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"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.

"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.

"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"

Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.

"Here let me help!" Tino said, but he just got a death glare from the quiet Swedish man. "Or you could just take both."

Tino opened the door and flicked on the lights. He took a long sniff and sighed; "I missed the smell of this cabin!" he took off his scarf and beanie. Berwald took the suitcases to the room. "You could just leave them here!" Tino called. No response.

Tino cooked a warm stew for dinner. They then cuddled together under a blanket on the couch as they drank tea. Tino fell asleep quickly because of their long trip up. Berwald took his tea and set it on the table. He picked up his Finnish wife and carried him on his back to the bedroom. He drew the covers over the both of them and held Tino close.

The next morning Tino was ready and excited for a great day. "You ready?" he asked Berwald eagerly. He already had all of his snow gear on. No response from Berwald. They marched outside and grabbed their skis from the top of their car. "From here we take the bus to the lifts," Tino instructed. Berwald nodded.

As they walked through the snow to the nearest bus stop, Berwald grabbed Tino's skis from him. "Uh… I can carry them myself!" he insisted. Once again he didn't get a response. "Su-san! I just saw a deer!" Tino pointed into the woods.

On the bus Tino kicked his feet back and forth in excitement while Berwald held both pairs of skis. They made it to the lift and put their skis on. "This way!" Tino called. They glided over the snow and hopped on the lift. "Do you want to do a hard slope or an easy slope first?" Tino asked.

"Whatever," he replied.

"Ok, let's do an easy slope," they got off the lift and found a nice mild slope to ski down. "This is so much fun!" Tino was doing all these fancy turns and Berwald did perfect normal turns down the hill.

Every time they went up the lift the slopes they chose were harder. After about three hours, Tino decided they should have lunch. In the lodge, they had a sandwich. "Snow is great today, right?" Tino said.

"Yes," Berwald replied. In the afternoon, it started getting colder. On the lift, Tino began to shiver a bit. Noticing his discomfort, Berwald took off his scarf and wrapped it around Tino.

"Won't you get cold?" Tino asked. No response, again. They did all the slopes, except the hardest one of the mountain. It was super steep and narrow. You practically had to go straight down with no turns. "Ready? Let's go!" Tino led the way down the hill. It was a challenge, but the speed was exhilarating. "Su-san this is the best slope yet!"

Tino then heard a grunt and crash behind him. He stopped instantly and looked to see if Berwald was ok. He was nowhere to be seen on the trail. Then he noticed his navy blue coat off the trail near a tree. Tino shuffled up the hill to him. "Su-san! Are you ok?" Berwald was on the snow clutching his knee.

"I just lost control that's all," he attempted to get up, but he stumbled.

"Oh dear, let me help you," Tino helped the limping Berwald back on the trail. "We are far away from help, and we still have a long way down the hill." He then lifted Berwald on his back and started skiing down the slope carefully. Berwald heard Tino pant all the way down the hill. By the time they made it down, Tino's legs were shaking and he was out of breath. "Ok, we made it!"

They took off their skis and made their way to the bus stop. "I'll tend to your knee when we get to the cabin, Su-san." On the bus Tino was exhausted from the last slope. He dozed off. The motion of the bus made his head fall forward and he would jerk back to an upright position. This happened countless times. Berwald then took the liberty to put his arm around Tino and place his head on his shoulder. Tino slept soundly the rest of the bus ride.

Berwald carried Tino off the bus and carried him on his back to the cabin. The pain in his knee was excruciating, but he didn't want to wake Tino up. He made it to the cabin and set him on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Tino woke up randomly. "Su-san!" he said. Berwald woke up as well. "You carried me home, on that injured knee?! You should've just woken me up at the bus st—," but he was cut off by a gentle kiss and Berwald resumed sleeping.

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"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.

"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.

"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"

Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.

"Here let me help!" Tino said, but he just got a death glare from the quiet Swedish man. "Or you could just take both."

Tino opened the door and flicked on the lights. He took a long sniff and sighed; "I missed the smell of this cabin!" he took off his scarf and beanie. Berwald took the suitcases to the room. "You could just leave them here!" Tino called. No response.

Tino cooked a warm stew for dinner. They then cuddled together under a blanket on the couch as they drank tea. Tino fell asleep quickly because of their long trip up. Berwald took his tea and set it on the table. He picked up his Finnish wife and carried him on his back to the bedroom. He drew the covers over the both of them and held Tino close.

The next morning Tino was ready and excited for a great day. "You ready?" he asked Berwald eagerly. He already had all of his snow gear on. No response from Berwald. They marched outside and grabbed their skis from the top of their car. "From here we take the bus to the lifts," Tino instructed. Berwald nodded.

As they walked through the snow to the nearest bus stop, Berwald grabbed Tino's skis from him. "Uh… I can carry them myself!" he insisted. Once again he didn't get a response. "Su-san! I just saw a deer!" Tino pointed into the woods.

On the bus Tino kicked his feet back and forth in excitement while Berwald held both pairs of skis. They made it to the lift and put their skis on. "This way!" Tino called. They glided over the snow and hopped on the lift. "Do you want to do a hard slope or an easy slope first?" Tino asked.

"Whatever," he replied.

"Ok, let's do an easy slope," they got off the lift and found a nice mild slope to ski down. "This is so much fun!" Tino was doing all these fancy turns and Berwald did perfect normal turns down the hill.

Every time they went up the lift the slopes they chose were harder. After about three hours, Tino decided they should have lunch. In the lodge, they had a sandwich. "Snow is great today, right?" Tino said.

"Yes," Berwald replied. In the afternoon, it started getting colder. On the lift, Tino began to shiver a bit. Noticing his discomfort, Berwald took off his scarf and wrapped it around Tino.

"Won't you get cold?" Tino asked. No response, again. They did all the slopes, except the hardest one of the mountain. It was super steep and narrow. You practically had to go straight down with no turns. "Ready? Let's go!" Tino led the way down the hill. It was a challenge, but the speed was exhilarating. "Su-san this is the best slope yet!"

Tino then heard a grunt and crash behind him. He stopped instantly and looked to see if Berwald was ok. He was nowhere to be seen on the trail. Then he noticed his navy blue coat off the trail near a tree. Tino shuffled up the hill to him. "Su-san! Are you ok?" Berwald was on the snow clutching his knee.

"I just lost control that's all," he attempted to get up, but he stumbled.

"Oh dear, let me help you," Tino helped the limping Berwald back on the trail. "We are far away from help, and we still have a long way down the hill." He then lifted Berwald on his back and started skiing down the slope carefully. Berwald heard Tino pant all the way down the hill. By the time they made it down, Tino's legs were shaking and he was out of breath. "Ok, we made it!"

They took off their skis and made their way to the bus stop. "I'll tend to your knee when we get to the cabin, Su-san." On the bus Tino was exhausted from the last slope. He dozed off. The motion of the bus made his head fall forward and he would jerk back to an upright position. This happened countless times. Berwald then took the liberty to put his arm around Tino and place his head on his shoulder. Tino slept soundly the rest of the bus ride.

Berwald carried Tino off the bus and carried him on his back to the cabin. The pain in his knee was excruciating, but he didn't want to wake Tino up. He made it to the cabin and set him on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Tino woke up randomly. "Su-san!" he said. Berwald woke up as well. "You carried me home, on that injured knee?! You should've just woken me up at the bus st—," but he was cut off by a gentle kiss and Berwald resumed sleeping.