The summer heat in Finland started to get to Tino as he led the cows into their pasture to feed. His neck shimmered with droplets of sweat emerging as he counted each of the farm animals. After he had counted all 53 of them, he sauntered to his humble home and his siblings. All 5 of them, and his niece and his nephew, and his two cousins, not to mention his parents. He grumbled as he went back knowing that Helmi was going to tease him for being so slow. He smiled when he remembered how Bjørk would always attempt to stop his sister because "Teasing uncle Tino was a big no no" and how "Helmi is just a ilkimys! I don't think you're short!" But in reality, Tino was short for a grown adult. He was 167 cm. That wasn't too short, right?

He had just hardly reached the porch of his ramshackle farmers home. Just hardly smelling the päivän paras hetki tea being brewed for him (he mostly liked it for the little cute moomins on the box, but he wouldn't ever admit such a thing).

"Hej. Är du ansvarig för boendet?"

The little Finn whipped his head in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. The Finn stared at what he thought was a jötnar. But weren't giants supposed to be utterly ugly? This man was giant in height but he had a strong jaw, high cheek bones, porcelain skin, short trimmed flaxen hair, and the most wonderfully enchanting eyes the Finn had ever seen. Eyes like the roaring and strong ocean. They were of a bright blue green, and they roared like a lion. Those eyes sent chills down Tino's spine. Not the mention the man sported well tailored suit pants, and a well fitting dress shirt, finished with a dark navy tie.

"Hej?"

The man spoke again and Tino was snapped out of his trance. But he wasn't speaking Finnish? Tino recognized some words and suddenly knew the man was speaking Swedish.

"Olen pahoillani , en puhu ruotsia !" Tino blurted out, his face flushing a light pink. He pushed a piece of his silvery flaxen hair behind his ear.

"Ah sp'k Eng'sh." The stoic man spoke again.

"Me too!" Tino beamed. His amethyst eyes filled with joy. He understood that!

"Good. I'm Berwald Oxenstierna. Yer n'me is?" The corners of the mans mouth twitched, indicating that he has smiled. No matter how small.

"Ah, my name is Tino , Tino Väinämöinen!" He gasped out quickly, his cheeks still tinted.

Berwald scanned the house with his eyes, his wonderfully enticing eyes and his perfect jaw and his beautifully masculine figure... Tino had to stop. His face lighting up a deep red.

Berwald eyed him for a moment confused but amused. He quickly moved on, "Is th's ya f'rm?"

"Ah, no, it's my fathers. My isä owns all of it.."

"Ah see. M'y ah t'lk to em? Ah own a restaurant in Stockholm 'nd an'ther in Helsinki. My c'mpany is int'r'sted in yer f'mily's da'ry pr'd'cts."

Tino looked up at the swede. "Mhm, yea! I'll bring isä out in a second.."

He walked inside and rushed to find his father, "Isä Isä! A man is here to talk to you about our milk!"

Tino had hardly noticed small hands grasping onto his pants leg before hearing, "Setä! Helmi is chasing me! She says she's going to eat me!"

"Bjørk ...Where's my father?" The boy grabbed the Finns hand, pulling him down a few halls to his parents room. In a mountain of holey blankets and comforters lied a man in his later 50's.

"Not feeling too well today isä?" Tino sat down next to him, the man caressing his sons cheek.

"My son, I am doing perfectly fine. I have my wonderful family." He kissed Bjørk's forehead.

"Isä, there's a man willing to buy our dairy! He owns restaurants! He's so nice..." Tino's face flushed again just slightly.

" Aatos, there's a winter giant out- ah I can see you already know." Another man entered the room. He had flaxen hair, deep blue eye, and a cross hair clip, pulling back some of his hair.

"Nikolai, go with your cousin to talk to the man about business. I doubt that I will be able to speak to him today." The older man attempted to sit up, groaning loudly. Worried washed over the younger males faces. Aatos lowly chuckled at their worry. "Go! Go now before the giant runs off!"

Both Tino and Nikolai stood up and rushed to the front door.

Tino opened the door for Nikolai as they went outside. He flushed more due to the heat, and seeing the Swedish beast on his porch.

"Hello, I am Nikolai, I'll be taking Tino's fathers place for now. Now how may this humble farm serve you sir?"

Tino wondered how Nikolai stayed so calm. He eyes showed no emotion as he talked to Berwald.

"M' n'me is Berwald c'me 'ere to p'ssibly inq'ire ab't yer pr'd'cts. M' resta'rants 're g'ing to be s'lling sweets al'ng w'th our c'rrent menu. I've been s'rching fer g'd q'lity d'iry. Ah ref'se ta s'll 'nything but th' b'st. Ah heard m'ny gr't th'ngs 'bout the Väinämöinen f'rm."

Nikolai took in the mans words. He folded his arms infront of him and nodded. "How about you come inside and we will discuss a contract," Nikolai looked at the Finn"Tino, you help Mr. Oxenstierna inside and help him get comfortable while I go chat with uncle. Okay?"

Tino nodded, overly excited. His cheeks flushed after a moment, realizing he had embarrassed himself. Nikolai lifted an eyebrow before lowly snickering, wondering inside.

"Ah, come this way Mr. Oxenstierna.." Tino took the lead into his home.

"M' Berwald. Ya can c'll m' Berwald." Tino automatically lit up a bright pink. Berwald just followed his steps.

Yo. So this is kind of my first story. Please do treat me kindly. Unless you hated it. Then I understand. Anyways, greetings! I'm Esdeathly.

And I am weeaboo trash who loves sufin hella lot.

T right now. Maybe changing to M. Depends on my confidence.

Got this idea while I was helping out with a farm. But since Finland's major farms only produce like rye and oats, then it was dairy.

Dairy farm it was.

I am sorry for my terrible grammar and my veryVERY VERYYYY rough Swedish and Finnish.

ilkimys- equivalent is like "meanie"

päivän paras hetki- moomin tea

Moomin- cute little Finnish mythological creatures, they look like hippos, Tino loves them.

Hej. Är du ansvarig för boendet- rough Swedish for "hello, are you the owner of this place?" Kinda, probably wrong .

Olen pahoillani , en puhu ruotsia- Finnish for what I think is " I'm sorry, I don't speak Swedish."

Jötnar- Scandinavian giant/ troll, even though Finland doesn't have the same beliefs? /shrugs

Isä- finnish for dad

Sëta- finnish for uncle

Anyways, thank you!