The first thing Tony thinks when he enters the living room, tugging at his tie, is that a dozen lit candles is probably an overkill, even for a romantic dinner for two. Definitely a fire hazard. Then his gaze slides toward Steve, who is standing near the table, dressed in his old parade uniform, and his brain short-circuits instantly, and for one moment, he doesn’t think at all.
“Hello, Tony,” Steve greets him softly, his eyes glinting with warmth and amusement.
Tony blinks, clears his throat. “I see you’ve been busy, Rogers,” Tony remarks lightly, inclining his head toward the table.
“Well, I had to find something to occupy my time since my boyfriend left on a business trip that lasted a month,” Steve says with a shrug. “Even if he repeatedly swore that he will be gone only two weeks.”
“He doesn’t sound like a nice guy,” Tony says, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. “Maybe you should dump him.”
Steve inclines his head, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes-”
“Okay, I resent that.”
“- but I love him anyway.”
“Nice save, Rogers,” Tony says, utterly fails at containing a smile he knows makes him look like a besotted fool. A beat later, he frowns, squares Steve with an incredulous look. “Also, boyfriend? What are we, twelve?”
“You don’t like it?” Steve asks, his eyebrows rising questioningly. There’s an expression of perfect innocence on his face Tony doesn’t trust in the least. “Would you prefer sugarplum? Light of my life? Honey bunny? Sweet-pea?”
Tony snorts, rolls his eyes. “Oh, shut up and come and kiss me, Rogers.”
Steve grins. “As you wish, pumpkin.”
I saw a post with a list of swedish sayings translated into literal English, could you do us some Finnish ones?