kiramaru7 | Cross-posted from DW's Surströmmiakki Fest

Title: Fireside
Author: kira
Prompt:Fire (Optional: Storm)
Character(s): Finland, Sweden, Hana-Tomago, mention of Sealand
Word Count: 2253
Rating: M
Summary: Finland and Sweden cuddle by the fire, amongst other things, while it snows outside…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title.

It was snowing all day; pretty little white flakes that fell from the sky and danced in the wind piled up around the quaint little house in the Swedish countryside. Neither Finland nor Sweden paid any attention to it; they were warm and snug in Sweden’s house, and Sealand was busy visiting England so there was no need to go outside other than to take Hana-Tomago for a walk after dinner. So while Finland finished washing up the dinner dishes, Sweden, armed with a flashlight, decided to take her out so she could do her business. What he had not counted on was the three foot high drift that made opening the back door nearly impossible. He pushed and pulled, slowly working the heavy door against the drift of light powdery snow. After a few minutes of struggling, he managed to get it opened enough to step outside. Hana-Tomago barked.

“G’ve me a m’n’te,” he said to the little white dog.

“Sve? Everything okay?” Finland called out from the kitchen.

“’s snw’ng; n’d t’ sh’vel.” Sweden reached for the shovel they kept in the mudroom during the long winter months. He made his way back outside and began the laborious task of shoveling in the darkness that was broken by the soft glow of the back door light. The wind was beginning to whip up, blowing the top layer of snow around and creating unusual drifts that reminded Sweden of the dips and valleys of the mountains or a stormy-tossed sea.

Finland, having finished the dishes, came to the back to watch. Hana-Tomago danced at his feet and he bent to pick her up. Together they stood by the window, watching the big, dark, shapeless form silhouetted against the white, as Sweden shoveled a path to the sauna. It was slow going as the winter storm kept blowing soft powder over the cleared path. He got about halfway, before he gave up and turned around. Sweden re-shoveled his way back to the house. When he entered the house, Finland said, “Is it as bad as it looks?”

Sweden nodded. “Ja,” he said softly. “Co’me’n, H’n’.”

The little dog jumped into his arms and Sweden carried her outside. He tramped down some of snow on the path for her to use, before setting Hana-Tomago down. “S’rry,” he said, not daring to take his eyes off of the little white dog. The way the snow was falling and blowing around, he was afraid of losing her in a sudden snow drift. When she finished her business, Sweden scooped her up and hurried back inside.

Back inside again, Finland took Hana-Tomago and wrapped her in fluffy towel. He dried the melting snow off of her, before setting her down. She shook herself, settling her damp fur into place, and trotted in the den. Finland then turned his attention to the big Sweden. He took his coat, shaking it out, before hanging it up; while Sweden sat down to take off his boots. Finland wiped up the melting snow with the towel he had used on Hana-Tomago. While he went to put the towel in the laundry room, Sweden grabbed some of the firewood that was stacked by the back door and made his way into the den.

Sweden walked over to the fireplace. After arranging the logs in the fireplace, he added some kindling and got a nice fire going. He rubbed his hands together and held them out to the fire. Hana-Tomago came over to him and lay down next to him as he basked in the warmth.

“Would you like me to make you some cocoa?” Finland said as he poked his head in the den.

“Pl’se.” Sweden looked over his shoulder at him.

“It’s that bad out there?”

Sweden nodded. “S’rry. W’n’t b’ble t’ clear a p’th to th’ sauna.”

“That’s alright. I’ll live without one tonight.” Finland flashed one of his sunny smiles at him and Sweden felt himself melting like the bits of ice and snow in his hair. “Well, then… I’d better go make some cocoa to warm you up, before you get sick.”

“Ja…” Sweden turned his attention back to the fire. Amid its soft crackling, were equally soft footsteps as Finland approached and placed the throw from the sofa around his shoulders. “Thanks.”

Finland patted Sweden’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

“Yere a gud w’fe.” Sweden placed his hand on Finland’s.

“I’m not your wife, Sve.” Finland shook his head at him as he smiled. “Anyway, I’d better go make you some cocoa so you can warm up.” Sweden had insisted on calling him his wife for so long, that it became their private little joke. Finland even took it stride whenever someone overheard and commented on it. He could not believe how upset he used to get over it; that now seemed so silly. Kissing Sweden’s cheek, Finland got up and went into the kitchen.

Sweden got up, the blanket still around his shoulders, and sat on the sofa. He could hear Finland, bustling about the kitchen, while he made cocoa. As much as he would have liked to have been in the kitchen with him, Sweden knew he would just be underfoot. So he contented himself with images of Finland and all the things he wanted to do to his beloved little wife, dancing in his head.

Finland joined him in the den, a few minutes later, with two mugs of steamy hot cocoa. He handed one to Sweden, Sitting down on the sofa next to him. They sat in companionable silence, watching the fire and drinking their cocoa. Sweden put his arm around Finland. He did not know if it was the fire, or the delicious cocoa his wife had made, or just having little Finn cuddled up next to him, but it suddenly felt much warmer in the den than it had a few minutes ago. Glancing surreptitiously at Finland, Sweden felt his cheeks heating up, when he caught his eye and smiled.

“Sve, you done with your cocoa?”

Sweden nodded as he set his mug down on the side table.

“Can you put my cup down over there?”

Sweden silently took the proffered mug, setting it down next to his. A faint smile briefly tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked at the mugs. His, a small mug that was made for the tourists visiting Finland, had a capital “I “on it next to a heart. They sat over a little flag of Finland. On the other side, which made the mug Sweden’s all time favorite, was the word “Husband.” Finland’s mug was a taller one from IKEA with its logo emblazoned on it.

“Sve?” Finland said, pulling Sweden’s attention away from the mugs.

“Hnn?”

Instead of saying anything, Finland reached up, and threading his fingers in Sweden’s damp hair, pulled him closer for a kiss. Sweden eagerly returned it, wrapping his arms around his wife. When they came up for air, Finland settled comfortably in Sweden’s arms. He sighed softly as they sat there, watching the fire. “Sve?” Finland repeated, his eyes twinkling in the firelight.

“Hnn?”

“It’s kinda hot in here,” Finland said as he sat up. Looking up over his shoulder at Sweden, he grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it up over his head. “That’s better.” He sat back, in just his jeans and t-shirt. Finland shivered when Sweden brushed his fingers against the skin on his bare forearm.

“Ya s’re yer n’t c’ld?” Sweden said.

“Well… We could go sit closer to the fire.” Finland got up and sat on floor in front of the fire, leaving a somewhat frustrated Sweden behind.

Sweden sighed softly and got up and went to sit next to his wife. He sat there, wondering what the little Finn was up to, while trying to recapture the mood. He put his arm around Finland and when he looked up at him, Sweden leaned in for a kiss. When Finland wrapped his arms around him, Sweden lowered him to the floor, blanketing him. They kissed again, deepening it, as their hands wandered. Touching soon gave way to tugging on clothes and it was not long before they were both naked in front of the fire. There was a sweet nostalgia to it as they used to make love there a lot before Sealand became a permanent part of their lives.

“Sve?” Finland reached up to take Sweden’s glasses off. He set them carefully out of the way, before wrapping his arms around the big Swede.

“Hnn…?” Sweden murmured as he nuzzled Finland’s cheek.

“I’m... all... horny… and… what … are… you… gonna… do… about… it…?” Finland said, punctuating each word with a kiss. He smiled shyly at Sweden when he pulled back to glare myopically at him. Sweden was momentarily taken aback by his wife’s boldness, until Finland reached up to cup his cheek.

“Th’s…” Sweden leaned in, kissing him long and hard. Finland eagerly returned the kiss in kind and when they came up for air, Sweden trailed a line of butterfly soft kisses across his jaw line and down his throat. He sucked on his beloved’ collar bone, leaving the skin pink and flushed in his wake. “Th’r’s n’ l’be,” he murmured.

“So?” Finland ground his hips against Sweden’s. “Just…” He grinned coyly at him. “Do it or something. It hurts, Sve.”

“S’rry…”

When he reached down to stroke Finland’s cock, the little Finn added, “No.” Finland licked his lips and smiled coyly at him. “Lie back.” He decided he wanted to claim his beloved Viking this time around.

Sweden did as he was told. He loved it whenever Finland was bossy as it reminded him of the time he had nearly lost him, only to have him come back and claim him in the way that had been the stuff of fantasy until then. He lay on his back, spreading his legs, as the fuzzy shape that was Finland swam into view. Sweden reached down, grabbing his knees and pulling his legs back onto his chest; without any warning, his beloved wife thrust inside. He let out a soft moan as Finland developed his rhythm. While he would never dream of pleasuring Finland without the use of generous amounts of lube, he had no problem dealing with the burn and sting brought about by using nothing, aside from a bit of spit to pave the way.

Finland quickened his pace, Sweden’s tightness always felt good as he inched towards completion. He wanted to take things slow, prolonging the pleasure for the two of them, but ever since Sealand had come into their lives moments like this were few and far between. With the micronation off visiting England, he was determined to make up for all the lost opportunities. His body, however, had other ideas. Grunting softly, Finland held out as long as he could, but it would not be long before he lost it.

What the little Finn had not realized was Sweden was also close to climaxing soon and for pretty much the same reason. As much as he loved Sealand and considered him a part of their family, he missed having Finland all to himself and the spontaneity their love-life used to have. Finland thrust a few more times in rapid succession, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure he felt whenever his beloved’s stomach rubbed against the head of his cock. Sweden tensed, spewing his hot essence between them with a soft moan.

Finland felt a hot sticky warmth spreading between them as he rode his beloved Viking. It was all he needed to push him over the edge and he came hard. Panting loudly, he rested his head on Sweden’s forehead. Sweden reached up, wrapping his arms around him. They kissed.

“W’fe?”

“Yeah…?” Finland said, although it sounded more like a contented sigh.

“L’ts w’sh’p,” Sweden said. He held Finland more tightly.

“We should, and then we could come back and just lie here by the fire…”

Sweden could hear the smile in his beloved’ voice even if he could barely see it.

“Who knows… if we don’t get dressed, we could always… you know, go for round two?”

“Ja…” Sweden kissed him. He sighed softly as he reluctantly let go. Finland handed him his glasses and he put them on, enjoying the view that suddenly came into focus when the little Finn stood up. Sweden followed him into the kitchen for a quick clean up and was about to make his way back to the fire when Finland called out excitedly to him.

“Sve! Look!”

Sweden turned and followed his gaze. They stood together in the kitchen, holding each other for warmth as they looked out the window. The storm had finally stopped, leaving their backyard a veritable winter wonderland. The wind had sculpted the snow into various drifts, leaving deep valleys in its wake. It was beautiful to behold, but not as beautiful as his wife, whose face along with his own was reflected in the glass.

Finland shivered and that was all Sweden needed to silently guide him back to the den and warmth of the fire. He threw a few more logs into the fireplace, while Finland went to get a blanket and pillow from their bed. When he returned, they lay together on the floor, Sweden spooning in behind his wife. Covering themselves with the blanket, they watched the fire as they snuggled together, bathed in its glow.