#valterri

[driving-in-circles]

Watching the first episode of drive to survive is just constantly being reminded of my dead wives

[lewishamiltongender-moved]

[alexalbono]

F1 Drivers - My Earliest F1 Memories

[losermaxverstappen]

same exact energy

[sukunasrealm]

Toto 🥰 Lewis 🥰 Bottas x

[ask2pnordics-archive]

Valtteri: I just don’t get it, Willy!

Valtteri: You’ve been nothing but nice to him! A little too patient for my liking, even! Yet whenever you’re mentioned he looks like someone’s curb stomped his dog!

Valtteri: Even then I doubt he’d care about that, given what he does to █ █ █ █ .

Wilhelm: His displease with me is a bit..... annoying I suppose..

Valtteri: I know, Willy. I just can’t stand him sometimes! Valtteri: Someone needs to knock some sense into him. And if he doesn’t watch it, I just might be that someone. 

[ / A phone ringing can be heard in the background ]

Wilhelm: Oh, just a moment-

Valtteri: ?

[ / He reaches off screen to grab his work phone, pressing it to his ear. ]

Wilhelm: Hallå! Det här är Wilhelm.... Oh. Oh? Hjärtanskär, I'm going to have to go, it's a call from work.

Valtteri: Huh?

Valtteri: Oh! Valtteri: Okay! Call me back when you can? 

Valtteri: Rakastan sinua kuninkaani!!!

Wilhelm: Hej då.

[ / the call is disconnected. ]

Valtteri: ….

[ / Wilhelm is closed for questions. ]

[alexalbono]

👏👏👏👏👏

[ask2pnordics-archive]

Uh hey Valtteri, why did you call Wilhelm, Hani? Is it just a nickname or do you jave some juice for us?

Valtteri: Oh! It’s just a nickname, haha! I have a lot of those for him.

Valtteri: I’m not sure what you mean by “juice” though? So, sorry about that!

Valtteri: Is that all there is question wise…? Oh! Valtteri: It looks like we got a surplus of them out of the blue! Valtteri: Okay, let’s see… Valtteri: Oooh, These are interesting!

Valtteri: Well, I’m more than happy to share! I love telling this story. Or… stories.

Valtteri: Gods… It was a long, long time ago. I remember hearing word from a local settlement that strangers had breached their boats on the shoreline of what is now known as the Åland islands. So, I set off on a journey to find these strangers. I had to determine if they were friend or foe, after all; and way back then I was quite… skittish. I needed to confirm for myself that these so-called “newcomers” both A) existed, and B) were not a threat.

Valtteri: I found- well, more-so stumbled- upon their encampment set up on the municipality now known as Föglö. Given that there were at least a hundred men and women near the shoreline alone, however, I deemed it safest to watch on from the treeline and try to gauge their threat-level.

Valtteri: That, dear anon, is when I saw Wilhelm.

Valtteri: He was impossible to miss, given his gigantic stature; let alone his good looks. Never before had I see anyone so tall in my entire life! And I’d been around for quite some time by that point. 

Valtteri: I was intrigued instantly, yet I didn’t attempt to make any move to befriend these foreigners just yet. Their native-tongue wasn’t one I understood, and they were quite intimidating; what with the dark paint on their face, along with their weaponry. While they looked friendly enough, I couldn’t be certain.

Valtteri: I was able to tell that Wilhelm was someone that was like me, someone not mortal. Who he was, however, I had no clue. By this point Kalev was the only other being I had met that shared my predicament; and by that i mean someone who wasn’t a representative of Suomi.

Valterri: So… I tailed him. I wanted to know who he was; why he was here, where he came from! I don’t know exactly what I hoped to achieve, given the humongous language barrier between the both of us and all. But, back then this was the most rational course of action my frazzled mind could come up with.

Valtteri: For the entire day I stuck to the treeline, not once taking my eyes off of the strangers- who I would eventually learn were called the Gutes- as I tried to understand their mannerisms. 

Valtteri: Later that evening, I saw Wilhelm slip out from his tent and into the woods; passing me as he did so. Both curiosity and a territorial sense took over me, so I chose to follow him. 

Valtteri: We walked for what must have been an hour, me doing my absolute best to remain stealthy and undetected, before he finally came to a stop at a pond. I watched, shielded by shrubs, as he proceeded to strip and wade into the water.

Valtteri: … I’ll admit, I was staring. It wasn’t as if I’d never seen anyone bathe, or that I expected for him to somehow do it differently. I just liked what I was looking at.

Valtteri: … Remember how I mentioned I was trying to be stealthy? Well, I had utterly failed at it. I would learn later that he’d known of my presence ever since I had found them on the beach... Nothing gets past Kuninkaani, Ha!

Valtteri: When he called out to me I wasn’t sure how to react. I didn’t understand what he was saying, but I assumed he must have been talking to me. Either that, or he was talking to himself.

Valtteri: I remember freezing in place and trying to decide whether or not I should run off, wondering if he had truly been speaking to me. That’s when he turned to me, and beckoned me to join him. And, against every instinct I had screaming at me to do the opposite, I joined him.

Valtteri: Now that I think about it, Willy, you handled my creepy stalking really well! I wouldn’t blame you if you’d tried to stab me or something! Valtteri: We got together relatively shortly after our first encounter. He taught me old norse, and I taught him finno-ugric. The rest is history, really!

Valtteri: Although, we did “seal the deal” back in 1362 whenever I was called along with my representatives to participate in the election for the king of Sweden! But that’s a whole other story, anons.

Valtteri: Now… Did I miss anything, Willy? I don’t think I did…

Wilhelm: Yes, hjärtat, I believe you covered it all quite well. We've made it quite a long time, haven't we?

Valtteri: Yes we have! Jag älskar dig, Wilhelm.

Wilhelm: Jag älskar dig också, Valtteri.

[ / the tapping is now more frantic, the choppy sound accompanied by rhythmic humming in attempts of covering up his secret conversation from the other man. ]

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Valtteri: … What are you doing, Willy? 

Wilhelm: Hmm? Nothing, Kära. Just drumming. I have a lot of pent up energy, you know?

Valtteri: Ahh, hehe! My bad. You should go for a jog, Willy. Maybe that’ll help?

Wilhelm: Perhaps I will.