I'm in a Tree:
"Svenk, Svenk, Svenk, SVENK!" Came the grating sound of the Dane's voice against the Swede's ears mixed with the sound of his slippered feet flying through the hall; opening and slamming doors in his desperate search for Berwald. The tall blond was not about to make this an easy search for Mathias Jensen, so he merely stayed put. He'd be found and pestered eventually.
But his disinterest was forcefully smashed down when the first thing out of Mathias' mouth was: "There you are, dickhead, Tino's up in the three and he won't come down for me or Siguard or Erik and I swear I think he's officially lost his cookies or tossed his marbles or whatever the phrase is!"
Well, that certainly didn't seem right now did it? With a grunt and a creak in his knees Berwald brought himself to standing and calmly walked down to the yard to find, in fact, his Viking-Man-Wife had indeed clambered up into the arms of the strong, old tree in their yard. And he did not have a pleased expression on his face.
"Tino, get down from there this instant I will not ask you again!" The Norwegian demanded, shaking a finger at the Finn.
"No I won't. You threw it out, I cannot believe you would throw it out to hide the fact that your little brother broke it instead of just telling me!"
"Erik broke it by accident, he's sorry."
"I'm not mad at Erik for breaking it, it was an accident, I'm mad that you felt the need to hide it from me like I'm some over emotional woman!"
"Tino, you're having a tizzy up in a tree, I've most certainly never met any women to have that kind of emotional reaction."
"FUCK OFF!"
Berwald pinched the bridge of his nose and in a commanding voice motioned for the other three to return to the house and he would deal with this. He had an idea what Tino was so mad about and he'd fix it. That was his way of handling problems; neutralizing the cause. And so he marched over to his work shop and dragged out a table, some news papers, his boxes of paints and brushes and a blank, white, ceramic duplicate of the trinket that had been broken. He sat with his back to Tino, but close enough where the Finn could watch his work over his shoulder.
Within a few hours he had a half finished Dala Horse sitting in front of him, drying on the newspaper clad table. It was decorated differently than classic ones. This was a personal trinket, made exactly as the broken one had, same pattern, by him, for Tino; an anniversary gift from years ago.
The Swede peered up into the tree. "Ready to come down?"
"You decide. It's your tree." Said Tino, abashed.
"Everything mine is my wife's too. Come on down. You can help me finish it. It's missing pretty eyes."
The eyes Tino painted on it, surprisingly, weren't violet like on the old one, but sea-green. Instead of on the mantle, this one would stay in the display cabinet.
A/N: This was part of a fic writing challenge posed to me by my sister. The challenge was to write a SuFin fix, about Tino not wanting to come down from a tree, but Berwald inevitably convincing him to in fewer than 500 words. I admit, I failed the challenge, as the word count, at the end, totaled 527. However, KC said she'd give me half the points for the challenge for writing a good, funny story, and not going 100 words over the limit. It was better written then she expected, but still not within the established parameters. Half points for me. I rather enjoyed the 500 word challenge, I might just pose something like this to a friend, and maybe turn it into a fic challenge game between writers without our circles. Also, ignore bad characterization, I had to come up with something that would drive Tino up a tree, and then somehow get him down. I figured "Just come down" wouldn't really work if he was that pissed off.