Okay so i recently got a request for a Nordics thing. I know little to nothing about them. But I love me some SuFin. And, with a new ice cream shop that I'm obsessed with, what else would I write about?

Ever read Inspired by P0ck3tF0x? That is the best thing ever put out god damn. I'd like to do something like it. Maybe. I also want to finish my grease AU and travel Europe but whatever.

SUFIN! I did a lot of research with this one. (I read a shit ton of sufin)

Also, requests are still welcome. I thought I started on another but I guess not.

I don't own anything. Seriously. Just the Ice Cream Shop namE.

Sweden-Ingrid Oxenstierna

Denmark: Clara Kohler

Norway: Liv Bondevik

Finland- Taika Vainamoinen

Ice cream shops have a distinctive smell. Like chocolate and waffle cones and happiness. They usually were brightly lit and full of chattering people nursing sticky bowls and cones.

South Pole Sweets was no different. Filled with happy chattering people, cheerful happy clerks who just loved their job-who wouldn't? The only thing different about South Pole was the smell. It was new, so the smell of drywall and just-dry paint mingles with the scent of laughter and wafflecones.

At least, that was what Ingrid Oxenstierna thought when she first stepped into the little shop. If she looked closely she could see the rough edges. Plastic still covering the screen of the register, the blackboard still unused. It was a pretty little shop, well designed with nice furniture,(she'd had something of a furniture kink for as long as she was willing to admit) and the room glowed.

The tall blonde adjusted her glasses and peered into the glass case full of ice cream. The flavors all had somewhat strange country names. Her blue eyes scanned the tiny hand printed name tags. Nutty Netherlands, American Carmel Apple, English butter toffee, Swiss chocolate, and then- her eyes narrowed in amusement. Swedish fish. How in the world could anyone make that into an ice cream? It was too good an opportunity to pass up. So, clearing her throat Ingrid motioned to an employee.

"Hey. You there." A girl with blonde hair and brown eyes looked over from where she was idly chatting with a customer. Ingrid suddenly didn't know what to say. This girl was gorgeous. "I-I can um..." She pointed to the Swedish fish ice cream. The girl bounded over. Her blue and purple name tag had 'Taika' spelled out in curly letters.

"Oh you want this one?" Ingrid nodded feeling stupid. Great, now the Taika would think she's an idiot. "How many scoops?"

"2." The Swedish woman's accent kind of mangled the word. But it was harder to understand Taika. The smaller blonde nodded before grabbing a scoop and gesturing.

"Come or Dish?" Who knew ordering ice cream could be so stressful?

"Dish." Apparently Ingrid's stoic expression and minimalistic answers were starting to freak Taika out. Her smiling face changed to something slightly more... Frightened. And Ingrid could've sworn she'd seen her arm shake while scooping ice cream. But that could've been her imagination.

"That'll be $3.45." Nope. Taika's voice was definitely scared. Something inside of Ingrid died a bit. Oh. She scooped the necessary cash out of her wallet. And a little extra.

"Thank you." Ingrid had to leave a good impression, she decided, adding the extra cash to the tips bin. Taika was evidently not swayed, though, as he posture remained stiff and Ingrid was so, so mad at herself, because, of course, the beautiful girl would be terrified of her.

Determined not to scare the shit out of Taika the next time they met, Ingrid returned to the ice cream shop the day after. (Which, honestly, seems a but excessive but whatever.) the taller blonde was nervous, as though for a date. Theoretically. Ingrid had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. She was pretty sure she was a lesbian though. Never had a crush on a guy. Only girls.

The Swedish immigrant fussed in front of her small, industrial mirror. Did she look scary with her hair like this? Were her glasses too intimidating? Ingrid sat on her bed, sighing. She didn't know anything about this. Deciding she'd need help, Ingrid dialed 1 of the 5 numbers on her phone.

"I need your help." She told Liv Bondevik as soon as her long time friend answered, not bothering with a greeting.

"With what?" The swede could hear a 'Who's that?' From Liv's somewhat obnoxious girlfriend, Clara. The Norwegian girl mumbled out an explanation. With a loud shriek, the scuffle of hardwood against the phone's mic, and the scraping of eager fingers, Ingrid found herself no longer talking to Liv.

"If I wanted your advice I would've called you." She explained to Clara. Her frown was evident over the phone, as was Clara's mock hurt pout.

"Aww. So you do have a crush. What's she like?"

"I want to talk to Liv."

"I'm sitting on her head." Insert demonic leer here. "And not in the fun way." A muffled screech of anger confirmed Clara's statement.

"Liv."

"How'd you meet this girl? Is she cute? Are you two already dating?"

"I want to talk to Liv."

"Too bad you just have me. Answer the questions Sve."

"Liv."

"No."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Ouch."

"I'm hanging up."

"We'll be over at your house in ten minutes." The Danish girl snipped back and hung up before Ingrid had time to actually follow through on her threat. The blonde laid on her bed, knowing it was only a matter of time until the worst nightmare of 7 relationship counselors- and counting- arrived at her house and subsequently broke all her nice furniture. And she didn't really want to tell Clara about Taika. When this all ended badly- oh it would- Clara would never. Shut. Up. About. It.

"Sve-Sve?" Dammit.

"That's not my name."

"That's a great song." She'd lost Ingrid.

"What?"

"You know, 'that's not my name, that's not my name'." She sang off key. Ingrid rolled her eyes. She didn't actually, but whatever.

"Where's Liv?" Ingrid demanded and no less than 3 seconds had passed when Liv followed her more enthusiastic partner into the swede's bedroom.

"What did you need our help with?" Liv asked, sitting gingerly on the edge of the comforter, next to Ingrid.

"It's embarrassing."

"So you do have a crush!" Clara crowed triumphantly from Ingrid's drawers, were she was sifting through the clothing. "Damn, you have boring clothes."

"Get out of there. And... Yeah." Liv raised a surprised eyebrow.

"Who?"

"She works at South Pole Sweets."

"Yeah but who?"

"Taika." More raised arches, all around.

"Really? Taika? She's so sweet and pretty and you're so-" Clara stopped when she saw the glare on the other blonde girl's face.

"She's scared of me."

"Probably." The couple agreed in unison.

"What should I wear?" Ingrid changed the subject, not liking how apparently everyone thought she was scary. Clara continued rumpling her nice folded clothes. She threw a vest and long pants to the swede who looked at it warily. A white beret and heeled boots were thrown after that, and a white clip as an after thought.

"It's summer."

"No shit. Put it on." Clara rolled her eyes.

"Leave my room."

"Why? We're all lesbians here!"

"Exactly."

And that was how Ingrid found herself standing in front of the shining new South Pole Scoops, dressed in an outfit that she thought made her look like a soldier, but Clara insisted that it 'showed off your giant knockers'. Yeah.

She took a deep breath and strode inside. To her delight, Taika was idly washing an ice cream scoops and not busy at all. The small girl looked up when the bell on the door rang with Ingrid's entrance. Their eyes locked and a flurry of emotions overcame Taika's face, she finally settled on a nervous smile.

"Welcome to South Pole Sweets what can I get for you today?" She chirruped. Ingrid surveyed the case.

"What do you suggest?" the Swede asked, surprising herself. Taika looked taken aback.

"Oh! Well... I like American Carmel Apple, and um," she glanced shyly at the taller woman. "Swedish fish. But you had that last time you were here... Right?" Ingrid blinked in surprise and nodded. She remembered?

"Yeah. Can I try that?" Taika nodded and took a tiny spoon.

"You know..." Ingrid chose her words carefully. "'Taika' isn't a very American name, for someone who likes the flavor." She was handed a small spoon and the smaller girl's eyes widened.

"Well... That's cus it's not! I mean, we moved to the states last year. Which is kind of crazy because it was kind of sudden, but it's okay, because I already knew a lot of English. Did you like it?" Taika seemed to talk quickly and impulsively, saying what she thought.

"Um yeah. Can I have 2 scoops. Cone. Please. Ingrid isn't American either. I moved here 3 years ago. From Sweden."

"Isn't it crazy that we met though? Not a whole lot of people in America are like, direct immigrants, you know? And both of us from Nordic countries!" Taika's laughter was becoming-dare she hope- less forced as she scooped the ice cream. "I know some other people that live over here, from Nordic countries. It's so weird! I should introduce you after this." Taika froze very suddenly. "I mean. If you want?" She handed the cone to Ingrid, who attempted to smile softly.

"I'd like that a lot."

"Ok, that'll be $2.50!" Ingrid paused licking the cone.

"Wasn't it more yesterday?"

"I used my employee discount. Hope you don't mind. I'm not sure why you would but..." Another smile from Ingrid.

"Thanks."

"If you want, you can eat over there, then we can meet my friends? I get off in 3 minutes." Ingrid nodded. And when the pair left to meet the friends that, coincidentally, Ingrid had gotten fashion advice from earlier, Taika grabbed Ingrid's hands and intertwined their fingers as she was walked home.

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