keeps odd hours. I think she said they work at a hospital, but I don't know if they're doctors or anything, but she's told me her aunt and uncle and grandmother (and her aunt Essi but I don't know where she fits yet)are really vibrant and expressive. I've not met them yet. How did you feel meeting them? Am I gonna get eaten alive by these personalities?" He chuckled, Berwald already becoming the 'expert' in all things regarding his girlfriend's family.

[berwaldsverige]

"No, even though the family is bright and extroverts to the extreme. It's a welcoming, loving family. I was nervous at first and that lasted until about dinnertime. I love Ti's family, they made me feel like I was a part of something wonderful for the first time in my life. I hadn't felt cared about since my mother died. You couldn't have asked to be in a better family than this one. Eeva is a pill, she and Tino should have been twins they are so much alike. I had a blast with them all over Christmas." Berwald patted Linus on the back

[tino_suomi]

"Manly arts..." He tried that word out. Oh, he had no idea if he could do something as hard core as what this Swede or the Dane could probably do. "W-wh-what do you have in mind?" He stuttered. Now he felt ready to face the family of his lover, but could he handle being a macho-macho man?

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald introduced Linus to the only man on the planet LARGER than Berwald. "We'll start small. A horseshoe. I'm going to commandeer this anvil over here and get a good workout with making a hunting spear." Berwald grin shucking every article of clothing except his pants and a leather apron and he got to work. The man at the forge grinned and decided it was time for the FRESH MEAT to get a lesson in hard labor.

[tino_suomi]

Linus just kind of gaped at the gigantic man he'd been thrown to by the Swede. His glasses slipped down his nose. Oh lord.

"H-H-Horse shoe." he repeated, gulped, and used a boney finger to push his glasses back to where they belonged. He pulled off his outer layers and rolled up his sleeve as the black smith showed him how to heat and cool and hammer and shape the metal.

It was slow for him, and for his work he ended up with a crooked, misshapen and uneven horse shoe for how sore his shoulders and back and arms felt from banging on that some of a bitch. He shifted from hot to cold and was dripping with shivering sweat by the time he was finished.