#sunorweek2022

[marraiwa]

i don't have a lot of time or energy, but i still want to participate in @sunorweek2022

day 1 magic

an alternate universe codenamed "swamp au". hedvig as huldra and sweden as a troll (i mixed pratchett's trolls with john bauer's illustrations? yes)

[kleinzarohe]

Sorry I'm late. I wish I got more time for this o<-<

Day4 Historical

Before 1520, Sve questioned the kalmar union. But Nor still imagined that the three of them could live together like nothing has changed

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[no-no-nozomi]

@sunorweek2022 Day 3-domestic/family

I’m sorry I am late😭😭and also sorry for jumping directly to day 3 lmao

I personally think their ship dynamic is more calm and subtle. They won’t have the dramas and passionate shits going on, and they rather act like a pair of old married couple, making dinner together. And they won’t be so affectionate towards each other, but they feel safe when there’s only them…Hmm I feel heartwarmed rn uwu

Today’s like my only day off of this week and I was drifted off because of YouTube and headaches🥲 but anyway I managed to finish it! Not me being hell smart for choosing the most non-creative background

And the theme for day 4 is historical👀👀 Hmmmm….I have a perfect old post that suits this theme well👀👀 but nah I won’t cheat😌

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Sunor Week 2022 Themes 🤍

Day 1 - Magic

Day 2 - Childhood

Day 3 - Domestic/Family

Day 4 - Historical

Day 5 - Late Evening Vibes

Day 6 - Highschool

Day 7 - Free Day

Sunor week themes are out! Hope you guys are happy with them and can't wait to see what people do with them! Remember it's from the 25th of July - 31st of July! Can't wait!

[randomw07writes]

SuNor Week Day 3 - Domestic/Family

Couldn’t get around to doing the entire week, but here’s a ficlet for day 3 of @sunorweek2022 ! Had a lovely time writing it!

Word count: 798 words / Warnings: none

Their household is one of few words. The call to dinner is given by the grandfather clock in the living room, its rich chime summoning them to the kitchen. Here, they exchange only meaningful looks as they work on their respective tasks. One chops the vegetables while the other marinades the meat. One keeps an eye on the oven while the other makes a sauce. The pan sizzles and spits, the water boils and overflows, the timer beeps and shrieks, a constant ruckus that challenges them to raise their voices if they wish to make themselves heard. Even more reason, then, to hold their tongues.

A familiar scene, one they have painted for centuries. While Sweden piles their plates with food, Norway lays the table and fills their glasses with wine. When their small family is together, they call for their sons to join them, one's voice a light melody that drifts up the staircase, the other's a low rumble that traverses the walls like a clap of thunder. After a few minutes, Sealand and Ladonia rush to join them, a whirlwind of excited chatter that doesn't subside until the end of the meal. The slang they use is obscure and modern; still their fathers listen and nod along, asking them questions here and there about the games they play or the cartoons they watch.

Tonight, the dining room is quiet. When it is only the two of them, there is no need to ask for the salt or inquire how their day has been, not when the quirk of an eyebrow or the ghost of a smile says it all. Yet, as he cuts his meat, Sweden mentions a new project he is working on: a small wood carving he hopes will soon join the others scattered throughout the house. And after a sip of his wine, Norway shares news of the garden: some of the courgettes are ready to be picked; does he fancy them stuffed tomorrow evening?

Sometimes, they even exchange tidings of friends they share or family they cherish. Finland has safely arrived in Hamburg for his music festival... Denmark has invited them over for cupcakes this weekend... Iceland has enrolled in a new course at university. This last piece of news, Norway elaborates on. They are brothers, after all. Thus, Sweden learns the nation he considers a son far more than a brother-in-law has decided to study geology again. Good. It has been about a hundred years since he last took that course; it will do him some good to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

Such short exchanges can hardly be considered conversations, but there is no need for more. Not for two nations content to simply bask in the quiet comfort of another's company.

Once the meal is finished and the table cleared, the couple retire to the living room. Here, the silence is broken yet again - this time, by the blaring television. Norway reaches for his book while Sweden flicks through the channels, searching for something to watch, settling on some detective show he's caught snippets of here and there. Their knees touching, shoulders brushing, they lean into one another, sharing a moment even though their minds are far away.  

It is a tranquil moment. Blissful peace for a while, until Sweden's need for sleep becomes too great to ignore. His knees creak as he stands, and there is a twinge in his back as he bends over to kiss his husband goodnight. How long until his hair turns grey? He can only hope time will see Norway and him grow old together, so they can live out these days of idle nothingness until the very end of their existence.

But as he makes his way to their bedroom, he steers his thoughts back to the present. Best to cherish what he has now instead of thirsting for more. Although there are other ways he could live his life, this one has brought him the most happiness thus far. And so he succumbs to sleep with thoughts of Norway as he must be now, in their living room, reading his book, with no plans of joining his husband anytime soon.

The next time he wakes, it is to the sound of clothes being shed and the dizzying sensation of the mattress dipping as Norway settles down for the night. Still half-trapped in the thralls of sleep, Sweden blindly reaches an arm out, so he can pull his husband close. Soft hair tickles his neck as cold limbs curl around his own, seeking the warmth that radiates from his body.

There are no whispered I love you's, no mumbled goodnights. Only a tender embrace in a silence so comforting, it says more than words ever could.

[marraiwa]

day 2 childhood

i never thought about it, but maybe bjarni taught hedvig to play the flute 🤔 (i don't know if there is any folk flute in scandinavia like umm ukrainian sopilka but it would be cool?)

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[marraiwa]

day 4 historical

1650s as always too tired to explain something ✌️

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[marraiwa]

day 7 free day

tw // bruises i think? idk i love bruises

i've needed a reason to draw bjarni in a hockey uniform for a long time (because it's pretty cute) so here's a super original au ice skater + hockey player (i'm sure they don't wear uniforms on trainings, but i don't care, i just want to draw it and who can stop me)

is it the last day already? wow the week has passed very fast. i've never done anything like this before so it was a very interesting first experience thank @sunorweek2022 for organizing it! 💕