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]

Berwald chuckled as he sat up and put his glasses on. "Can you put an arrow in his ass anyway? I promise to back you up when you say you missed and it was an accident." Berwald added as he did a quick wash with cold water, a rub of his now very furry chin and pulling on some hunting garb and grabbing some of the spears he had made the day before.

[berwaldsverige]

"That's because I'm of real Viking Stock and not some Dane Wannabe." Berwald teased with a wink.

"And Eeva will be too busy braiding her own man's beard. Tino will have to deal with mine until we go home and I shave off the polar bear clinging to my chin." Berwald chuckled finishing his food and getting up for a second helping of porridge.

[darth_eduard]

"Scheiße!" Gilbert grumbled, rubbing the spot on his head where Eeva had hit him. "Calm your tits, ja? No more throwing stuff. Got it, Frau Kommandant." He joked, grinning at her with an impish glint in his red eyes.

Before Eeva could discipline the mischief-making albino any further, Eduard stepped in, laying a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Ummm, Gil. You might want to try and stop while you're ahead. I would kind of enjoy a boyfriend whose vital regions are still intact by the end of the night. If you think Ti and I were ruthless at the NERF fight, you've got another thing coming." The Estonian set his trencher down on the table in his former spot and sat down next to Gilbert once again, sneaking a kiss on his fuzzy, pale cheek. Their free hands linked together loosely between them. "Forgive him his faults, E. He is a turakas and he knows not what he says sometimes." Eduard apologized on his boyfriend's behalf, offering Eeva a smile of understanding.

((Turakas= "fool" in Estonian))

[tino_suomi]

Mads snorted. "I am just as pure stock as you dickhead. You're just a hairy fucking troll and Linus is... I dunno... I don't know what's wrong with you Linus."

"I've always been hairy if I didn't shave every day. Even the hair on my head grows really fast."

"See, AND he's not a fucking Swede. He's a Finn who primary speaks Swedish."

Tino just rolled his eyes and ate his porridge, letting the Swedish and Danish war continue to rage over the table.

Meanwhile Eeva downed the spoon that she was prepared to whack (jokingly) Gilbert with again at Eduard's request. "Okay, because my best friend interjected, I won't whack him again." But she did start poking the albino in the abs with the spoon. "You, German. I'm guessing you don't often have women cooking for you, I'm gonna tell you now, you play nice with the woman feeding you. If not you end up with too much pepper in your food." She winked dangerously with a smiled and waddled on off in the heavy skirts to make some more eggs and bacon for some of the still hungry vikings.

[berwaldsverige]

"If he speaks Swedish, he's Honorary-Swedish in my book. Which makes him awesome and Eeva's tastes impeccable." Berwald joked as he finished his meal and started collecting bowls and flatware to scrub.

"I also never claimed not to be a dickhead. My day isn't complete if I don't fight with you everyday." Berwald added, sticking his wet finger in Mads ear giving him a wet willy to start the day.

[darth_eduard]

Gilbert let out a bit of a noise when faced with the spoon jabbing against his ribs from Eeva. The muscles of a large part of his body were still giving him a hard time from the workouts he'd been putting himself through in the early mornings, and she seemed to be able to sense it in her own witchy sort of way by trying to make him squirm as much as possible. The two of them seemed to end up giving one another a hard time almost as much as Berwald and Mads tended to. Gilbert was beginning to see just what they were all warning him about in regards to the finn women. "Crazy bitch..." the albino grumbled as he finally dug into his breakfast. "No wurst either

[tino_suomi]

"I can hear you!" She laughed, assuming a fencing position with her spoon and returning to attempting to tickle the German with it. "I will proudly accept the title of crazy bitch, thank you very much." She was really coming to enjoy harassing the German. He had to come to understand that it would now be worse than it was when she didn't like him... now she liked him. Before she would only half bother with him... now he was a pseudo-friend... now he was fresh meat for teasing and harassing like she did to Eduard, Berwald and Tino

[berwaldsverige]

"The can of worms, she has been opened." Berwald chuckled as he washed dishes and stacked them to dry.

Once finished he sat back down and waited until everyone had finished breakfast. Taking a sharpening stone to the spear and arrow heads he had made earlier, making sure they were securely affixed to their shafts. It would not due to find a wild boar and have it NOT DIE when you struck it, because they would then turn around and gore the shit out of your legs.

But they made for an awesome roast if they managed to find one.

[darth_eduard]

"Verdammt!" Gilbert shifted and squirmed at the repeated spoon to the ribs. Eeva had somehow discovered something that only Eduard, Francis, and Gilbert's own family knew...he was more than a bit ticklish around the middle. Truth be told, he actually would go so far as to consider the crazy finn-witch Eeva a friend. Gilbert never really had much association with females throughout his life in any greater capacity than a long series of sordid flings and instances of drunken debauchery, so for Eeva to get in past the German's outer shell and gain the safety of permanent "friend zone" was quite the feat. That, however, landed her in the same boat as Mads and Berwald though in regards to heckling and pranks. Nothing was safe now. Especially not his ribs. "Keep this up and you'll have to find somebody else to run into town next time." The albino scooted away from another jab, squeezing in close to the potential safety of his boyfriend's side

[tino_suomi]

Eeva just smiled and stopped for a second before speaking. "You'd be that vindictive? To leave a woman, her uterus's inner lining stripping away? Painfully? In a freezing cold shit-shack? That's cruel. I don't think you would." She teased, instead of tickling him now using the spoon to mess with his hair. Not caring that Eduard was right there. When did Eduard being right there ever stop her from messing with Tino? Or vice versa

[berwaldsverige]

"Just neither of you shoot me and I'll be happy." Berwald muttered as he stacked arrows in Tino's quiver.

"Are we about ready? Sun is coming up and we need to get going if we want to be back in time to butcher the quarry before sundown. That is if we can even find anything. We are sadly a bunch of pampered pussies used to hunting meat in the supermarket." He added with mirth as he handed out spears to the "rabble" going hunting.

[darth_eduard]

"If you keep at me with that damned spoon, I would. That is, if it wouldn't land me in the doghouse, sleeping in an empty bed." Gilbert vainly attempted to swat the spoon and Eeva's hands away from his head. "You're lucky you've got Birdie on your side. Although if you keep fucking with me like this you might wake up one morning to find your clothes floating in the middle of the lake." Then it was Eduard's turn to give Gilbert a good bop on the head

[tino_suomi]

"I'm ready." Came a chorus of Tino and Mads' voices as Gilbert and Eduard were fighting with the spoon wielding She-Demon that was Eeva

[berwaldsverige]

"A trebuchet... that's like a catapult isn't it?" Berwald asked in query as everyone got their items together.

"If you have measurements and instructions I can build it for you. Mads is pretty good with a hammer and saw too. I am better though." Berwald grinned toothily at the Dane.

It was true. Mads was decent enough putting things together, but his measurements weren't nearly as good as Berwald's. If they had to build it from scratch Berwald would insist on cutting the wood to specifications. He wasted FAR LESS than the Dane.

[darth_eduard]

"Yes, a trebuchet is very much like a catapult. I happen to prefer the elegance and sheer destructive capability of the trebuchet, myself though." Eduard replied matter of factly, passing his empty utensils to Eeva before she managed to do any further damage to his boyfriend. As it stood, the albino already looked like he'd been through a long day's worth of hunting. His choppy silver hair stuck up at a million and one different angles and his face bore a scowl which was eerily similar to the one his vati had the first time Eduard had beaten him at risk when he was invited over for the big "meet the parents" dinner. It took all the strength Eduard had in him not to erupt into laughing fits over the image.

"Ummm...jaa.." The Estonian sputtered, stifling a wide grin. "I think I'll join you lot on the hunt. What say you, veli? Do you think we can down this beast before the 'vikings' here?"

[tino_suomi]

"Come on Eduard. Lets show our 'husbands' who can slay the bacon, and cook it too. Maybe we'll be gracious and let them carry it home." He grinned, getting the quiver situated on his back and plucking playfully at the bow string. "It's not a gun, but it'll do." He grinned darkly. "Come on Bear, Mads, lead on oh talented trackers."