Fluff's never enough!

No longer welcome

Summary:

Missing moment from the second chapter of my fic 'Find your mirror', focused on the not-easy-at-all relationship between Jonathan and Harold.
Jonathan should better think twice before sharing with Harold his excitement for some countries and their holiday traditions.
But making peace (in their toxix way) is probably the best part of their constant bickering.
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 31: Holiday Traditions

Notes:

IMPORTANT: If you don't know 'Find your mirror' , it won't be easy to understand this story, but not that much: imagine an all human AU, where Ten is none other than Jonathan Smith, brilliant inventor with a generous soul, while Harold is the his nemesis, an inventor like him, but with a darker nature.
Obviously, it can't be all sunshine and puppy dogs between them, but that's the beauty of it.

Let's just say that if in here you recognize something of the Doctor and the Master even in a totally different context then I have done my job quite well ^^ '.

I will not put final notes, also because this is the last day of Flufftober, I do not have to announce anything that will come later ... I have finished bothering you with this challenge of which it is evident that at least nobody cared ... : '(

No longer welcome

"I'm sure you'll like where we're going!" Jonathan exclaimed, all excited, driving his blue camper.

"Well that's up to me to decide." Harold muttered skeptically. "I just don't understand why you wanted to take me to Oslo!"

Jonathan turned to him, with an expression between amazement and disappointment. "But .. how did you understand it?"

"I'm not stupid, I guessed on my own that we are not going to the Caribbean and then the last road signs I saw were very exhaustive." The other sneered.

"Oh well, you may have guessed the destination, but you still don't know the reason." Jonathan did not lose heart.

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No matter how beautiful the things they visited were, such as the snowy landscape, the historic center, the characteristic fjord, theOperahuset, a structure so particular that it looks like an iceberg out of the sea that surrounds a large part of the capital, and the stupendous frozen lake Sognsvann.
Of all those days of vacation he was enjoying with his boyfriend, Jonathan just wanted to get to Christmas Eve.

And that day came.

Over the course of the day, as they strolled through the streets of the village, Harold watched in perplexity as all the Norwegian women prowled around with a broom in their hands, looking for the most ingenious place to hide it.

"You've seen them too, John, haven't you?" he asked him.

"That's just it, honey!" chuckled his boyfriend. "It's all part of a Norwegian tradition: they are convinced that the night leading up to Christmas is the most favorable time for witches, demons and evil spirits to enter homes and steal brooms to soar in the sky to terrorize people, but without available brooms this cannot happen. " he explained, all elated. "Don't you find all of this magnificent? How can a little popular belief like this make everything so imbued with magic? "

"Oh yes, love, it's really fascinating." Harold pretended to humor him.

This gave him an idea.