"I mean I've lived through some tough winters in the city but they're probably nothing like what you tough bastards are used to."

He smiled and leant into the long arms now cuddled around him. London's winters could be cold but Lapland? They were on an entirely different level altogether but the Brit was tougher than he looked and wanted to experience all of Aarne's land with him. Sipping his mead, he enjoyed the flavours now coating his tongue.

"I'm not sleeping anywhere else. Fuck that. I want to be with you, babe."

Joe grinned and offered his Fin up a kiss to his lips; a slow and meaningful kiss before breaking off and drinking more mead, finishing his wooden cup in one.