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Christmas Special - Part 1: Can You Create A Cease-Fire?

The icy air numbed your nose as you trudged toward the red and white Mökki. The heavy, artic snow clung to your pants and boots as you stepped up onto its scrapped porch. You stomped, banging your boots’ rubber soles in a poor attempt to lessen the mess that would occur once inside.

Now, feeling a little lighter, you gave the white door a single knock before walking inside.

The gentle scent of soot and peppermint wafted toward you, filling you with Christmas memories as soon as you crossed the threshold. Calling out a simple greeting as you removed your wet winter ware; snow boots placed under the silver birch entryway bench and hung the heavy (F/C) artic jacket on the nearby iron hook.

The owner of the home called back to you in a monotone greeting. His voice a faint, deep rumble, as he urged you further in.

You followed it like a purring cat to an electric can opener. Relaxed in your steps as you navigated through the spacious, yet warm cabin toward his ‘office’.

As the open studio came into sight, you couldn’t help the smile that began to form on your face. The brightness of your joy at the festively decorated workshop rivaled the Christmas lights on the many trees scattered throughout the room.

You couldn’t help the slow spin as you took it all in, even if it was like the millionth time, you’d seen it.

The tall, cream walls were lined with toy train tracks; each one guiding its unique engine toward its matching village. Tiny hot air balloons and planes drifted across the room like baby birds learning to fly. Prototypes of new toys lay in various piles on different worktables; some finished, others in pieces with tools nearby, and some as mere drawings, almost like their concepts flowed faster than the crafter could finish. Icicle lights dripped from the ceiling, illuminating the room in the glow that you only find at Christmas.

At the center of it all was a single man. The crafter dressed in red pants with black suspenders hanging by his thighs, the blank tank top showed off strong arms as his gloved hand's painted fine details on the sweetest looking doll. His crimson eyes scanned for the next perfect color on the pallet as he finalized his masterpiece.

You chuffed through your nose as you watched the blond-haired, Santa Claus work for a moment more. Enjoying the moment of peace.

Slowly, you approached like a cat creeping toward a strange kitten. Your hand glided across the smooth wood as you settled into a loose stand by him.

Not wanting to disturb his progress, you waited as he finished the details of the doll’s left green eye. The wooden brush was gently placed on the table.

His heavy eyes turned to you. The mere weight of the bags underneath them made you wonder how long the poor man had been awake. He licked his lips once, taking in your appearance before forcing another rumble past his chest.

“You should have taken a hare, (Y/N).”

Despite his look of annoyance, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from your heart as you smiled. “I couldn’t help it, Sant-“

“Don’t call me that,” He interrupted. “It’s Niilo to you.”

“Of course, Niilo.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you shook your head. Your body flopped forward as you leaned against his powerful legs in a mock sense of worship. “But what could the all-powerful head of the Claus family need of me?”

Stunned, the fair-skinned Finn’s face turned redder than the ornaments as he stared for at you. His eyes were so wide that you could see yourself within them. For that moment it felt like no one else existed.

Until he pushed you off.

You grunted as your back collided with the warm oak floor. Mischief danced in your eyes as you glared at the scowling Niilo.

“What,” You sat up. “Don’t like being adored?”

His only response was a scoff as he turned to a drawer under the table. Niilo pulled it out with relative ease and took out a stack of paper. With a small toss, he placed it on the table.

A simple gesture towards it from Niilo caused you to return to the tableside.

The tilted slope of papers were maps. Different eras of time with labeled countries, both known and forgotten, but there was one thing in common. Different sections of the world were colored either Rudolf red or Icey blue. Their borders changing more so than the countries.

With a raised brow, you questioned what those colors meant. Why would were they changing so frequently, and sometimes drastically?

Niilo sighed like a man forced to pass on the burden. One that he knew no one wanted or should ever wish to undertake.

“It’s why I called you here.” He lined up the maps from earliest to most modern. “These borders represent the territory of troublesome twins. Entities of nature that can never seem to stop arguing.”

Before you could question what that had to do with you, Niilo continued.

“Their ‘arguments’” he practically spat out the word. “Have not only caused humanity a lot of grief but have done my family plenty of harm. Especially, the sleigh drivers.”

“How?” The surprise in your tone paired well with your open-handed gesture toward Niilo and the maps. After all, those that know of magic, also knew that the Claus family were known for their powerful magic and assassin-like stealth.

“By knocking previous Santas out of the sky with either molten meteors that turned them into fatal torches or flying icebergs that killed them faster than Jack in the Titanic.”

Blinking, you muttered a near-silent ‘oh’ as you glanced back at the maps. Skimming through the years while wondering how many of his ancestors met their end due to those creatures.

However, you felt that a large part of your question was still unanswered. How terrible were their skills that they could rival a Claus? Why was he ignoring your inquiry about your potential involvement?

You watched as Niilo took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he prepared himself. His gloved hand reached out to you. His grip was gentle as it settled on your forearms as he turned you toward him.

“My brothers believe you would be best at causing them to reach a ceasefire.”

“WHAT!?” You screeched as you backed away from Niilo. Your arms waved in a mix of embarrassed flattery and panic. “I’m a generic human, why would they think that I could create a ceasefire?!”

He smiled the kind that holds that bittersweetness of unspoken feelings. “Because you helped me make peace with my brothers. After all, without you, I wouldn’t have come back here.”

The compliment caused your heart to flutter. A teary smile caused your cheeks to warm. “I guess, I could-“

“I never said that I wanted you to do it.”

Those fluffy feelings retreated like an Italian man from a British man as you let out a surprised what.

“But you just said you wanted me too!”

“NO!” He corrected. “They want you to. I think it should be me.”

Confusion was beginning to feel like déjà vu as you blinked at the Finnish man.

“Then why tell me at all?”

He released a frustrated breath as his hands rested on his hips. A dark scowl crossed his features as he looked out the large windows.

“Because if I didn’t, they would.” The piercing crimson hues returned to you. A look of worry overtook the scowl as he took in your whole form. It was almost as if he felt that he was being forced to cast you naked into a blizzard. “Then, they would send you away. Far away, and unprepared.”

You reached out and hugged Niilo. You buried your face in his chest as you offered your rebuttal.

“I’ve survived you and your family.” You leaned your head back, looking once again into his eyes. “I’m sure those twins can’t be any worse.”

Niilo scoffed as he looked away.

“But it’s my fight. My family’s at most.”

You couldn’t help the (H/C) brow that rosed at that statement.

“Well, at least answer me this. Do these creatures respect your title?”

“No.” “Would they at least tolerate you?”

“One would, the other may kill me on sight.”

Your jaw dropped as you released the Claus. You were exasperated by the sheer lack of care from the man.

“THEN WHY WOULD YOU GO?!”

“Because it’s my job.” He paused for a moment. “And I’ll be fine.”

You threw your head back in a disgruntled groan like a distressed whale as you pulled the skin of your face downward. “But it's two weeks ‘til Christmas! You can’t let those kids down.”

Niilo crossed his arms. “The boys will be able to take care of it.”

Your face contorted into the look that one gives to someone proclaiming that they have no crazies in their family.

“Do you want to trust any of them with delivering the gifts? Because last time I checked, Bernard thought it would be ok to kidnap me when we first met.”

Niilo’s mouth opened, a rebuttal of his own clear as day on his tongue. He was ready to deny and reshape the argument.

“And remember, how last year we had to convince him and Erlingr to return those two ladies they snuck into the sleigh.” You said with a firm tone.

The poor, Santa deflated a little at that comment before nodding at the reality of it.

“But that doesn’t mean it should be you,” He voice firm. “It could be one of them.”

You sighed and placed your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. After all, if I can put up with your family, what are two entities going to do?”

Niilo crossed his arms and looked down. His fingers dug into the flesh of his arms. He forced a deep breath through his nose like a reindeer in winter before he groaned. His heavy hands squeezed his arms before releasing and conceding.

“On three conditions,” Niilo said. Firm as he peered down at you. “First, I’ll give you a briefing on those two idiots. Second, you go with Blitzen. Lastly, you take one of my blessed firearms.”

Your argument for a peaceful greeting with the entities was shut behind your supple lips, locked by a single glare. Its intensity left no room for argument.

“A single, firearm.” Niilo got close. His face was only millimeters away from yours. His peppermint breath fanned over your lips. “Because I refuse to send you into the jaws of those beasts without protection.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to argue more. Instead, you nodded your head with a pious smile. A simple ‘of course’ passed your lips like a prayer for rain in a hurricane.

Over the next few days, Niilo took the time to fill you in on the immortal troublemakers. The Misers, as you were instructed to call them, were known for their connections to the heat and snow. Both constantly fight and have quite a disdain for Christmas. Seen especially through their targeting of the Clauses.

Each new fact about the malicious twins caused a wave of doubt to constrict your heart. Yet, you couldn’t let the shivering nerves paralyze you. If you did, you feared that Niilo would lose his life and that Christmas would be ruined for children worldwide.

That couldn’t be allowed to happen.

At least that’s what you were thinking as you climbed onto Blitzen. The large, reindeer easily supported your weight plus the two additional packs. Not even grunting at your attempt to get comfortable on his leather saddle.

Niilo stood at Blitzen’s head, the reins in one hand as the other held the large RK 62. Once you confirmed your comfort, he handed the blessed weapon to you. Helping you as it was slung upon your back.

Now situated, the only thing you needed was those reins. You held your dominant hand out. Ready to go. Waiting for Niilo to send you off via the handoff and a slap to Blitzen’s backside.

Rather, he stared at you. His eyes were hard with untold anger as his bone-breaking grip caused the leather to squeak.

“You don’t have to go. I can still take over.”

Despite the heat in those ember eyes, the softness of his tone assured you that the anger was toward someone else. More than likely his brothers.

You leaned over. Your hand gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I’ll be fine.” Shifting back on to the deer. Then gesturing to the borrowed weaponry and the steed upon which you sat. “You’ve given me all these nice tools. Trust me to get it done.”

A heavy sigh drooped his shoulders as he handed over the reins. Looking more tired than the days before.

“Please be careful.”

That was all he said before slapping the cervid’s hind. The beast leaped to life, then pranced through the snow and up to the arctic sky.

Higher and higher the deer climbed into the inky abyss. Until he evened out, falling into a steady rhythm. His powerful muscles thrummed like the strike of the power cord on a guitar, carrying you further away from Niilo. Toward the first of the two Misers. The one that is claimed to be made of ice and snow.

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