Home at Last

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    After the long ride from the danish castle they had finally made it home. It was late at night and Berwald was tucking in the finnish prince alongside the puppy Hanatamago.

"It was fun with Mikkel and the others, but it's really nice to be home." Tino sighed hugging the familiar blankets close to him. 

"Ya." The tall Swede agreed.

"I can't wait for Mikkel's coronation, it will be lots of fun as well."

"Mhm."

"I think Mikkel will be a great king, despite what his mum says."

"He will."

"And I'm so glad he has Lukas, they will be so happy ruling Denmark together!"

"Tino." 

   Tino looked up at Berwald's gruff face and piped down. The giant only wanted the boy to rest, and stop over thinking the Danish princes situation. 

"Ber?" 

"Mm."

"I am really glad I have you too, thank you."

   Berwald's chest began to hurt as the sweet princes words touched his heart. He moved the prince's bangs aside and kissed his forehead gently.

"M' glad I h've ya too." The giant blushed deeply.

   Tino's smiled brightly and escaped his carefully tucked in blankets to wrap his arms around his Guardian. The Swede was taken by surprise but then quickly did the same pulling the boy in closer.

"I love you Ber." Tino whispered.

   Berwald's heart pounded harder than it ever had from the petite blonde's words. He rested his forehead on the boys shoulder letting out a long sigh as if being relieved. 

"I l've ya Tino." 

   Berwald could feel the prince's small fingers digging into his back as if he was afraid the swede would leave. 

"Will you sleep here with me tonight Ber?"

   Tino closed his eyes preparing for a noble speech of why that was "Wrong". However instead Berwald only said. "Ya."

   Tino's heart fluttered and the two slowly moved apart. Tino moved aside and Berwald got under the covers with him moving Hana in between the two. Tino cuddled closer and rested his forehead against Berwalds.

"Tomorrow, let's have a picnic." Tino whispered.

   Berwald let a tiny smile cross his lips. "Ya." 

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