“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”
Looks a little skeptical but reaches for the mug handed to him. “Thanks..” Didn’t take a sip first but stared down a bit. “Sorry for intruding like this..”
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“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”
Looks a little skeptical but reaches for the mug handed to him. “Thanks..” Didn’t take a sip first but stared down a bit. “Sorry for intruding like this..”
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Björn couldn’t help but smile, too, at the sight of his son being so happy. He hadn’t even seen the gifts yet!
“I didn’t get you something. I made you something.” He corrected, making his way inside the home. The Swede went straight to the kitchen and put both boxes on the table, gesturing him to open them. Despite not talking much, he was noticeably excited. A lot of effort and time had been put into the gifts.
Inside the bigger box, there was a really nice cake - it almost looked as if it was done by a professional, but it had just been Björn and his big, calloused hands. It was Lucas’ favourite flavour and the words “Happy 767th birthday!” were written on it in Swedish.
In the smaller one, the gift that Björn had put the most planning into was carefully enveloped in bubble wrap so it wouldn’t break. It was a Dala horse, no bigger than his hand, painted blue with white, yellow and red details.
“I really hope you like them.” Björn muttered, his eyes fixed on Lucas.
“I have trained in the sword every waking hour since my childhood!”
“Every waking hour?” He was amused hearing that. “Okay I know I’d totally say that too but what about guns? I definitely took a break from sword fighting to train with those!”
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nosy munday meme. // Accepting
☢: How many active muses do you have?
On tumblr, I currently have four: Netherlands, Fem Netherlands, Sweden, and Ancient Egypt. I’m not sure if I should count the last one though, her blog has barely been active for a year but it has bursts of activity from time to time.
On discord, I also have Fem Sweden, which I just started writing so I’m still trying to figure her out.
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send me a “♛” and i’ll summarize our muses relationship in one gif. // Accepting!
CUTE FATHER AND SON, ALSO YOU GET EXTRA GIF BC I LOVE THEM
He’s a little late, but better late than never! He’s here to congratulate him on his birthday. He rings his doorbell and waits. The gift he brought is a nice wine. «Happy birthday, João! Here’s to another year!»
He looks a bit confused as he swings the door open, looking upwards at the blonde man. It was late, but that’s alright! He laughs as he takes the bottle from him. “Late, eh? Is this payback for me being late the other day??”
frost blue:
colourful headcanons
frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?
Somewhat paradoxically for a Nordic nation, she’s not really a winter person. She’s used to the snow, of course, tho she gets a lot less of it than the other Nordics due to her location, and she’s fine with cold too, tho again, her place doesn’t get quite a frigid as the other Nordics. But she dislikes the darkness and desolation that comes with the winter months and especially when the sea freezes over, she ends up feeling trapped. Thus she’s rarely at home during the cold and barren seasons. She’s like a migratory bird, flying off to somewhere warm when the darkness and bleakness at home start to pressure her and returns again in the spring together with the sunlight and longer, livelier days. The summer is much more of her element.
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He raised his eyebrows at her outburts, but soon broke out into a smile and shook his head with a little laugh. "I'll have this up for you in no time!"
She still seems cross for a moment, but then unfolds her legs and swings herself up from where she’s sitting. “Good, you do that. I’ll....I’m going to the kitchen. This thing is driving me crazy.” it was the least she could do, snag a drink and some snacks right? Fuck the fucking bookcase in the meantime.