Emil crouched on top of the tank, tried to stay hidden. His eyes peered at the forest around them, waited for a certain Finnish mage to return from scouting. The mage should return at any moment and Emil laid down to hid himself even better. He couldn't see much in the darkness though, so instead he strained his hears, listened for any sound outside of the normal night sounds.
He barely heard the steps, the mage being light on his feet, and he got ready, peeked over the edge of the tank's roof. Perfect, the mage was in position. Emil crouched.
”Hug from above!”
He jumped over the edge and suddenly Lalli wasn't there anymore. Emil landed flat on the ground, spit the dirt out and settled up.
”...Stop seeing my spirit!”
Lalli leaned down and kissed Emil's head, causing the Swede to blush.
”I will when you get better at hiding it.”
”Can you teach me again how to hide it?”
”So you can ambush me?” Lalli helped Emil to his feet. ”I don't think so.”
”But wouldn't it be safer for me if I could hide it?”
Emil knocked on the door for Mikkel to know Lalli had returned and get the decontamination gear ready. Lalli pulled Emil into a hug.
”But this way, I get to protect you.”
Emil buried his fingers in Lalli's hair, leaned his forehead against the others.
”Just as long as you let me protect you sometimes.”
”I will.”
Emil's lips met Lalli's and then they pulled away from each other as Mikkel opened the door. Emil winked at Lalli, and the two young men let the Dane follow his protocol. Emil would try again next day.
