“Baby, let’s take a walk in the snow.”
“Mm, but I like sitting here with you. We have heat, blankets, hot chocolate–”
“But wouldn’t it be nice to put a fire on and cuddle once we’ve been outside?”
“We don’t have a fireplace?”
“We can find a fireplace video on YouTube.”
Even takes Isak’s face in his hands, studying him. “Who are you?” he says. “And where is my Isak?”
Isak rolls his eyes, and oh. There he is. “I like it when your cheeks get all red,” Isak says. “And that you always hold my arm when it’s slippery.”
Even can see there’s more hidden behind Isak’s blush. While Isak surprises him every day, Even was teasing before. Yes, he is grumpy and occasionally cynical, but he also cried when they watched Love Actually. Isak Valtersen is a hopeless romantic at heart.
Even tilts his head and smiles, knowing how to prompt Isak’s sappiest side. Isak huffs like he’s lost a great battle.
“And it’s fucking romantic to kiss in the snow, ok? Like one of those shitty Hallmark movies.”
“You mean the ones you suggest we watch?”
Isak tries a new strategy, leaning in close enough to kiss, but pulling away when Even tries to close the distance. “Take a walk with me?”
It’s a whisper on his cheek, and Even is helpless against it. “Evil.”
“Maybe, but you are so fucking in love with me.”
He’s right, and Even is a hopeless romantic too. He gets his coat to go outside.
“You’re going to die tonight.”
So, the mood’s changed a little.
Isak and Even are in a face-off, each holding a snowball in their hand. Isak started it, the little shit, but Even’s not one to surrender in a fight.
“Come on, Even. How could you hurt me?” Isak widens his eyes and Even regrets ever telling him that he’s cute. “When I am your sweetheart, your angel, your baby–”
Even fires and clips Isak’s shoulder. Isak retaliates by throwing one right at his heart. Their laughter is louder than the wind, and Even suspects it’s even more capable of carrying them away.
When they’ve exhausted themselves, Isak lies down in the snow like he’s about to make an angel–a self-portrait, really. Even places his hands on either side of him like he’s pinning Isak down, leaning over his lips.
“Do you know what my favourite thing to do is?” Isak asks.
Even shakes his head, smiling at the way Isak’s biting his lip.
“Just telling you that I love you.” And oh, fuck this hopeless romantic. It’s incredible Even can feel this warm in the cold. “Whenever I feel like it. I love you so much, Even.”
Isak grins in a way Even’s only seen since they got together. He’s still discovering all of Isak’s smiles and laughs, and each one is the best present Even’s ever received.
“Now kiss me in the snow.”