3. Hockey is a serious matter. Canada isn’t the only country who takes the sport of hockey seriously. Finland and Sweden never miss a game during the season, jerseys on and yelling at the tv at the top of their lungs (once the novelty of watching Sweden actually yell has worn off Sealand tends to find other places to be when games are on to get away from the crazy). Normally it’s also a love they can share, rooting for the same teams in both the Finish and Swedish leagues.
Of course, the Sweden vs. Finland games are a completely different matter.
To keep things civil in their household, they have instituted a sort of friendly game of their own. Each timeout imposed on their team gains the other a hand job, each goal is worth a blowjob, and the winner gets their pick of sexual favor.
He is surprised to discover that Sweden is partial to lap dances.
4. He loves the sound of the Finish language. Finland, out of necessity, has become quite good with languages. He knows Swedish,because that was what Sweden wanted him to speak once upon a time. He’s also fluent in Russian, because that was the only way to stay one step ahead of doom during those years he lived with Ivan.
And then there is Finish, the beautiful language that was one of the first things that was all his.
Su-san had requested of him, when they were getting back on even keel after Finland won his independence from Russia, that he teach him his language. As Sweden’s grasp had started to improve, Finland had taken to speaking it around the house so Sweden could get more practice. It seemed not to be working though, because often he would look to Sweden for a reply and the man would just blink at him for a moment before asking him to repeat what he just said. He had begun to worry he was speaking too fast, because Sweden seemed perfectly capable when he was speaking the language on his own, when one day he had turned around for a reply and found himself trapped between the counter and the larger nation. Sweden had taken his face between those wonderfully large hands, apologized for not being able to pay attention, and lowered his head for a kiss that stole Finland’s breath away.
Eventually he had pulled back and insisted into Finland’s hair that he really was trying. Finland had pushed himself up on the counter so they could be at the same height and drew Sweden close again.
(Much much later, as they lay tangled in the sheets of Sweden’s bed, the larger nation had asked him to repeat what he’d missed earlier because he really did want to learn, and he had not been able to keep from laughing because that was such a Sweden thing to say.)
5 Things Finland Has Learned About Sweden Since He Started Sleeping With Him, part 2
Canada isn’t the only country who takes the sport of hockey seriously. Finland and Sweden never miss a game during the season, jerseys on and yelling at the tv at the top of their lungs (once the novelty of watching Sweden actually yell has worn off Sealand tends to find other places to be when games are on to get away from the crazy). Normally it’s also a love they can share, rooting for the same teams in both the Finish and Swedish leagues.
Of course, the Sweden vs. Finland games are a completely different matter.
To keep things civil in their household, they have instituted a sort of friendly game of their own. Each timeout imposed on their team gains the other a hand job, each goal is worth a blowjob, and the winner gets their pick of sexual favor.
He is surprised to discover that Sweden is partial to lap dances.
4. He loves the sound of the Finish language.
Finland, out of necessity, has become quite good with languages. He knows Swedish,because that was what Sweden wanted him to speak once upon a time. He’s also fluent in Russian, because that was the only way to stay one step ahead of doom during those years he lived with Ivan.
And then there is Finish, the beautiful language that was one of the first things that was all his.
Su-san had requested of him, when they were getting back on even keel after Finland won his independence from Russia, that he teach him his language. As Sweden’s grasp had started to improve, Finland had taken to speaking it around the house so Sweden could get more practice. It seemed not to be working though, because often he would look to Sweden for a reply and the man would just blink at him for a moment before asking him to repeat what he just said. He had begun to worry he was speaking too fast, because Sweden seemed perfectly capable when he was speaking the language on his own, when one day he had turned around for a reply and found himself trapped between the counter and the larger nation. Sweden had taken his face between those wonderfully large hands, apologized for not being able to pay attention, and lowered his head for a kiss that stole Finland’s breath away.
Eventually he had pulled back and insisted into Finland’s hair that he really was trying. Finland had pushed himself up on the counter so they could be at the same height and drew Sweden close again.
(Much much later, as they lay tangled in the sheets of Sweden’s bed, the larger nation had asked him to repeat what he’d missed earlier because he really did want to learn, and he had not been able to keep from laughing because that was such a Sweden thing to say.)