It was a well-known fact that you loved Emil Steillson very much. His quietness, his hot-temper yet cool personality, and his vulgar pet puffin were all things that you readily accepted, but there was one thing about him that really bothered you- his love of black liquorice.
His affinity for the gross, in your opinion, dark treats was endless, he almost always had a packet in his pockets or bag to eat at some point during the day.
Many times he had attempted to give you a few bites of the piece he was chewing, but alas, it was to no avail. The salty, almost tongue-numbing Nordic "candy" that he usually ate definitely needed an acquired taste for enjoyment; Emil had grown up eating the stuff while you had turned your nose when and if it was ever presented to you.
Even the less salty allsorts and wheels that he rarely consumed in a venture to make you try some sort of the stuff didn't suit your fancy, to his misfortune. It wasn't that he needed you to enjoy it, he loved you regardless, but it would have pleased him if the two of you shared a love of his favourite delicacy.
At the moment the two of you sat in the living room of the house he, his brother, and three other friends shared, Emil himself holding out yet another packet of the dark blobs to you.
Smiling, you held your breath, pushing the (almost empty) bag back towards him.
"No, thank you." You tried, politely declining his offer for what seemed the hundredth time since he had torn open the package.
He pouted at you, pale eyebrows furrowing over periwinkle eyes, but swallowed what he had in his mouth before pulling out another piece of liquorice.
"Suit yourself." He stated before bringing it up to his mouth.
Grimacing as you looked upon the visibly salted confection held by your Icelandic boyfriend, you spoke again.
"Did you ever not like black liquorice?" Your question came out a little snarkier than you would have liked, but he understood what you meant with your tone.
"No." Emil answered simply.
"Not even when you were a little kid? You just, you know, tried it and instantly liked it?" You questioned, unconvinced that a child could adore the pungent treat from their first time tasting it.
"As far as I can remember, yes. Why do you ask, (y/n)?" He queried, turning his eyes once again to your (e/c) ones.
"I don't know, it's just that the stuff is so awful!" You noticed that this made him twitch a bit, so you apologized before continuing. "Kids like sweet things don't they?"
"Well yes, I suppose so, but where I grew up salty liquorice is available in most grocery stores and sweet shops. It's very common there. Besides, stóri bróðir always had some in the house, and he liked it as well, so I ate it very often." He looked around nervously as he said this, making sure that Lukas hadn't been around to hear Emil call him big brother.
"Why not just red liquorice though, it's so much-" You were cut off by one of his fingers pressing over your mouth, effectively silencing you.
"Red liquorice is a disgrace. It is not better in any way." Lilac eyes narrowed as he emphasized this.
You thought that maybe "disgrace" was taking it a bit far, but you knew that your boyfriend was very serious about his liquorice so you didn't press it any further.
You nodded and Emil pulled his hand away from your face.
"Good." He stated, before fishing out the last piece of liquorice in the small bag.
You watched him pop it into his mouth, but he didn't chew. Instead, he moved closer to you. He had done this before so you realized what he was attempting to do, and thus you pressed yourself closer to the corner of the sofa you sat upon.
"Emil, don't-!" You were cut off by his mouth against your own. Your hand pushed against his chest, but as lanky as your boyfriend was, he was neither weak nor fazed by your half-hearted attempt.
He smiled against your lips, one hand moving up to curl behind your head so as to keep you from moving away, and his tongue left his own mouth to prod for entrance into yours.
You reluctantly opened it to him, knowing that he would resort to things such as tickling-or worse- if you did not. He hummed agreeably, before toppling the very thing you hated off of his own tongue onto yours before pulling away and chuckling at your expression.
Your cheeks were flustered and your eyes were shut tightly as you scowled, chewing the thing as quickly as you could before swallowing it and moaning in disgust.
You opened your eyes to see Emil staring intently at you, still chortling a bit.
"What was the point of that? I still don't like them." You frowned at him, swallowing again as you tried to rid your mouth of the taste you loathed.
He raised an eyebrow at you quizzically, before clearing his throat.
"Just wanted to see you make that face." He smirked, laughing once more as he recalled the mental picture of you tasting his favourite candy.
You huffed when Emil kissed you again, but as you noticed the liquorice flavour that was almost always on his lips, you supposed that you could deal with the taste if it was always received in such an enjoyable way.
