As a Swede, I am so fucking pleased to have found a fic in which Mick Rory yearns to burn down the Gävle Yule Goat.
Come to think of it, there are so many Swedish traditions he would enjoy. Walpurgisnight has huge bonfires, and in parts of the country, so does Easter. He could pop over to Finland for a Midsummer bonfire, or stay and enjoy all the summer campfires. (Well, during summers that aren't as dry as this one.) Autumn has All Hallow’s Eve with candles and torches on graves, and all through the Advent-Lucia-Christmas season there will be open fires, torches, and candles everywhere including in your hair.
It's paradise for a pyromaniac!















