When the boats come in [Russia/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: When the boats come in
Characters/Pairing: Russia/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 300
Summary: Norway can't always make it up north when the Pomors come trading, but sometimes he can, and that's when they meet.
Other: Prompt was "Russia/Norway - Russenorsk and the Pomor Trade". (Original post)
When the boats come in
They came in the summer, when the sea was loose of its ice, and fish couldn’t be sold in the south for love or money.
It wasn’t often that Norway could make his way up there, to the northern parts of his land, where the sun didn’t set in the warm months. But now and then, he could get away, head up to Tromsø to take in the sight of the boats from the northeast. They’d come in to the harbour, resting fat and heavy on the water like well-fed seabirds, until their cargo of flour and grain was unloaded.
Sometimes, Russia came with the traders. Sometimes he didn’t. But sometimes he did.
This time, he did.
The word "hello" was on the tip of Norway’s tongue, but he didn’t get a chance to say it. Russia swept him up in his arms, right there on the dock, giving no mind to the presence of anyone else, the fact that they certainly weren't alone. “Norway! My dear friend! It’s so good to see you.” There was laughter in his voice, but the words were all that Norway heard, that mix of their languages rolling as roughly as the sea against their rocky shores.
When Russia finally put him down - and that was not until after Norway told him to at least three times - Norway looked up at him. There was that smile he knew, that kind he never could be sure of. It was warm, but warm in the same way as an arctic summer could be - and could turn just as quickly as the weather could. He knew that very well.
Still. Well, still. Norway grasped Russia’s hands, and when he said, “I’m glad to see you,” in the words they shared with no-one else, he meant it.
Characters/Pairing: Russia/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 300
Summary: Norway can't always make it up north when the Pomors come trading, but sometimes he can, and that's when they meet.
Other: Prompt was "Russia/Norway - Russenorsk and the Pomor Trade". (Original post)
When the boats come in
They came in the summer, when the sea was loose of its ice, and fish couldn’t be sold in the south for love or money.
It wasn’t often that Norway could make his way up there, to the northern parts of his land, where the sun didn’t set in the warm months. But now and then, he could get away, head up to Tromsø to take in the sight of the boats from the northeast. They’d come in to the harbour, resting fat and heavy on the water like well-fed seabirds, until their cargo of flour and grain was unloaded.
Sometimes, Russia came with the traders. Sometimes he didn’t. But sometimes he did.
This time, he did.
The word "hello" was on the tip of Norway’s tongue, but he didn’t get a chance to say it. Russia swept him up in his arms, right there on the dock, giving no mind to the presence of anyone else, the fact that they certainly weren't alone. “Norway! My dear friend! It’s so good to see you.” There was laughter in his voice, but the words were all that Norway heard, that mix of their languages rolling as roughly as the sea against their rocky shores.
When Russia finally put him down - and that was not until after Norway told him to at least three times - Norway looked up at him. There was that smile he knew, that kind he never could be sure of. It was warm, but warm in the same way as an arctic summer could be - and could turn just as quickly as the weather could. He knew that very well.
Still. Well, still. Norway grasped Russia’s hands, and when he said, “I’m glad to see you,” in the words they shared with no-one else, he meant it.
