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eveistdiepommes · 8 months ago

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REVERIE OF THE NORTH: We Were Tasked With Slaying the Demon Prince!

[Chapter One (Fanfic preview!)]

Hi everyone! So! This has been sitting in my document files for a very long time (going on like two months) so I’m posting it here first to kinda gauge if people like it! Kinda like a test run! I haven’t started working on the second chapter yet, but I do have guidelines for what happens in each chapter to aid me! Once I write a couple chapters, I’ll be posting this on AO3! As always, my fanfics are very silly and lighthearted, maybe a little out of character, so if that’s not your vibe, I completely get it! :D

Glittering sunlight poured into the garden, showering each flower and leaf with warmth they would otherwise not receive in the wild. This garden was a sanctuary for plant life in the coldest kingdom, and while this kingdom was indeed the coldest, it was by no means unforgiving. Other plants could survive just fine in their natural habitats, but these flowers were special. They weren’t native to the kingdom of Frost. Imported from the kingdom of Shadows, Tino requested these special blossoms to take care of and shower with his affections. He poured his heart and soul into taking care of these plants, priding himself on how long he’d been able to keep them alive. He had done such a spectacular job, that they started growing in more places on their own! This only furthered his determination. He wanted a garden full of them.

The prince knelt in the grass, the only grass not frozen over and covered in snow at this time. In his castle, Tino had a large courtyard-garden at the center. Protected by glass high above, it served as a sort of greenhouse. The young man was pruning his precious garden, devoted to making it the best habitat it could be. His hands had been lightly covered in dirt from his work, his pale-colored pants dyed with grass stains at his knees and shins. He gathered the overgrown roots and dead leaves in a homely wickered basket next to himself. He'd use them for compost later.

“Beautiful.”

Tino jumped as he heard a familiar low voice. Head spinning in the direction of the comment, he found exactly who he expected.

“Berwald! How long have you been standing there?” He chuckled softly, body relaxing after the initial shock. The stoic prince standing in the garden’s entrance looked on with fondness, usual scowl blissful at the moment. “You like the flowers? I’m so surprised they’ve multiplied this much! They must like me!” Tino joked, dimples ever present as he smiled. Berwald nodded, stepping further into the little sanctuary. He offered a gloved hand to the shorter male who went to eagerly take it before stopping himself. As if reading his mind, Berwald kept his hand out still.

“Gloves’r meant to get dirty.”

“Yer in m’brain!” Tino mimicked the shadow prince’s accent, earning an exhale from his nose. Yes! Alright! He got him to laugh! With the reassurance, Tino grabbed onto Berwald’s hand and let himself get hoisted up. He was short, but he wasn’t frail, and the fact that even then Berwald could lift him up like no problem, it made Tino feel safe somehow, secure. One would never guess the shadow prince’s strength from his lanky build, but he could seriously pack a punch! Tino had witnessed his strength first hand plenty of times. Once he was up, the smaller prince rubbed the dirt off of his hands and onto his pants; they were already stained anyways. He offered his companion a sweet smile before it slowly faltered into an anxious expression.

“Oh dear! What time is it? Did I lose track of time? I’m not even properly dressed ye-”

“I came early.” Berwald stated plainly, picking a twig out of the frost prince’s hair. Tino’s nerves melted away, and it showed on his round face. An exaggerated sigh escaped his lips.

“Don’t scare me like that, Ber!” He nagged playfully.

“Sorry.”

To the untrained eye, Berwald’s expression seemed very standard for him, flat. But Tino could tell he was smirking, the tall blond was just as playful! Berwald’s fingers stay in Tino’s pale locks, adjusting and brushing them to the side admiringly. As his bony digits lingered, Tino’s face began to feel warm.

“Yer cute when yer frazzled.” The shadow prince mumbled, matter of fact. Tino’s face was starting to flush. Growing up as being friends with Berwald should have made him used to these comments. But every time the prince said them, Tino felt his heart jump into overdrive. And recently, it was becoming unbearable. Noticing the shorter man’s cheeks reddening, Berwald took this as a sign to give him space. He pulled his hand away, not wanting to make his most cherished ally uncomfortable. Breaking the silence that had started to linger, Tino spoke up.

“Di-Did you have breakfast, Ber?” He chirped, picking up the basket of dead plant parts.

“Nm.” Berwald followed Tino like a lovesick puppy as he began guiding them out of the garden.

“Are you hungry?”

“Mmm…��

“You can eat with me if you’d like!”

“Mm.”

To outsiders, Berwald’s mumbles and grunts were indecipherable. To Tino, they were efficient and well crafted responses that wasted no time, perfectly understandable.

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After begrudgingly handing the basket of dead leaves and roots off to a maid, Tino and Berwald made their way into the kitchen. Countless times Tino had been told to stay out of the kitchen and let himself be waited on, but the frost prince would never listen. Letting his help do everything for him made him feel useless, spoiled, and ever since he was a child, he went out of his way to make chores easier on them. Even when this castle was bestowed upon him after his parents’ passing, he still kept up with helping the staff, much to their worry.

Eventually, breakfast was served! Tino and Berwald sat in the grand dining hall, Berwald at the head of the table after the frost prince insisted he sit there, and Tino on the side. The two were a precious display, awkward and annoyingly oblivious to each other’s intentions, but precious. The pale blond man ripped some bread in half, handing a piece to Berwald. Without missing a beat, the lanky prince added butter to the piece that was handed to him, placed it back on Tino’s plate, and waited for Tino to hand him the second half. And Tino did! They worked in perfect unison, each of their movements like some sort of strange waltz.

“You know, when I hand you bread, you can make it for yourself first.” Tino teased gently, holding back snickers. “You don’t have to put me first all the time, silly.”

“I do it because I want to.” Berwald hummed simply, taking a bite of his half. Tino’s heart felt fuzzy, warm. No, he didn’t like being waited on by staff or maids, but when Berwald did it, he didn’t mind at all. Maybe because he knew they were equals. Maybe because, like he said, Berwald only does it because he wants to do it. Because Berwald cares about him, genuinely. Realizing he had been staring wide-eyed at the shadow prince with a goofy smile for a good moment made him jump and, very obviously, turn himself away. Berwald stayed silent, corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly.

The two enjoyed their breakfast gleefully. Tino, as usual, did most of the talking. He spoke about his morning so far, what he was doing the night before, a strange dream he had, everything. He could be quite talkative, and Berwald loved it. Every time he got to hear Tino’s sweet, soft voice, he thanked the heavens above for such a blessing. The two laughed and enjoyed their time together before parting with the dining hall to continue on with their day.

“I should probably go get dressed…” Tino pouted childishly, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed Berwald’s arm gently, giving it a small squeeze. “Can you wait here in case the others show up before I'm back?” Berwald nodded once, earning himself another smile from his ally. “Thank you, Ber.” Without trying to overthink it, Tino let himself be selfish for a moment, hugging the tower of a man before swiftly running up the stairs. Berwald watched as Tino disappeared into the long hallway at the top of the staircase before shaking his hand excitedly and starting to pace.

This was a common occurrence. Berwald often got too happy for his body to handle, and thus, his hands would flutter. It was something he was often told to hide, something deemed ‘improper.’ But Tino knew of it, of course Tino knew of it, as did the other princes. They never once shamed him or belittled such actions, but lighthearted teasing was fair game. You could never tell from his face what he was thinking, but as soon as Berwald’s hand started to move, it was a tell-tale sign he was elated.

“Hey! What’s got you so riled up?” A shrill voice pierced through Berwald’s ears, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“I hope we didn’t miss anything important.” A smooth voice joined in, smugness audible.

Three young men walked up to Berwald, each with their own flair. Matthias, prince from the kingdom of Life, led the other two; Lukas, from the kingdom of Mystery, and his brother Emil, from the kingdom of Isolation. The tall prince’s expression became cold and stoic, returning to its natural state.

“We made a point to arrive on time, and look who’s always at Tino’s place before us! We should’ve anticipated this!” Matthias let out a hearty laugh, swinging his arm up and around the shadow prince’s neck. Lukas sighed, arms crossed elegantly.

“Leave him be, Matthias.” His cool tone was like running water, enigmatic. “But… I am curious about what exactly we were interrupting.” He smirked slightly.

“Hugged Tino.” Berwald responded in a flat mumble. Lukas’ eyebrows raised. Matthias’ grin grew wider.

“Oh yeah! That’s right! All your excitement goes to your hands instead of your-”

“Stop speaking.” Lukas glared, stepping up and slapping a hand over the life prince’s mouth, pulling him from hanging off of Berwald.

Emil watched the three interact from a distance, posture chary. He rubbed his arm, keeping himself from engaging, expression agitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to join in, it was just that he rather save his breath until he could be useful. He found this squawking to be unproductive at best, and down right insufferable at worst. Still, he couldn’t deny that some part of him liked it… Matthias’ loud jeers, his brother’s perfectly crafted quips, Berwald and Tino’s doting nature whenever it came to cheering the teen on, it was all comforting in some strange way. But Emil would be damned if he let them know that. It was more for their sake, keeping them at a distance like this.

“So where is Tino anyways?” Matthias finally asked once his mouth was released from its lavender scented prison. He placed his hands on his hips, eyes surveying the foyer. Everything about him took up space.

“Cha-”

“Hey guys!” A syrupy-sweet voice rained down from the top of the grand staircase. Tino had returned in his proper clothes, his fashion a bit more unique compared to the other princes of the north. His outfit consisted of a vest and blouse, covered by a beautiful, sky-blue tailcoat that had a caplet on the right shoulder, and of course, matching trousers. A small scabbard was strapped to his left thigh, holding a petite, intricate blade. As Tino would say, ‘you can never be too prepared!’ Everything was topped off with a white hat situated perfectly lopsided on his blond head. The four at the bottom of the staircase starred up, each with their own expression of warmth. But Berwald… Berwald was completely captivated.

Tino rushed down the steps, eager smile ever present. He hopped down the last step, heeled boots clicking up to the group excitedly. They added some height to his short stature.

“I’m so sorry if I kept you all waiting for long!” He chirped, voice wavering slightly from a sudden spike in nerves. The short man rubbed the back of his head, fidgeting.

“We just got here, don’t worry.” Lukas offered his friend’s bubbling anxiety some relief. And it was apparent it worked as Tino’s tension visibly dissipated.

“Oh thank goodness… I got a bit carried away this morning with gardening. I would’ve completely lost track of time if Ber didn’t come get me! Right, Ber?” The pale-blond looked up to the shadow prince, who was still staring hard at him. Everyone turned to look at him, expecting him to respond.

There was silence.

Berwald hadn’t registered that he was being spoken to yet, nor was he aware that the others were waiting for him to answer back, completely enraptured by the beauty of the frost prince. Matthias almost started to laugh, but Lukas seemed to read his mind and stomped on his foot to distract him. Matthias stumbled back, cursing under his breath, taking the lanky prince out of his daze. He blinked a few times, looking around from face to face. The conversation caught up to him in his head and he quickly forced out something to show the group he was listening.

”Mm.” He nodded once, much to the delight of Tino. Inside, Berwald felt as if he was burning alive from embarrassment. Lucky for him though, Matthias decided to take the stage again. He wondered if he did it on purpose, to give Berwald a chance to breathe, but it wasn’t like Matthias to be able to read the room. Perhaps his timing was just a pleasant coincidence.

“So! Why’d you gather all of us at your place, Tinny?” The boisterous tank of a man grinned with all his teeth, wordlessly declaring his joy in being with his friends. Tino’s expression faltered a bit, gloved hands reaching up to fiddle with his brooch. The four looked at him silently until they remembered. “Oh… Yeah… That’s right…”

”Let’s get into the Great Hall to discuss properly.” Tino’s voice was gentle, soft, whispered. He turned himself slightly, nodding his head to get the four to follow him.

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Terrorizing the kingdoms below them, countless armies of demonic creatures were sweeping the land. Those in the north were partially protected by their harsh conditions, their jagged mountains that resembled fractured icicles acted as teeth, chewing any human army to shreds and swallowing them down into the great, frozen abyss. The five princes were bonded by their borders, as they were the only kingdoms in this section of the world. To get to the nearest kingdom south, they’d have to travel by ship. If the armies advancing were composed of fellow mortals, there wouldn’t be much to worry about. But, these swarms consisted of otherworldly beings. There was no telling exactly how much time they had left before their villages were invaded. They had to act fast.

Tino sighed as Matthias exclaimed a few profanities. Berwald sat leaned forward, on the edge of his seat in deep contemplation. Lukas stayed poised, hand on his chin as his eyes shifted over to his brother, who had been keeping his head down for the past few minutes.

“Oh, lillebror, what are you thinking?” Emil glanced up slightly, though no words were verbally exchanged. He met his brother’s gaze before shifting his head back down anxiously.

The team of princes had been debating the topic of their next course of action for some time now, and they were at a dead end. Tino, Berwald, and Lukas wanted to take a diplomatic approach, figure out who, or more likely, what was controlling these forces and reason with it. Matthias, on the other hand, wanted to take the more vibrant approach of wiping out the armies and their leader completely, and though Emil didn’t speak up, he gave Matthias a rather eager nod of agreement. But that didn’t matter. Because for either plan to work, they needed to know where these demons were being summoned from. And since the princes hadn’t encountered the armies for themselves yet, they had no leads… Or so they assumed.

The room fell silent. Tino slumped forward as his hands rested on the table over a comprehensive map of their lands. Matthias and Berwald shared a look of acknowledgement, recognizing that they both wished they had something to say to save the day, and that they both wished they could say it before the other could. But both of them were just as stumped, leaving their rivalry at rest for now.

“Your dejected faces are making me feel hopeless.” Lukas’ smooth voice washed over them, a hint of amusement behind his cool tone. The short blond looked up, flashing his friend a small, weary smile.

“Well you would feel dejected too if you didn’t know anything about the enemy!” Matthias threw out, voice childish. There was a pause. “Unless…”

The room fell silent once again, this time with anticipation as each head turned expectantly towards the sorcerer. The bluebell eyed man smirked at them omnipotently.

“Well…?” Berwald’s rich voice interrupted the growing suspense.

“Hm? Oh. You were expecting me to say something?” Lukas asked nonchalantly, moving some of his longer locks out of his eyes. “I don’t know anything.” He stated simply, causing the room to sigh in anguish. “…Emil does though.”

And just like that, all eyes were gleaming Emil’s way. The youngest prince’s gaze widened as shock coursed through his veins. His expression turned sour as he went to tell off his brother, but no words would come out. His mouth was just opening and closing shakily. He felt apprehension bubbling in his core. Well, he might as well say something at least.

“I…” He started slowly, bowing his head back down to avoid the other princes’ stares. “I-I don’t know much! So don’t expect some fully formed idea.” The silver haired boy forced out, finding courage after a moment to lift his head just a tad. His eyes shifted from Matthias, to Berwald, and then settled on Tino. To him, Tino was the easiest to look at, especially with that dopey face of encouragement he received every time he went to speak.

“After the first couple of attacks, I got in touch with a distant kingdom who had been affected. I reviewed some reports of the creatures these armies are made of and, well… I identified them. Or-Or rather, more importantly, I identified the approximate location of where they’re coming from.”

“Ah! Emil is our savior!” Tino sang out, clapping his hands together. He looked to the youngest with a sparkle in his eye that even Emil found himself melting under.

“I-It’s not the exact location! I’m not even sure if it’s accurate at all!” He barked back, face tinted red. Tino’s wide grin didn’t let up though.

“It’s a better lead than any of us have.” Berwald joined in, giving Emil praise in his own, monotonous way.

“How did you even crack down on that!? That’s amazing!” Matthias shouted fervently. Lukas raised an eyebrow as he wondered how his brother would answer. There was some stuttering before Emil weakly got it out.

“Math…matics…” Not even he seemed sure of that response. But, Matthias bought it! And it seemed Tino and Berwald knew better than to press the volcanic boy on something he didn’t seem too keen on answering.

“Do you know anything else about these creatures?” The pale-blond asked curiously, sitting back down in his seat at the head of the table. Emil shifted a bit.

“Well,” The snowy-headed boy looked to his older sibling, who gave an inconspicuous nod to continue. “They feed on fear, for one thing. And they have to be controlled. They don’t really have minds of their own. Usually the one in control is someone of high ranking in the underworld. So, think of it like… a fellow prince?” The rest of the team fell back, astonished.

“So we need to find… A Demon Prince?” Tino whispered, not meaning to ask out loud. Emil nodded once.

With this newfound knowledge, the five princes of the north began to form a game plan. A declaration would be sent out to all villages, urging civilians to stay indoors while the rulers themselves sought out the Demon Prince. Once they located him, they would enact their diplomatic method first. If it did not go well, they knew they could count on Matthias to begin their plan B: a take down. Swiftly, they began preparing for their long trek to an uninhabited island, Sæhæfn. It was considerably south of their territories, near another kingdom that had surely felt the wrath of those diabolical troops. They’d make their way to the shoreline before boarding one of Matthias’ ships to be whisked away to the small, yet now imposing, isle.

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Tino pulled a sword from its rack, looking at it with a conflicted stare. Berwald looked up from packing one of many bags, gaze soft as he recognized the frost prince’s cute yet undoubtedly troubled expression.

“What’s wrong, Tino?” He asked quietly, shuffling over to the short prince. Tino jumped up in response, Berwald’s intense voice pulling him from his worried thoughts.

“Oh… Um! I just…” The light-blond put his sword down, turning to look at his companion. He leaned on the wall, feigning exhaustion. “If we’re going to be facing off against a demon prince, I don’t really know what weapon to bring. They all seem so… dinky… for the occasion.” Berwald listened intently, walking over and leaning against the wall next to the frost prince.

“Y’don’t need any of ‘em.”

“Wh-What!?” Tino shouted from Berwald’s surprising declaration, flabbergasted. The tall blond looked down to the other prince, offering him a smirk only he could recognize.

“Hold out yer hand in front of you.” Looking up to Berwald with a confused, curious shine in his eyes, he stood up straighter and held his hand outstretched beyond him. The stoic shadow prince moved to stand in front of him, surveying his form. He nodded, as if whatever he was observing was obvious. Tino felt his face heating up, suddenly bashful. What was Berwald doing? He was being so mischievous today.

“I was right. Y’don’t need any of ‘em.” The lanky prince fixed his glasses a bit, setting them higher on his nose bridge. Tino burst into a chuckle, albeit shy.

“Ber! I can’t just bring nothing! What if something happens on the way?”

Berwald grabbed Tino’s outstretched hand, bringing soft, rounded knuckles up to graze his lips upon. Tino’s hazel eyes widened, and for a moment, he was sure his heart beat was audible to anyone around. His pale face was painted a striking red.

“I’ll be there.” Berwald answered the smaller prince’s question in a signature mumbled tone. Tino felt like he could burst. Without even realizing it, he began to smile, a soft, genuine smile. He stepped closer to Berwald, giving the towering prince’s hand a squeeze.

“Then I guess I really don’t have anything to worry about after all.” He snickered, eyes delicate.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Hey, are you guys ready to go?” Lukas peered into the armory, body tilted to the side. Tino had jumped back, turning his head to hide his colorful face. Following his lead, Berwald removed his hand from Tino’s and stood rigid like a statue. That was him acting ‘natural.’ Lukas watched them for only a second, smug smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“W-We’re ready! We’ll be out in a minute!” Tino waved the mystery prince along, who only nodded and mercifully left without a second word. There was silence. Tino looked back to Berwald cautiously to meet his eyes. The shadow prince offered him a look of reassurance that they were indeed alone again.

“I…Really should have something just in case…” Tino trailed off, anxiety still not completely settled. And, understanding this, Berwald walked over and grabbed the frost prince’s crossbow from the wall. Without a word, he placed it in Tino’s hands, earning himself another surprised and elated smile from his dearest ally.

The two met with the other three at the entrance of Tino’s castle. Each one of them had changed into more battle-ready, adventuring gear. It had been awhile since the five of them set out on some grandiose journey together.

“I feel like we’re kids again!” Tino giggled sweetly, looking back to the group as he led them out. Each of them showed their agreement in their own way.

The group stepped out into the glittering sunlight, determined. It was time for them to venture beyond the white mountains. If not for themselves, then for their people, for the sake of humanity itself.

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95jezzica · 4 years ago

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Human Nordics

I’m in a Nordic mood so I was thinking about what their family lives/relations might be like in a Human AU. To start this off I should say I normally headcanon their names to be Lukas Steilsson (* - read note. - Nor), Mathias Køhler (Den), Björn Oxenstierna (Swe), Emil Steilsson (Ice), Timo Väinämöinen (Fin), Karl Oxenstierna (Ladonia) and Peter Kirkland (Sealand).

( * - “But wait, isn’t Norway’s surname Bondevik?” - It was one of Norway’s suggested surnames by Himaruya many years ago, and for a long time it was also the most popular to use. However, since the surname has bad political connections in Norway, it was generally decided by the older fandom (myself included) to use one of the other suggested surnames instead. I chose to go with Steilsson. It’s one of the surnames Himaruya chose for Iceland, and while the name is not strictly an Icelandic name the “-sson” surnames are very common in the Scandinavian countries. Letting Norway and Iceland share the surname Steilsson also felt like a nice reference to them being brothers.) -

Honestly? While their names work well in nation-verse their surnames don’t fit as well in a Human AU - especially since I also hc Norway, Denmark, Sweden and Iceland to be siblings and would like them to have the same surname (or at least not 3-4 different ones). Thus I would likely give them all the surname Steilsson, since it’s a more neutral Scandinavian surname than ‘Køhler’ or ‘Oxenstierna’, while Fin/Timo would keep Väinämöinen and is a close childhood friend who at some point got un-officially adopted into the family.

If we also go with the route of a future SuFin-marriage I honestly think Swe/Björn would be more likely to take Fin/Timo’s surname than the other way around (and tbh Björn Väinämöinen has a nice ring to it), but if you’re not a fan of the ship you can skip this part.

As for jobs I think:

- Lukas likely works the stock market and is crazy good at it. Almost filthy rich. Also helps Mathias out part-time with administrative work to make sure the paperwork is filled in correctly. I can also see Lukas being a current or former skiing master on professional level.

- Mathias would be perfect as an electrician with his own company. Lukas helps him with some of the administrative work part time to make sure the paperwork is done correctly (which my headcanoned Mathias’ ADHD likely makes it harder to focus on), but Mathias does a great job with his company and earns a decent amount of money.

- Björn is absolutely a kindergarten/pre-school teacher. The pay isn’t great, but he loves kids and they love him. Peter would be one of the 1-6 year old kids in his class. (Peter would live with his single guardian, either brother or dad, Eng/Arthur.) Haven’t decided if Karl should be the Nordics’ youngest sibling or Björn’s son, but either way Björn has custody of the lil’ sassy child and Karl grows up with Björn as his father-figure, no matter their biological ties.

- Ice/Emil is the one I see as still being in school, likely being a teenager around 14-16 years old. In canon nation-verse Denmark raised him, and while I think it would be more of a full sibling effort in this human AU before they began to move out, Emil likely still live with Mathias here. Lukas may or may not (still) live with them as well, but if he’s skiing on a professional level he would have to travel around a lot for competitions and training, so it would make more sense to let Emil live with Mathias to make sure he gets to live a stable life.

- Fin/Timo was the most difficult to decide on for me. I can see him being former military, but afterwards... I’m not so sure. Possibly driving the snowmobiles and shoveling snow during the snow seasons, or perhaps being some kind of social worker. Tbh I’m not sure, so I’ll have to think more about this one. (Suggestions are welcome below, if you have any.) .

v [This is getting long, so I’m placing the rest below ‘Keep Reading’.] v

I imagine the Nordics’ parents died fairly young, so for the most part the siblings had to raise themselves with Lukas, Mathias and Björn being forced to take on more parental role for Emil and Karl. They probably met Timo while in foster care system and/or at an orphanage and grew up really close together and love each other very much. However, in early adult age (18-24 years old?) Björn eventually wanted to move out (to “test his wings”?) from their then shared apartment and ended up in a pretty bad fight with Mathias over it, who wanted them all to stay/live together. - “We have always stayed together - why change it now!?” - It took a long time for them to patch up their relationship after their fight, something which I imagine affected the whole family.

Björn and Timo might have been roomates for a while during the fight, before Timo left for the military, but further into adult age all the Nordics lived separately. (With the exception of Emil and Karl then, being kids).

[The SuFin-part of me imagine Björn and Timo took a long time to actually become a couple, but they eventually move in together again when they’re both around... say 30-35 years old? As briefly mentioned earlier I also think it’s more likely Björn took Timo’s surname if/when they get married, making them Timo and Björn Väinämöinen, with Karl then being allowed to choose if he also wants to change his surname. ]

Purely on a platonic level I imagine Timo on Lukas to likely be the closest to each other, sharing a lot of interests and the need to dote on Emil. (Who may or may not secretly enjoy it, but is also a teenager who finds being shown affection in front of his friends 100% embarrassing). x)

Lukas’ and Mathias’ relationship took a lesser hit because of their own fight when Lukas also moved out (or started to travel more as a skier?), but at that point Emil had had enough and exploded on them both. Told them off for being stupid. That patch up went quickly/quicker, and was also what made Mathias realize that his ongoing fight with Björn was kind of stupid too, and not worth it. Though it helped that Emil also exploded on both Mathias and Björn over how stupid the two of them were being. (Emil was tired of the fights, and sometimes an explosion of anger from the affected third party is what’s needed to realize how stupid the fight actually is.) .

In present time all of them are close siblings and friends again (and possibly also a couple in SuFin-case?) , and I imagine their relationship to be much stronger now than even before the fight.

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