Tumblr prompt: (danskekupkake) "SuNor puppies"
Tessan
Perhaps "any one you want" had been too much Berwald thinks as he follows Lukas up and down the store, the Norwegian taking in each dog, big and small, before moving on to the next.
Berwald already had Hana with Timo and though unfortunately named she was a good girl, the Swede's little princess. Now that she was living in Helsinki again he missed her white fur shed everywhere, how underfoot she could get as he made breakfast or tried to take a piss at night. Sometimes she could be worst than Peter.
Sometimes.
"How about a svensk gårdshund?" Berwald tries hopefully, looking at a happy Swedish farm dog that he could easily see in the family. Peter had wanted an English dog and the father knew he'd give in eventually; the dog they bought today would have to get along with Peter's dog, Hana, and make the Norwegian kingdom happy. No small task.
Lukas makes no noise, no tut of approval or disapproval, and at that the Swede has to look for his boyfriend. Finding him he knows immediately the farm dog won't be coming home; pity, maybe he could get Christen to come rescue it.
"Puppy," Lukas says in a higher-than-normal voice, his face and hands pressed against the glass. Berwald has to admit she's cute, a little Norsk Elghund Sort. A hunting dog would be nice but might not like the other dogs, too proud and strong-willed.
Just like the man admiring it.
Turning the Swedish nation finds one of the employees. "I think we've found our dog," and the woman smiles.
"Tessan," his boyfriend whispers as Berwald kisses his head; at least that was a normal name.
"Whatever you want beloved."