S2 41. Hangover

There’s orchestra of dwarfs giving their greatest headbanging concerts inside Iiro’s scull. All drums -including that giant one -are there trying to break out to parade. 

This is Part of hangover when you slowly and carefully try to move your limbs without getting lightning kind of headache. When you feel like you’re made of glass, ready to be shattered into million pieces. The part you are scared you are really going to die from it. 

Iiro open his eyes and gather his surroundings. Oh Yeah. I'm here. He’s lying in Ilari’s couch. He called bro late in evening, blabbered something. He remembers Ilari picking him up, bringing here and taking couple shots with him. 

On sidetable he founds handwritten note, pack of painkillers and full glass of water. There's also bucket at the side of the couch just in case he turned sick. Did Ilari do this? Note is written with better handwriting than his bro has so this must be Venla's doings. It says he should come to have breakfast with them when he wakes up and has strenght to do so.

- Good morning sunshine, Ilari greets his younger brother when Iiro finally drags himself in. 

– Fuck off asshole, he replies gloomily. 

- Love you too, his brother grins. Ilari really enjoys to poke him now. The fucker who never gets hangovers. 

– Can I get you something? Venla greets him with worried eyes. 

– No. I can’t eat anything, Iiro huffs and collapses against the dishwasher. 

– You need to drink something at least, Venla sighs and gets him a cold Coke. 

Iiro takes a long whisk and it tastes divine. 

– Did you know you are wonderful? He tries to give fatigued smile to Venla. 

– My wonderful, Ilari reminds him and grabs Venla to his arms. 

– Caveman much? Iiro mutters. – I’m glad I got the brains in our family. Not that neanderthal macho bullshit. 

- Cut it out now, Venla rolls her eyes. - There’s no need to argue. I’ll put you something to eat. Hon, want more bacon and eggs? 

– You need to ask that? Ilari smiles to her and gives Venla’s behind a slap making her gasp. 

– Oh kill me now, Iiro mumbles to himself and buried his head between his knees.

Later on, they all go to Ilari’s place with bigger couch to watch a movie. It feels a safe way for them to be together now. Iiro is still hungover and Venla sees him shudder from time to time. He’s so helpless, pitifull and clearly hurting she can’t help but feel sorry for him. She places her fingertips gently to his shaved head and pets him. Iiro looks up suprised, then lays back, closes his eyes and starts to relax under her touch. 

Ilari rubs her arm in a manner that tells Venla he’s irritated.

– Venla? Ilari mumbles after a while.

 - There’s no need to be jealous, she hushs him.

- I’m not, Ilari hmmps. 

- You sure act like it, Venla reminds him. – I’m yours, body and soul and he has no chance to change it. I'm not going anywhere. You hold my heart but I can still care for other people too.

 Ilari grunts again in protest.

– See, he fell asleep, Venla whispers still gently petting Iiro.

 Ilari looks Venla, his brother and her face again. 

– It helped him, she says. – Can’t you see he needs to feel cared for now? 

Ilari frowns at first but then something else surfaces. 

– You do have a big heart, love. 

– I feel so sorry for him, Venla whispers. – I’ve been there too. I know what it feels like. I still care about him as a friend and I know how important he is to you. I don’t want to come between you two and I really think he learned his lesson. 

- I'm not sure.

- You need to trust me, trust him and let me care about him too if you want your family to work. 

Ilari looks her with weird expression. 

- My family? 

– Your family. 

– I like the sound of it. Ilari looks suddenly very happy. – I like it a lot.