Glada Vappen!

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.

In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.

He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.

That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.

Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.

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[riff_razor]

"You know how Hunter is with the nicknames." Rik sighed but there's a giggle because he doesn't mind the singer's behavior. Long ago he had learned that it was an act of love, even when it was annoying or embarrassing.

"I could play something for you." The Dane grinned and started playing one of Billy's guitar lines from a Hell's Angels' song on the harp. He'd heard them many times, and watched Billy play enough that he knew the notes from memory now. Rik glances around, relaxing and feeling some of the stress and exhaustion fading away.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Yeah. I think he calls my brother Blond Beauty? It has me laughing all the time."

Because it was so cheesy but loving in many ways too since Hunter was so utterly smitten with Gilly. At least Gilly had someone to love now and wasn't such a mopey, bitchy trashmouth as he was before. The Brit's eyes lit up at the idea of Rik playing something for him on the harp.

"You're so good with your fingers, smukke."

Smiling, Billy meant it in a dirty way but also seriously because his Dane was so good on the harp. Even at the recital, Billy was staring the whole way through, not taking his eyes of Rik and his skilled fingers.

[riff_razor]

"It's better than flower or petal. He calls the rest of us that, even Vars." Rik chuckled quietly because that would never get old, giggling about Hunter calling Vars flower names when he was drunk.

"Is Gilly here?" Rik asked curiously while he played randomly on the harp.

The dirty undertones get Rik blushing red and he pokes Billy's sides for it. "What would you like me to play?"

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Flower and petal?"

That got the Brit giggling loudly for a moment or two before he managed to still himself. Hunter was a good man but sometimes the names that came out his mouth were hilarious. Who knew what he called Gilly. Billy didn't really want to know because it was probably either cutsie or dirty.

"Tarty trashmouth? Uh---probably? If Hunter is here then my brother can't be far behind. He might be over by the booze table getting drunk on mead."

As for what Rik wanted to play for Billy, the Brit shrugged. He just wanted to cuddle up to the Dane and enjoy his company sat before the warm fire.

"Surprise me, smukke."

[riff_razor]

"It's another way you two are alike." Rik grinned widely. "Both of you follow us around like lost puppies."

Rik is teasing and he loves having someone kind and caring with him, that wants to be with him all the time. He lays his weight back into Billy like he is the most comfortable lawn chair. Without any direction he starts playing the song from his recital, the one he wrote for Billy, though he isn't singing, only playing.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Are you saying I'm tarty like my trashmouth baby brother?"

Billy just grinned and was teasing the Dane more than anything as he held the lighter man in his arms. The music was soft and soothing and it immediately took the Brit back to the recital. The day where everyone came to watch Rik play on his harp. Oh, could he play. Billy was taken aback with the skill and was just hooked on Rik the whole way.

"I love this. You sexy smukke you."

[riff_razor]

"Sometimes." Rik laughed. "Does that get me in trouble?"

He's growing nervous because of something he has in the back of his mind. Slowly he stops playing and sets the harp up on it's base. Then he sits up too, turning enough to look at Billy. There's butterflies in his stomach all the sudden as he fishes around in his pants pocket.

"I have something for you." He smiles nervously and holds out his hand before opening his hand. There's a silver chain and pendant with a pair of Danish Krone on the chain too. The pendant is a locket and inside there is a lock of Rik's hair, gently rolled and fixed inside.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Maybe. It might earn you a blowjob and a good fucking after that."

Billy giggled slightly and then noticed Rik's face and how it became more serious. He almost looked nervous and this caused a slight frown to cover the Brit's face. Rik had something for him? Eyes snapping to where the Dane was fishing around in his pants pocket, Billy just smiled slightly unsure.

"You've got something for me? Oh...."

Taking the silver chain and pendant, Billy's eyes widened a little because no one ever gave him gifts. Not even the lovers he'd had in the past. Those that had stayed long enough that was. But this? This was melting the Brit's heart already. He opened the locket and noticed that blond hair inside.

"You shouldn't have, mate. Money too? Danish...Krone? Do I get to spend this at the next carnival we go to back in Denmark? I...this means a lot to me, Rik. Thank you."

Billy just pulled Rik close and kissed him on the lips, long and slowly, before breaking off and nuzzling into that big, fluffy hair.

[riff_razor]

Rik giggled. "Then you are the tartiest guitarist I've ever met."

He's amused and impossibly happy to be here with the Brit despite his nervousness. That all fades away when he sees the way Billy lit up at the gift. The reaction got to his heart. He was in love though still reluctant to say it out loud.

"It's not for spending." Rik tells him before leaning into that kiss, slow, loving and enjoying Billy's presence in the moment. As they pull back, Rik takes the necklace out of Billy's hand to put it on the Brit.

"I know we're going to be separated again. I wanted you to have something to take home." Rik feels so nervous but also happy, maybe that's why it was so nerve wracking. This matters so much.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Tartiest guitarist? Is that so? You cheeky bastard."

Billy laughed and then nuzzled into Rik's hair, giggling at the comment. Perhaps he was tarty since Gilly was much more tartier than him. He was full on girly bitchy tartmouth. The gift though? It made the Brit's heart beat that bit faster because it was something special from his Dane.

"I know. I wouldn't anyway since it's from you, smukke. I love you."

Kissing Rik on the lips softly, Billy wrapped both arms around his boyfriend and smiled.

[riff_razor]

"Aarne calls you two the Tart Twins." Rik laughs at the nuzzling which tickles. It almost has the Dane wiggling away.

"In my culture it has meaning to give people coins." Rik smiles and relaxes into those arms. It felt nice here. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come to Denmark with me for a few weeks after the tour ends?"

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"He does? Him and Joe are the Trash Twins then. Me and you are the Terror Twins."

Then, Rik was asking Billy if he wanted to visit Denmark with him. His face lit up and he couldn't help but kiss the Dane on his lips softly. The very idea made him feel warm inside because he'd love to visit his lover's homeland. It meant a lot to the Brit.

"I'd love to, mate. Does this mean I'll get a lot of Danish sausage and pastry?"

Of course his mouth was also trashy.

[riff_razor]

Rik just starts laughing. "Does that mean Vars and Viktor are the Trouble Twins?"

This was a funny game of naming though he was soon laughing into the kiss.

"I'll be in the dorms so maybe not for breakfast." Rik flushed and who knew whether he was talking about breakfast or something dirtier at this point.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"They're the fire twins. Crazy bastards who beat themselves up in the name of love."

Billy thought it was amusing though even if he didn't understand how being smashed into a wall of piece of furniture was arousing. The blond would rather be snuggling with his Dane then pushing him over a table.

"I'll break into your dorm and fuck you in bed. No one will know."

Just in case the people in the dorms made them sleep apart. Billy didn't know the rules regarding lovers of the same sex back in Denmark. He didn't want to get Rik in trouble.

[riff_razor]

"I guess it makes them happy. I bet he's sweet to Viktor when no one is looking." Rik knew a bit about how the Norwegian treated lovers.

"Are you going to climb into my window again?" Rik giggled. "I'm old enough to rent a place now."

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"That's the important thing. They may be crazy as fuck but Viktor seems happier now he's met Vars. They both do. Before he met your bassist he was a broody, miserable sod a lot of the time."

When wasn't the punk broody or miserable? He was often aggressive because he was alone with no one to love him, not really. Not the way he needed anyway. Vars had improve the punk's life for the better and Billy knew this.

"You bet I am, smukke. I won't be able to stop myself trying to take a peek at you undressing. Better still I'll undress you myself."

The Brit giggled and bopped Rik's nose playfully with his finger.

[riff_razor]

"Vars was trash before and always drunk. He's let up a little." Rik leaned in and whispered to Billy. "I think Vars is more than hot for Viktor. I think he's in love with him by how he looks at him."

Rik was seeing the other side of it. Their bassist was pulling out of his alcoholism that hadn't let up in years. He laughed easier, was getting into pranks again. What was most important though was what Rik saw in his expression when he looked at Viktor when he thought no one was watching. Vars was head over heels for the other punk.

"I'll try to get something off campus this semester." He leaned into Billy laughing and red in the cheeks. "I like when you undress me."

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Vars is punk trash. Viktor is more angry, broody trash. You reckon he's in love with Viktor? It's so hard to tell with them fighting each other all the time. Crazy fucking punks."

Billy grinned and stroked some of Rik's hair above his eyeline. All he could think about now was sneaking into the Dane's room to be with him. A sneaky move but one Rik would appreciate none the less. Fuck everyone else.

"You bet I'm going to undress you, smukke. I'll fuck you into the mattress and pull your hair."

A coy glance and Billy was then leaning into Rik, kissing his chin.

[riff_razor]

"Vars can be trashy." Rik laughs a little, leaning in to his lover. "It's not hard to tell. Watch how Vars touches him when they aren't pushing and fighting."

Rik had seen Vars with lovers before and knows how to tell when the man was in love.

"Later." Rik blushed all across his cheeks as he rested against Billy. This felt good just laying against the Brit. His mind was on other things as he sat the harp up on it's feet while shifting. He kissed Billy's cheek then leaned on his shoulder to get close.

"I love you." He spoke quietly because he hadn't said that before which instantly blushed his cheeks.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"The punk can be trashy? Really? I'm guessing he's more into leather and whips then trashy stuff. But you know him better than me being in his band. Is he a soft bastard at heart? Viktor doesn't speak much about that part."

Billy knew there was a reason why the Brit punk was so tight-lipped about his relationship with Vars. It was his pride and ego mostly. Vars was his and everyone in the Angels knew this most of all.

"Later? Ok, smukke. You're a cute fluffy Dane."

Giggling softly, Billy kissed Rik on the nose and slid his fingers into that mass of hair. Just to hear those words made his heart flutter almost.

[riff_razor]

"We used to laugh at how he would get drunk and women would slap him for being rude." Rik raised an eyebrow at what Vars was into and laughing shyly. H was sure he was. "If Vars likes someone he'd give them the clothes off his back. I know he was madly in love with his wife and almost gave up music for her."

He's glad Vars didn't. The punk probably would have been miserable, more miserable than he was after the break up. "Vars doesn't do anything in halves. When he's in then it's everything. I don't think Viktor realizes he's in love with him so much."

Rik giggled and leaned into the hand while slowly playing the harp. This was nice and needed in the middle of the whirlwind that was the tour.