Title: Home for Chirstmas
By: BflyW
Summary: Nick and Greg are deciding what to do for Christmas.
Note: Written for the TOY challenge at LJ ngchallenge
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: humor
Rating: G
Warnings: none

”So, Nick, it’s time we decide what to do for Christmas. Need to give the folks time to prepare you know, and getting plane tickets.”

“I thought we already decided, visiting your family, right?”

“Yeah, so you’re sure you’re up to it then?”

”Sure.”

“Great.”

“Why? Shouldn’t I?”

“No….”

”What?”

“Just… you know we are celebrating a Norwegian Christmas, right?”

“Yeah. I guess you do”

“Yeah, so smalahove won’t be a problem for you?”

“Smalu….?”

”Smalahove! Boiled sheep’s head….”

“Boiled WHAT?”

“Sheep’s head. Eyes and all. Tasty really!”

”What? No way!”

“Come on!”

”Sheep’s head?”

“And potatoes”

”Sheep’s HEAD?”

“Honey, you’re repeating your self! And cabbage stew”

“… and sheep’s head…”

“Yes, we have already covered that - boiled! Nick, you’re not getting sick on me are you? Are you okay? You look kind of green there!”

“No, no, I just…”

”You need to sit down?”

“Ugh, I…”

“You look awfully pale. Are you sure you are okay? You are not coming down with the flue are you? Because I would hate for you to be sick, and then I get sick, and then we…”

”I’m not coming down with the flue, I just…”

“It’s not the smalahove, is it? I told you, it’s great.”

”It doesn’t sound great. I know I promised you, I just…”

”Well, I honestly though you were man enough Nick.”

“I…”

”That’s kind of disappoints me...”

”No, I…”

“…because this is my culture, you know…”

“I know. I am, I will, I shall, I’ll try, okay?”

”Smalahove…”

”Yes, smalauvo… whatever..”

“hm..”

“Hey, stop smirking!”

“I’m not!”

”You are!”

“Am not!”

“You’re just kidding aren’t you?”

“I...”

“Having fun Greggo?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, you…”

“Do you know you are cute when you’re angry?”

“Cute! I am anything but cute! You’re toying with me! You’re fucking TOYING with me! You mean evil bastard!”

“But you believed me, right?”

“You are so mean!

”But I had you! You did really believe me, right? Au, that’s my arm you’re hitting!”

”I’m sick that’s how much I believed you!”

“Poor Nicky!”

“Oh, don’t you ‘poor Nicky’ me, and hands off! You are not touching me all day!”

“Hey!”

“Hey , you brought this on to yourself!”

“But…”

“And I was willing to try! For YOU! Remember that!”

“Really appreciate it!”

“You should!”

“Yeah”

“Yes, that’s right! So…I don’t have to worry then?”

”Nope, no smalahove”

“Puh, thank God!”

“No, we eat lutefisk…”

A/N:

Smalahove = cured, smoked, then boiled sheep's head, served eyes and all Lutefisk = dried cod soaked in a lye solution before boiling to give it a gelatinous consistency