Henry Stickmin Oneshots And More!

Svensson's Love

Haha, just a nice cute one shot of Stickson- I think is the ship (Henry x Sven). This is the Toppat Recruits ending.

No angst, I don't think. You decide.

Hope y'all have a great day, or night, and I'll catch y'all later!

Henry stood in front of his mirror, running a hand through his hair nervously as he studied himself. He looked good- trying to pull of a good mix of formal and casual was hard, but he personally thought he'd done okay. Just a simple white button up shirt and black slacks, with a silver/grey tie to match his eyes.

When he'd asked Sven out on a date, he'd expected the Swede to flat out say no. Everyone knew Sven had a major crush on the Head of Communications, Burt Curtis. So for him to actually say yes to Henry was absolutely insane.

Okay, Hen, don't mess this up, Henry told himself. It's just a date with the one person who you've loved since you first saw him but everyone just mistook your feelings for platonic. No big deal.

Not a big deal at all...

Henry shook his head, then ran a hand through his hair once more. He would have to do, he decided. For now, all he had to do was hope he didn't make too big a fool out of himself in front of Sven.

Easy.

Just as he had the thought, he noticed the clock. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry!

Henry really, really, really didn't want to be late for this. Not for the only chance he'd ever get with Sven.

He turned and ran out of the Toppat station's living quarters, to where he and Sven had agreed to meet.

There weren't very many private places in the Toppat orbital station, but there was a nice spot near the cockpit that had a really nice view of Earth.

Oh god. Henry still couldn't believe it. He was going on a date with Sven Svensson.

Sven was already there when Henry arrived, leaning back against the wall as he scrolled through his phone.

Henry's first feeling was one of dread. He was so late his date had started doing something else while waiting for him. Then it was quickly overshadowed by how absolutely adorable Sven looked.

Sven always wore suits or some sort of formal wear, but they were always one or two sizes too big, making him look shorter than he actually was- which was still pretty short. For really formal occasions he wore actually fitting suits, usually all some shade of blue or cyan, which meant he had the option not to wear oversized clothes. But he obviously preferred bigger, looser clothing.

He also looked really good in them, Henry might add.

Sven looked up as Henry skidded to a stop, panting.

"Sorry I'm late!" Henry said breathlessly.

"Wha- did you run all the way here?" Sven asked. "You're not late, Hen. I was early. Like, an hour early, whoops."

"Oh." Henry felt his face go slightly red from embarrassment. "Wh-why didn't you just call me or something?" 

Sven shrugged. "Anxiety," He said simply. He pushed himself off the wall and held out a hand to Henry. "Let's go, Hen."

Henry nodded and took his hand.

The younger Toppat led them to one of the luxury lounges, which only the higher-ups and elites were allowed in. Henry was neither, so he'd never been- even an organization of criminals had rules, and even a criminal would follow them, otherwise it would just be chaos. The Swedish Toppat, of course, was both.