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Snippets of love [Happy birthday Skugginn]Iceland was certain that getting a label maker was the worst thing he had done. He actually only needed it for labeling which cup was his or Mr.Puffin's. It was totally fine until Hong Kong came for a visit and found it. He had been gone for 10 minutes. 10 minutes to get some wood for the fireplace and suddenly everything was labled. Labled in such stupid and ridiculous ways.Snippets of love [Happy birthday Skugginn] by PuffinPixel
He would be lying if he said he didn't have SOME fun reading nd removing the lables his friend had obsessively pasted wverywhere. Every now and then he would find some in Cantonese, meaning Hong Kong had either forgotten the English word for it, or made up one in his own language.
It was all fun and games until he found a label on his own ass that said "HK's bottom bitch".
He had never seen his friend run that fast before, and rightfully so.
Icelandic wrath is no game.
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A chimera's life [bonus chapter]He watched Mikkel leave for work like usual. A Saturday, so he had this day off to stay home and play with Elias. He wondered what the little boy was going to demand this time. He usually got very demanding when it was only the two of them, and Bjørn was more than happy to indulge the little child.A chimera's life [bonus chapter] by PuffinPixel
"Pappa!" a usually soft voice bellowed from the living room.
Yup, there it was. Elias would usually be very timid, quiet, shy. The second it was only the two of them, the child would let himself loose, demanding all sorts of things and was never afraid to show off his growing roars and yells. Often he would have Bjørn on his back and play fight. Bjørn would let him win every time, letting his instincts take over in times like those. Encouraging the child to learn how to fight was the best thing he could do as a father, so he would often pretend to hurt as well. The way his son's face lit up every time was worth a moment of humiliation, Bjørn thought