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Second Look [Hannu -> Anssi]
Title: Second Look
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: 10+
Length: 450 words
Summary: Since when is he so tall?
Other: Flashfic written for Synchronised Screaming, a flashfic challenge. Prompt was: Hannu/Anssi, in which Anssi used to be the little kid who would tag along with their friend group but now he can lift Hannu up with one hand. [Original post]
Second Look
He didn't think about it. Hannu didn't think about it. He tried not to, at least.
He didn't think about that time the other day, when the sidewalks had been slippery as hell. He was used to walking on ice, could do it at any time, no problem. But even he slipped sometimes. And that day, he did slip. Fell flat on his ass, letting out a yelp as he went down.
For a second or two he stayed down there, startled, the cold seeping into his clothes through the damp ice and snow. Nothing twisted or broken, he could tell. But there would be bruises tomorrow. He tried to get up, but that was easier said than done. Even when he put a hand down to steady himself, it slipped.
There was a crunching sound as someone came up nearby, walking slowly. Heavy footsteps. Hannu didn't bother to look.
A large hand dipped down. Grabbed him by the jacket. Hauled him up and set him without a word on the snowy grass, away from the ice.
"Thanks," Hannu muttered, brushing himself off, not bothering to hide how annoyed he was. "I could have got up by myself." That was when he turned to look at who he was talking to.
Turned and looked up.
Anssi peered down at him. He stood with his gloved hands shoved in his pockets, the flaps from his hat pulled down snugly over his ears, his cheeks pinched pink from the cold. For a moment, he looked like he might say something. Then he just shrugged. "Okay," he said, and nothing else.
Then he stepped past Hannu. Went on his way.
Hannu watched him for a second or two. Then he bent to brush the slush and snow from his trousers, swearing under his breath.
Who did that kid think he was, anyway?
That's what Hannu asked himself later, during the night. After supper. After he'd let out Ville for the night. He put on some music, and rested back in bed, staring up at the ceiling and the winter night's sky through the window.
He couldn't get that moment out of his head. Those large, strong hands. How Anssi had hauled him up as if he weighed nothing. How he'd had to tilt his head up to look at his face.
Since when did he have to do that to look at him?
It annoyed him. When had Riikka's kid brother gone from being the snot-nosed brat who'd tag along with the group to someone who could pick him up like that? Hannu thought about it.
He couldn't remember.
Eventually, he dozed off, thinking of that tall, quiet shadow, and those large hands.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: 10+
Length: 450 words
Summary: Since when is he so tall?
Other: Flashfic written for Synchronised Screaming, a flashfic challenge. Prompt was: Hannu/Anssi, in which Anssi used to be the little kid who would tag along with their friend group but now he can lift Hannu up with one hand. [Original post]
Second Look
He didn't think about it. Hannu didn't think about it. He tried not to, at least.
He didn't think about that time the other day, when the sidewalks had been slippery as hell. He was used to walking on ice, could do it at any time, no problem. But even he slipped sometimes. And that day, he did slip. Fell flat on his ass, letting out a yelp as he went down.
For a second or two he stayed down there, startled, the cold seeping into his clothes through the damp ice and snow. Nothing twisted or broken, he could tell. But there would be bruises tomorrow. He tried to get up, but that was easier said than done. Even when he put a hand down to steady himself, it slipped.
There was a crunching sound as someone came up nearby, walking slowly. Heavy footsteps. Hannu didn't bother to look.
A large hand dipped down. Grabbed him by the jacket. Hauled him up and set him without a word on the snowy grass, away from the ice.
"Thanks," Hannu muttered, brushing himself off, not bothering to hide how annoyed he was. "I could have got up by myself." That was when he turned to look at who he was talking to.
Turned and looked up.
Anssi peered down at him. He stood with his gloved hands shoved in his pockets, the flaps from his hat pulled down snugly over his ears, his cheeks pinched pink from the cold. For a moment, he looked like he might say something. Then he just shrugged. "Okay," he said, and nothing else.
Then he stepped past Hannu. Went on his way.
Hannu watched him for a second or two. Then he bent to brush the slush and snow from his trousers, swearing under his breath.
Who did that kid think he was, anyway?
That's what Hannu asked himself later, during the night. After supper. After he'd let out Ville for the night. He put on some music, and rested back in bed, staring up at the ceiling and the winter night's sky through the window.
He couldn't get that moment out of his head. Those large, strong hands. How Anssi had hauled him up as if he weighed nothing. How he'd had to tilt his head up to look at his face.
Since when did he have to do that to look at him?
It annoyed him. When had Riikka's kid brother gone from being the snot-nosed brat who'd tag along with the group to someone who could pick him up like that? Hannu thought about it.
He couldn't remember.
Eventually, he dozed off, thinking of that tall, quiet shadow, and those large hands.