Unexpected Travel
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midnight_devilFor Nexus prompt 4. Last chance for something special.
Vars sat in the empty apartment trying to prepare mentally for the call he needed to make. They'd, or rather Joe, had jumped the gun and booked plane tickets for the three of them, Viktor, Joe and himself, without considering other cultural protocols. He knew the Brit was just nervous and excited but that left Vars to smooth things over in the... what was it 16 hours before they were going to leave. He wasn't looking forward to the near thirteen hour flight to Finland either, though, he desperately missed Scandinavia. Vars couldn't remember ever being away for this long in one, solid stretch.
He thought a lot about downing a few shots before making this phone call but ideas of protocol and respect turned him away from it. No one would know but he would and that was enough. After pacing around for awhile, the Norwegian finally sat down in the chair to call Aarne's parents.
The voice that greeted him within the first three rings caused him to smile. “Ávrá, is your mother home?”
Vars was speaking fluent Finnish but his accent gave away who it was to the young girl on the other end long before he got a chance to say his name. The squealing of his name and the sound of chaotic giggling was exactly what he would expect from his drummer's little sister. She might be four years old but they already shared enough personality that no one could deny they were related to each other.
The phone dropped to the floor before he heard the sigh and the sweet feminine voice on the other end. “Vars? Is everything ok?”
He swallowed hard when he realized the last time he called them was when Aarne had been attacked. Actually, the only times he had ever called Aarne had been injured. He scolded himself internally for being so careless but immediately needed to address her worry.
“Everything is fine, jeä´n'n.” He used the Sami word for mother, something he had always done when they spoke. “I'm coming to visit.”
Silence dragged on for a moment before it was broken with curiosity. “When?”
Vars was now the one in silence and feeling the desire to kick Joe firmly in the backside for not asking before doing this, before planning this trip. “Two days.”
“Two?” He could hear the concern in her voice over how soon. “Why? What....?”
Vars wondered how exactly to tell her this. He wondered if she knew about Joe at all. In the whirlwind, had Aarne called or spoke to her? He had no way of knowing now and the Fin was not around. That was a blessing since he had promised Joe to keep this a secret from the drummer for the moment.
“My fiance and I are....” Vars took a deep breath and could only go on now. The impatience was almost tangible, even over the phone. “... we're coming to speak for someone who wants to ask you for Aarne.”
He heard the sucked in breath and the chair being pulled out, scrapping across the floor. It left the bassist wondering if the reaction was a good one or a bad one. It was so hard to tell over the phone. The silence was broken with an exasperated sigh. Vars almost chuckled because he knew that sound. It was the same one he made when Aarne got absolutely, and completely unexpected.
“Do you.. is it a husband or a wife?”
Vars did chuckle this time because that question somehow broke the tension. “A husband and they are like twins.”
This time it was the older woman who laughed and Vars smiled, figuring the worst of the discomfort was now passed for both of them.
“Do you know him well?”
He knew that was a question that would come. “For a year and a half but he's my partner's bassist.”
He could sense the nodding as to why so many were coming and the relaxing of the breath on the other end of the line.
“Twins you said?”
Vars shook his head thinking about this answer. “Same energy, same hair, same loud, wild, madness that is sweet under all the energy.”
“And yours? Is he worthy of you?”
That question Vars hadn't been ready to hear. The Norwegian pausing as the question set in. He'd lost his own parents at 16 to a car wreck but he hadn't thought that Aarne's mother thought of him this way. However, it made sense for her disposition, for both of his parents really.
“Are you going to judge him too?” Vars asked half joking.
“Should I?”
Instinctively, he shook his head though jeä´n'n couldn't see it. Vars was sure that Viktor would take poorly to a parent judging him. He'd seen enough of that in his life time. “Do you see me as feminine?”
The giggling came from the other side of the phone again, lighthearted and kind. “Never, but someone needs to look after you.”
Vars sighed in a way so reminiscent of a disgusted teen that it sent Aarne's mother into another round of laughter. “I can look after myself.”
They still had details to work out. He talked about flights and booking travel from Helsinki to the north and then from the local airport to their home in Rovaniemi. Vars wanted to make a point to call Aarne's parents more often. Like Hunter's parents, they had taken in the three parent-less band members without question. Aarne's parents had doted on Rik the first time they met him right after the band formed. They still loved him and asked after the Dane, even now with important things happening for their own child. Viktor might be spared their scrutiny but he had the feeling Billy might not. It came from a place of care and cultural norms that were different than Britain, different than Norway even. However, getting off the phone left Vars feeling more homesick than he had in months. Maybe they could fly back through Oslo or Copenhagen and take a day or two. He doubt Joe could stand that many days away from Aarne, and vice versa. That was a thought for another day. Right now he needed to pack for the few days away then ensure Viktor and Joe remembered all the cultural protocols and a few words that would get them in good graces for politeness.
Vars sat in the empty apartment trying to prepare mentally for the call he needed to make. They'd, or rather Joe, had jumped the gun and booked plane tickets for the three of them, Viktor, Joe and himself, without considering other cultural protocols. He knew the Brit was just nervous and excited but that left Vars to smooth things over in the... what was it 16 hours before they were going to leave. He wasn't looking forward to the near thirteen hour flight to Finland either, though, he desperately missed Scandinavia. Vars couldn't remember ever being away for this long in one, solid stretch.
He thought a lot about downing a few shots before making this phone call but ideas of protocol and respect turned him away from it. No one would know but he would and that was enough. After pacing around for awhile, the Norwegian finally sat down in the chair to call Aarne's parents.
The voice that greeted him within the first three rings caused him to smile. “Ávrá, is your mother home?”
Vars was speaking fluent Finnish but his accent gave away who it was to the young girl on the other end long before he got a chance to say his name. The squealing of his name and the sound of chaotic giggling was exactly what he would expect from his drummer's little sister. She might be four years old but they already shared enough personality that no one could deny they were related to each other.
The phone dropped to the floor before he heard the sigh and the sweet feminine voice on the other end. “Vars? Is everything ok?”
He swallowed hard when he realized the last time he called them was when Aarne had been attacked. Actually, the only times he had ever called Aarne had been injured. He scolded himself internally for being so careless but immediately needed to address her worry.
“Everything is fine, jeä´n'n.” He used the Sami word for mother, something he had always done when they spoke. “I'm coming to visit.”
Silence dragged on for a moment before it was broken with curiosity. “When?”
Vars was now the one in silence and feeling the desire to kick Joe firmly in the backside for not asking before doing this, before planning this trip. “Two days.”
“Two?” He could hear the concern in her voice over how soon. “Why? What....?”
Vars wondered how exactly to tell her this. He wondered if she knew about Joe at all. In the whirlwind, had Aarne called or spoke to her? He had no way of knowing now and the Fin was not around. That was a blessing since he had promised Joe to keep this a secret from the drummer for the moment.
“My fiance and I are....” Vars took a deep breath and could only go on now. The impatience was almost tangible, even over the phone. “... we're coming to speak for someone who wants to ask you for Aarne.”
He heard the sucked in breath and the chair being pulled out, scrapping across the floor. It left the bassist wondering if the reaction was a good one or a bad one. It was so hard to tell over the phone. The silence was broken with an exasperated sigh. Vars almost chuckled because he knew that sound. It was the same one he made when Aarne got absolutely, and completely unexpected.
“Do you.. is it a husband or a wife?”
Vars did chuckle this time because that question somehow broke the tension. “A husband and they are like twins.”
This time it was the older woman who laughed and Vars smiled, figuring the worst of the discomfort was now passed for both of them.
“Do you know him well?”
He knew that was a question that would come. “For a year and a half but he's my partner's bassist.”
He could sense the nodding as to why so many were coming and the relaxing of the breath on the other end of the line.
“Twins you said?”
Vars shook his head thinking about this answer. “Same energy, same hair, same loud, wild, madness that is sweet under all the energy.”
“And yours? Is he worthy of you?”
That question Vars hadn't been ready to hear. The Norwegian pausing as the question set in. He'd lost his own parents at 16 to a car wreck but he hadn't thought that Aarne's mother thought of him this way. However, it made sense for her disposition, for both of his parents really.
“Are you going to judge him too?” Vars asked half joking.
“Should I?”
Instinctively, he shook his head though jeä´n'n couldn't see it. Vars was sure that Viktor would take poorly to a parent judging him. He'd seen enough of that in his life time. “Do you see me as feminine?”
The giggling came from the other side of the phone again, lighthearted and kind. “Never, but someone needs to look after you.”
Vars sighed in a way so reminiscent of a disgusted teen that it sent Aarne's mother into another round of laughter. “I can look after myself.”
They still had details to work out. He talked about flights and booking travel from Helsinki to the north and then from the local airport to their home in Rovaniemi. Vars wanted to make a point to call Aarne's parents more often. Like Hunter's parents, they had taken in the three parent-less band members without question. Aarne's parents had doted on Rik the first time they met him right after the band formed. They still loved him and asked after the Dane, even now with important things happening for their own child. Viktor might be spared their scrutiny but he had the feeling Billy might not. It came from a place of care and cultural norms that were different than Britain, different than Norway even. However, getting off the phone left Vars feeling more homesick than he had in months. Maybe they could fly back through Oslo or Copenhagen and take a day or two. He doubt Joe could stand that many days away from Aarne, and vice versa. That was a thought for another day. Right now he needed to pack for the few days away then ensure Viktor and Joe remembered all the cultural protocols and a few words that would get them in good graces for politeness.
