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“I ran into Alicia the other day,” Snorkmaiden announced, glancing secretively at Snufkin. “I invited her to join us today. She will be meeting us in the flower field.”

Of course she did, Moomin thinks irritably. It wasn’t that he didn't enjoy Alicia's company, quite the contrary. But as of late, she and Snufkin had started to hang out more and, not for the first time in his friendship with Snufkin, Moomin felt jealous. 

“Oh, Alicia is joining? How nice,” Snufkin commented in his usual nonchalant tone. Moomin wished he was able to decipher the miniscule nuances in his voice, but even after all these years, he couldn't. He had no idea what Snufkin actually thought of Alicia joining and it made him mad, his mind imaging the worst.

Or, was it really the worst? If he were to be a proper best friend, he probably shouldn’t think so. Yet, Moomin felt he was betraying that friendship. Simply being friends, even best friends, wasn’t enough. Moomin wished they could be more. But it wasn't right to fall in love with one's best friend; Moomin knew as much, so he wasn't about to disrupt the delicate balance the two had established and perfected over the years. Those wishes remained his secret.

Snorkmaiden and Little My shared a knowing look, the latter smirking widely. “You two have been hanging out a lot this year, haven't you?” She asked, looking as mischievous as ever. 

Moomin’s heart dropped like a stone. So Alicia and Snufkin’s growing friendship was apparent to everyone? That implication brought a bitter taste to his mouth. If only jealousy tasted somewhat sweeter, Moomin thought. Then perhaps he would feel less miserable about the whole ordeal. 

“We have,” Snufkin confirmed and continued explaining matter-of-factly. “I've been helping her with her witchery.”

Moomin frowned, hoping he didn't look too frustrated. He wasn't sure he managed. “But you're not magical.” At least not in the literary sense.

Snufkin chuckled and the sound made Moomin soften a bit, heart fluttering unwillingly. “No, you're right about that.” When he didn't elaborate, Moomin gave him a questioning look. A small, but brilliant smile spread on Snufkin's lips and he continued. “She wanted to practise some spells on someone other than herself and coincidentally just ran into me one day. I agreed to help.”

Coincidentally. Right. 

“Does that mean she is a proper witch now?” Sniff asked, a slight tremor in his voice. He had always been dead-scared of Alicia's grandmother and probably feared Alicia turning out the same once a fully-fledged witch. 

Snufkin shook his head. “No, not yet. She hasn't gotten her broom yet.” Normally, Snufkin knew a lot about a lot of things, but the amount of information he knew about Alicia was infuriating. Moomin found himself becoming more and more annoyed at the poor girl.

Moomin zoned out for a moment, but once registering what Snufkin's tale was about, he wished his mind would wander off again. Snufkin was telling about one time Alicia had wanted to make him levitate; it was a new spell and she had only ever used it on smaller objects. So as expected, it didn't go entirely according to plan and instead of Snufkin levitating, it was just his hat and the two had spent the rest of that afternoon trying to get it back, as it was floating higher and higher above the trees. Sniff listened eagerly, equal parts wondrous and horrified at what magic Alicia could perform. Meanwhile, Moomin tried to feign interest, though secretly, he imagined a scenario where Alicia had failed and actually made Snufkin's hat fly away for good. Perhaps then he wouldn't be so fond of her. 

Just as he realised what horrid thoughts were running through his head, they arrived at the flower field and he quickly shoved the thoughts into a far, far corner of his mind, not to be revisited. 

This time of year, the flower fields in Moominvalley were magnificent. Summer was the season of blooming and by the variety of shapes, sizes and colours in this field, that much proved to be true. This particular field lit up in brilliant colours of red, orange and yellow, with some different shades of pink and white in the mix. Sometimes, Moomin wondered how nature could create something so harmoniously. Moomin, nature is harmony , Snufkin would have said wisely. Moomin could almost hear him say it and he smiled privately. 

However, the smile faltered slightly at the sight of the young witch waiting for them in the field. Alicia was sitting among the flowers, clearly concentrating, hands moving strangely in front of her and murmuring some incantation, probably. There was a small sparkle, but it quickly vanished and she frowned.

“Alicia, hi!” Snorkmaiden called and waved at her. The frown was instantly wiped and Alicia looked up with a huge smile. She went to greet them halfway.

“Hi! I'm so glad I could join you today!” Alicia said excitedly, beaming brightly. Upon seeing her, Moomin felt guilty for his nasty feelings prior; she didn't deserve that. He offered a smile in return; not as bright as he usually wore, but a smile nonetheless.

“Of course, Alicia,” he said and was thankful he at least sounded the same. He wanted to add ‘you’re always welcome’, but the words got stuck in his throat. He wanted to mean it, but currently, it would be a lie. Moomin looked down; he really was being an awful friend, wasn’t he?

“What were you trying to do before?” Snufkin asked, alluding to the magic she had attempted. 

Alicia turned her head to look at Snufkin, tilting it slightly and wearing a charming expression. “Oh, just this new spell… It's supposed to make the flowers grow. I'm not sure whether that means they grow bigger or grow , you know, like plants tend to do,” she said with a chuckle. “I haven't had any success with it yet.”

“You'll get there with practice,” Snufkin said encouragingly. That made Alicia smile sweetly and Moomin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

Suddenly, Snorkmaiden grabbed his paw. “Great idea, Snufkin! You two can practise, now you're both here anyways, while we start making flower crowns,” she said excitedly and started leading Moomin away. “Right?” She asked suggestively to anyone willing to pick up her que. Little My didn't hesitate.

“Right. Let's go, Sniff!” She said and jumped onto Sniff's back, digging her heels into his side as if some horse. Sniff squealed, complaining about the pain, but started walking regardless. Snorkmaiden was still dragging Moomin along and he followed her somewhat reluctantly, casting an unsure glance over his shoulder at Snufkin and Alicia. Both stared after them in confusion, then looked at each other and Snufkin shrugged. 

Moomin turned his attention back to Snorkmaiden, finally objecting to being dragged. He pulled his hand back, but kept following. “What was that for?” He asked with a disgruntled frown.

Snorkmaiden sighed. “Oh, come now, you hang out with Snufkin all the time. Let the pair have some alone time.” 

Moomin stopped dead in his tracks. “Pair?!” He could already feel the dread creeping; surely, he couldn't have missed that? 

“Well, not quite,” Snorkmaiden admitted and quickly realised she wasn't going to get Moomin to walk any further than this. This seemed as fine a spot as any, supposedly, and she sat down. “But maybe - hopefully - soon,” she said with an adoring smile. “Oh, isn't romance just… well, romantic!” 

Moomin was completely thrown. What was Snorkmaiden talking about? Romance? Surely, his deepest, darkest fears weren't real; it was just his imagination. Right? 

“What do you mean?” He managed to ask, a slight tremor to his voice, but he hoped she didn't pick up on that.

Snorkmaiden rolled her eyes. “You're not very observant, Moomintroll,” she teased, sending him a cocky smile. Meanwhile, her paws were busy picking flowers. “But I like you anyways.” That should be a consolation, Moomin assumed, but truthfully, he didn't care much. It wasn't Snorkmaiden’s affection he sought, though he hadn't actually told her that. For all she and everyone else knew, he was still committed to her, as he had been since childhood. But their familiar dance had lost its charm. However, Moomin hadn't the heart to tell her yet. 

Snorkmaiden got an excited look in her eyes and leaned forward slightly, urging him to do the same, as she whispered. “They're in love!” She somehow managed a silent squeal, eyes shutting tight, the excitement literally bursting out of her. 

Moomin instantly stopped breathing. If not for his white fur, he was sure he would be pale as a ghost. His mouth felt dry. In his ears, he could hear his heart galloping at record speed. “Really?” He managed to whisper. This was dizzying.

“Yes!” Snorkmaiden said with an eager nod. But then she backtracked slightly. “Well, Alicia is anyways. I will never ever get Snufkin to admit such a thing. Certainly not to me,” she then glanced at him with big eyes. “Perhaps you could ask him?”

Oh, this wasn't happening. He hadn't even heard Snorkmaiden's question, completely lost in his erratic thoughts. Alicia was in love with Snufkin. That's why they were spending so much time together. They hadn't ‘accidentally’ run into each other; Alicia had planned it, she must have. All so she could keep Snufkin to herself, enjoy his company alone and make him fall in love with her-

Moomin's mind reeled. Was Snufkin also in love with Alicia? He didn't know. What if he was? Moomin suddenly felt sick. Snufkin was his best friend, yet he didn’t know such a simple answer. Or, was it really that simple? Moomin surely didn’t find his feelings towards Snufkin to be simple in the slightest. Also, what right did he have to know whom Snufkin might be in love with, when he didn’t share such secrets with him in return? As the seconds passed, he felt worse and worse as a friend. Were they really as close as he believed them to be? 

He was shaken out of his thoughts when a flower was flicked into his face. Little My stood before him, holding a flower stem with the head now missing and giving him a raised eyebrow. “Earth to Moomin?” 

Moomin looked at her with wide eyes, but didn't say anything. He didn't trust his voice right now. She didn't push it, but gave him a glance with suspiciously narrowed eyes before turning to Snorkmaiden. “So, what's the plan here?” 

Only then did Moomin recognize the look of confused worry on Snorkmaiden’s face directed at him. He must have really zoned out. A slight, embarrassed blush coloured his snout and he averted his eyes. 

“Right,” Snorkmaiden began, clearing her throat and tearing her eyes away from Moomin. “Step one worked swimmingly,” she gestured towards Snufkin and Alicia with a flower in her hand. “So now we just wait.”

Little My groaned disapprovingly. “Ugh, waiting is boring!” 

“Well, we did our part for now,” Snorkmaiden said and continued weaving flower by flower into the loop. She was doing quick work on those flower crowns, which made sense; she'd practised it many times. 

Sniff made a small, confused sound and only then did Moomin realise he was sitting beside them as well. “Wait, what are we doing?” He asked. 

Snorkmaiden didn't even look up from her work when she simply answered, “Matchmaking.”

One second passed before the word fully registered with Moomin and he whipped his head to Snorkmaiden, eyes even wider than before. He desperately hoped the horror he felt inside wasn't shining out of his eyes and that his look could be confused for one of, well… confusion. His eyes flicked between Little My and Snorkmaiden, neither registering his frantic looks. So this was their game; they were trying to set them up.  

Moomin shifted his gaze to Snufkin and Alicia and swallowed hard. His heartbeat was still galloping at max speed, like a racing horse let loose on the track. He simply couldn't control it, his feelings overwhelming him. The sound of Snufkin's harmonica would usually have a calming effect on the troll, but now, watching him play for her , it made his stomach turn.

“What does that mean?” Sniff then asked, though Moomin only vaguely registered the conversation picking back up.

With a roll of her eyes and a small tut, Snorkmaiden replied, “Bringing the two lovers together, of course. You know, giving them the necessary nudge to make it happen.”

“How do we even know if Snufkin likes her back?” Little My asked, casting a quick glance at the unsuspecting Moomin, whose eyes couldn't tear away from the two in the distance Unbeknownst to him, the small mymble registered the look in his eyes, even from just a quick glance; longing . She had seen it many times before, especially when winter was approaching. She looked away before anyone noticed her looking. 

“Well,” Snorkmaiden began, frowning slightly at her flower crown, before flicking her eyes to Moomin. “If someone would just ask him, we would know for sure,” she enunciated clearly, using a suggestive tone and with an eyebrow raised dangerously. Still, Moomin didn't hear her. Little My decided to help him out before Snorkmaiden exploded, kicking his foot while clearing her throat.

Moomin whipped his head back around, completely lost in his own mind. When he noticed Snorkmaiden’s expectant, yet quite annoyed expression, he panicked slightly. “What?” 

“Ugh!” Snorkmaiden’s frustration boiled over, but before she could give out to Moomin, Little My came to his aid again.

“He can't just waltz up and ask him now, can he?” Even though Moomin didn't know what had been asked of him (again), he realised Little My was giving him an out. He'd have to thank her later. “We'll figure it out soon enough,” she continued and then a small smirk formed, as she glanced at Snorkmaiden. “Like you said, we just have to wait.”

“Fine,” Snorkmaiden huffed and continued with the flower crown, fingers moving faster than before. She was upset. “Regardless, let's review the signs; with the amount of time they've been spending together, surely he must like her some bit. Snufkin is rather solitary, so for him to invest this much time in someone other than himself must mean something.” 

Each word felt like a tiny stab to Moomin's poort heart; everything Snorkmaiden was saying was correct and it poked infuriatingly at all of his worst fears and insecurities. 

Moomin had always valued holding the title of Snufkin's best friend. Their bond felt more treasured than those, which they shared with others. But now, perhaps a stronger, even deeper bond was forming between Snufkin and Alicia. The pain in Moomin’s chest was becoming unbearable.

Snorkmaiden's nose scrunched up slightly and she raised her eyebrows scornfully. “Though, I don't really understand what she sees in him…” 

Oh, but Moomin did. How he dreamed he could be the one to form that very special bond with Snufkin. He absolutely adored everything about this wandering vagabond and would gladly follow him across the entire earth, if asked. And how he wished Snufkin would ask! Every moment spent together was magnificent; magical in their own right, and the memories were Moomin’s most precious treasures. 

While Moomin knew Snufkin regarded him as a friend, even a best friend, he knew he was nothing more. And when reviewing the signs, it seemed clear Snufkin’s heart seemed set on someone else. Why else would he suddenly be spending so much time with her ? Snorkmaiden was right.

Moomin glanced back at the pair again and in that moment, Alicia lit up with a bright smile, seeming to finally have success with her spell. Her reaction made Snufkin seize playing for a moment, smiling at her with a smile Moomin imagined to be one of affection. Though, in reality, he still couldn't decipher. Alicia picked up the magic-induced flower, now significantly bigger in size than the others (explaining what the spell meant by ‘growing’) and placed it in Snufkin's hat. The bright orange marigold adorned the hat nicely and as a thank, Snufkin tipped his hat, making Alicia giggle.

Suddenly, unwelcome tears formed in his eyes, clouding Moomin’s vision. Before they could fall, he quickly, but discreetly wiped them away. Thankfully, Sniff was as unobservant as ever, and Little My and Snorkmaiden bickered playfully.

“Hey now, that's my brother you're talking about!” Little My defended, grinning wildly and throwing handfuls of flowers at Snorkmaiden.

“As if you care!” Snorkmaiden laughed, swatting at the feeble flowers attacking her. “Regardless, I believe in love, and everyone deserves love,” she finished in a sweet tone and smiled fondly at Moomin. This time, he noticed and offered a small smile in return, the evidence of tears wiped clear of his face. Yet, Snorkmaiden could tell something was off; her expression shifted slightly, but she didn't ask. “Let's see how it goes today. I think they might need a bigger push, especially Snufkin, so I have more plans, just in case.”

“You and Moominmamma should try scheming together; you’d become criminal masterminds, I tell you!” Little My teased, and their banter continued back and forth for a bit, while everyone settled into making flower crowns. 

To no one's surprise, Sniff was lousy at making flower crowns; he literally had no idea what he was doing. In a miserable attempt for sympathy, he kept pestering Little My to help him, though that behaviour only granted him a very frustrated mymble, refusing to provide any help at all. 

The two started bickering as they usually did, when Snorkmaiden saw her opening. “Hey, are you feeling alright?” She put a paw on Moomins knee, peering at him caringly, hinting at concern.

Moomin had really tried to focus on the flower crown, but his mind betrayed him and kept returning to the scene taking place behind him. He was usually rather skilled in making flower crowns, so his poor attempt was clear proof. Though Moomin suspected that wasn’t what gave him away. He had often been told he was easy to read; like an open book, really. 

Moomin looked up, pulling on every muscle necessary to force a smile that might look somewhat genuine. “Yes,” he said, knowing he'd have to add some lie to explain his behaviour. “I just feel a little poorly, perhaps I ate something bad, I'm not sure…”

For a second, Snorkmaiden seemed to evaluate whether or not to believe him; in the end, she decided to go along. “Oh, I'm sorry, I hope it's nothing too bad. Let me know if we should head back so you can rest.”

“It's alright,” he offered, trying to widen the smile. “Besides,” he had to swallow before continuing. This was going to be painful. “Those two seem to be getting off well,” he gestured towards Snufkin and Alicia without actually looking at them. 

Snorkmaiden lit up like a lighthouse. “I know, right?” She then continued blabbering about how well of a match they were, Moomin pretending to listen while fighting back his screaming, thrashing, wailing emotions inside.

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The day had stretched on, feeling incredibly long for poor Moomin, witnessing the blossoming romance from a distance. That is, until Snufkin and Alicia had joined the group of friends, Alicia happily performing her growth spell on the flowers in their assembled flower crowns, making them even more magnificent than before. Snufkin had sat beside Moomin, smiling at him brightly before laying down for a nap. Thankfully. Moomin wasn't sure he could keep up his happy-facade with Snufkin staring at him; he'd always been able to see right through him. 

Eventually, the sun started setting and they departed, each heading home in their separate directions. Moomin was relieved he didn't have to walk home with Snufkin alone, Little My and Sniff in tow, both staying at the Moominhouse for the time being. They said goodnight to Snufkin, who promptly started a fire to cook dinner over. 

At the Moominhouse, the combined family ate dinner while Sniff and Little My elaborated on the events of the day. Moominmamma clearly noticed her son being quiet, peering at him with concern, but deciding not to draw any attention to it. As soon as Moomin had finished his meal, he went to his room.

He felt exhausted. It had cost him all his energy faking a smile and pretending to be fine throughout the day, when really, he was not. Now, when he was finally able to let go, he found he had nothing left to give, opting to just head straight to bed, giving his mind a break. 

But someone had other plans. Just as he collapsed on his bed, ready to slip away from it all, his door opened. Moomin didn't look, he was sure it was his mother; he had noticed how she’d been looking at him throughout dinner. She was bound to do a check up. 

“You've been acting strange all day. What's your deal?” 

Yet, it was Little My and her tone was unusual, still carrying her general disdain, but also seemed somewhat… concerned? Moomin instantly rolled over to look at her in confusion. But he lacked an answer. 

She sauntered into the room, arms crossed. “Something's going on and you're not telling…”

Moomin couldn't decide what the best approach would be, so he settled for the most familiar; annoyance. “Why would I tell you anyway? You would just tease me about it.”

“Aha!” She said triumphantly, jumping onto his bed frame and sitting perched on the narrow ledge like a cat. “So there is something!”

Well, he couldn't deny that now. Moomin blushed furiously, but sent her an angry scowl. “It doesn't concern you,” he tried to argue, fumbling with his tail to keep his hands busy. 

Little My seemed to ponder this, sitting down instead, swinging her legs slightly. “But what if it does?” She said, but Moomin didn't follow. Little My frowned, though a hint of pink spread on her cheeks. “Concern me, that is…” 

“Right, as if,” Moomin snorted and rolled into a ball, facing away from her. She was faking it, he was sure. 

All he heard was a small huff from the mymble. Even if what she said was true, she decided to change strategy. “If I keep asking questions, I will eventually figure out what it is,” she said confidently, the subtle note of something akin to concern from before completely gone. “Let's see… was it something Snorkmaiden said?” 

Technically, yes, but he didn't budge and Little My continued.

“And it couldn't have been Sniff, he might be infuriating, but rarely to you ,” she said somewhat begrudgingly, because the one Sniff annoyed the most was usually her. “No, I know who this is about.” The smug tone of voice made Moomin's blood run cold. He knew where this was going. Little My jumped down the bedpost and Moomin could feel the mattress giving slightly to her light weight as she approached his round form slowly. She remained still for a moment, prolonging the agonising anticipation of what she would say next. 

“It's Snufkin,” her voice felt as if whispered straight into his ear, though she couldn't be that close. But the mentioning of his name alone sent a shiver down Moomin's spine and he was outed. “I knew it. It's always about Snufkin!” She said triumphantly. “So what is it this time? Did you say something stupid? Or did he just not pay enough attention to you?” Moomin winced at her assumptions and wished she would just let it go. But of course she didn't. “Oh wait-” Moomin felt her crawl on top of him and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shield his inner thoughts from her peering eyes. 

“You're jealous.”

Moomin stiffened, every muscle tensing, which made her bark a self-satisfied laugh and he couldn't take it anymore. He groaned loudly and uncurled himself, sitting up and sending the small mymble tumbling down onto the mattress. “Ugh, yes! Alright?! Yes, I'm jealous!” He howled exasperated. Letting it out actually felt a little nice, but only a little. The repercussions wouldn't be as nice. He had to get rid of her. “Now, can you just leave me alone?”

Little My stared at him with wide eyes, looking less smug than he would have expected. “Woah, Moomintroll. Take it easy,” she said in a strangely amused voice. “I get it, you know. That little witch-” which sounded like a slur, but really wasn't “-is stealing all the attention from your precious Snufkin, your very best friend, and not only that, she's courting him-” and then suddenly it dawned on her. “Wait. Don't tell me that's why you're jealous?” 

Moomin froze again, a horrified look clouding his eyes as his cheeks flushed scarlet red. And Little My had her answer. “Oh,” she murmured to herself. And then a wide smile spread slowly across her cheeks. “ Oh .”

This was bad. She couldn't be trusted, but now she knew his deepest, darkest secret. Moomin sat petrified, shocked into inaction, while his mind went wild with all the different scenarios that might play out from here on. 

“I knew it,” she murmured, more to herself than to Moomin and her eyes got a wicked look about them. “Not that you've been subtle about it, but I could never be sure!” She started laughing. “But of course you have a crush on him-”

“Please,” Moomin interrupted in a begging voice. Oh, he was desperate. “Please don't tell,” he sounded so feeble, which made Little My break her smile as she looked at him. 

She gauged him for a moment, realising his poor state and that strange look of something like concern returned in her eyes. “Huh. You have it bad, don't you?” 

Moomin had to look away. Yes, he did, he was absolutely, completely and stupidly in love. Snufkin's presence alone was enough to make the butterflies (having taken permanent residence inside him, it seemed) go wild. 

“If you like him that much,” Little My started and Moomin snuck a glance at her; she was frowning confusedly. “Why did you agree to Snorkmaiden's plan then?” 

Moomin swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. He didn't want to become upset, he was tired, he just wanted to shut off. “I don't know,” he mumbled miserably, once again fumbling with his tail and staring at it transfixed. He couldn't look her in the eyes. 

She snorted. “That was stupid.”

“I know.”

Then Little My sighed and poked him in the belly, softer and gentler than he expected. “Stop sulking,” her tone had once again changed to sound more caring than he had ever heard before. “Make your own move! They're not together yet,” Moomin hated how she included ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence. “Who's to say that's what he wants?”

With a heavy, shaky sigh, Moomin dropped his tail and dared a look at her. “What if it is?”

Little My's expression was gentle, yet her brows were furrowed in determination. “You don't know that,” she said and poked him again. Perhaps that was her way of showing affection; it would be very much like her. “Come on, Moomin, just do something about it!” 

He remained very quiet, eyes once again cast down as he fought back tears. Her confidence in him was flattering, but unwarranted. The silence prolonged and Little My realised her pep talk hadn't worked, even before he answered. In a tiny voice, barely above a whisper, Moomin answered. “I can't…”

Because, really, he couldn't. He never intended to in the first place. And now, it was too late. He'd probably get over it someday, though that future felt very distant and unrecognisable. And if he didn't, so be it, as long as Snufkin was happy. 

“You're stupid,” Little My said disapprovingly, crossing her arms and glaring at him. Without further comment, she jumped off the bed and stomped out the room, leaving him to himself. 

She was right. He was stupid. It all was rather stupid.

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It was time for that bigger push. Snorkmaiden had it all planned out; what better way to bring people together than through thrill seeking activities and poor food? Moomin could honestly think of a lot of other ways, but what did he know? So naturally, they were going to the fairgrounds. 

It had been a week since their trip to the flower field, where, as Snorkmaiden had suspected, nothing had happened with the budding romance. She had gone straight into planning mode shortly after, making a tight plan for the day at the fairgrounds. The goal; get Snufkin and Alicia into as many situations as possible where it can just be the two of them. Which, in her opinion, would be simple on the fairground, as you’d just force them together on all the rides. 

The weather was still wonderful, the sun shining brightly, though a light breeze tempered the increasing summer heat nicely. Perfect weather for the trip the friends were embarking on. Alicia had met them in the forest about halfway. She had never been to the fairgrounds, her grandmother wouldn’t allow it. It was not befitting her witch practice, she had said. Little My asked how she then managed to convince her? To which Alicia smiled mischievously, merely stating she didn’t. Apparently, her and Little My had a thing in common. 

Moomin and Snufkin were taking up the rear of the group; he felt somewhat relieved that Snufkin hadn’t rushed to her side when she appeared, nor that she jumped straight to his. Yet, Moomin felt beside himself. His thoughts were scrambling, trying to anticipate all possible scenarios and outcomes of the day. He didn’t like any of them. 

“You’re awfully quiet today,” Snufkin suddenly remarked, making Moomin jump out of his thoughts and revert back to the present. 

“Am I?” He tried to ask innocently. Snufkin just hummed to confirm. “Oh…” Moomin quickly came up with a lie. “Just enjoying the silence, I guess.” And your company , he added mentally. At least, that wasn’t untrue. Then he frowned slightly. “While it lasts.” Which fitted both statements, he noted grimly. 

Snufkin didn’t notice his serious demeanour. “Good point,” he chuckled in response and pulled out his pipe from his front pocket. Moomin glanced at him interestedly as he filled the pipe with tobacco from a small pouch, stuffing it gently, before placing it between his lips. Then, with a match, he lit the tobacco and puffed on the pipe a few times, helping ignite it properly. Moomin had watched him do it many times, but was equally mesmerised every time. 

After a moment, the pipe seemed to be going properly and Snufkin blew out a big puff of smoke, sighing contentedly. Noticing Moomin staring, he smiled knowingly. Without another word, he offered the pipe to Moomin. This, they had also done often, though Moomin would never tell his parents. With a grateful nod, Moomin took the pipe and heaved a breath of tobacco. 

The two walked in silence, sharing the pipe between them, while the girls in front chatted excitedly, trying to convince a reluctant Sniff to try the roller coaster once they arrived. 

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As planned, the roller coaster became their first stop and somehow, the girls had managed to convince (or scare/force) Sniff into joining. Thankfully, there was no queue and the group could jump straight into the vacant train before take-off. Yet, that left them no time to discuss their seating arrangement. Snufkin and Moomin had remained side by side since they entered the park; Moomin had momentarily forgotten about his matchmaking responsibilities, and was genuinely just enjoying Snufkin’s company for a while. But just as the two were about to take a seat together, Snorkmaiden grabbed Moomin’s paw. 

“Moomin, come sit with me!” She sang in an overly sugar-sweet tone. Too sweet. Instantly, Moomin recalled what their plan was and he let himself be whisked away. Snorkmaiden slipped into a seat towards the back of the train and Moomin plopped in beside her, his momentary ignorant bliss evaporated. 

In the next seat, Little My sat down a shivering Sniff, securing their lap bar restraint and sniggering maniacally the entire time. Moomin wondered if Little My decided to sit with Sniff because of the plan or because she truly enjoyed tormenting him. 

That left Snufkin and Alicia to take a seat in the front. 

It truly was a fun ride; all laughed and shrieked all the way through. Once the ride was over, Little My clearly wanted to go again, having enjoyed Sniff’s cries so thoroughly it had to be experienced again. Sniff, however, had become very quiet and sat very still, looking like a ghost as he waited to be let off. Only when Little My sneakily secured their lap bar, locking him in for a second trip, did he kick back into action, starting to whimper in panic all over again.  

While the ride was fun, Moomin didn’t need another go. Yet, as he was about to crawl off, Snorkmaiden stopped him. 

“Wait!” She hissed and pulled him back down. “Let them be alone for a moment.” She gestured towards Snufkin and Alicia, who had both gotten off the ride. Moomin sighed to himself and sat back down. He’d agreed to help with the plan, even if he hated it. 

The second time was not as thrilling; actually, it started to become slightly nauseating. Thankfully, Snorkmaiden agreed and the two got off after it to join Snufkin and Alicia. But Little My was not done tormenting Sniff. Somehow she managed to lock him in place for three more rides in a row; her cackles could be heard loudly throughout the park, mixing horrifyingly with Sniff’s cries. Once she deemed her mission successful, she jumped off the ride easily, not at all bothered by the repeated g-forces she had just endured. Sniff, however, was feeling it. He practically crawled off the ride, folding over himself and looking very pale, eyes rimmed with dark circles. He couldn’t stand upright without swaying.

“That was fun!” Little My exclaimed self-satisfied, clearly talking more about messing with Sniff than the ride itself. 

Next, the friends decided to grab a bite to eat; it had been a while since breakfast, after all. Sniff, however, was not in the mood for food (which might have been a first!) He didn’t seem much in the mood for anything, but trudged along regardless. 

The fairgrounds had all sorts of strange foods, most of them rather greasy, which was an acquired taste on its own. They all settled for some corn on the cob.

“What should we try next?” Snorkmaiden asked and took another bite of her corn.

The friends had found a quieter area full of hay bales, serving as makeshift seats for any dining guests.

“No more rides,” Sniff pleaded, holding his stomach tightly as he had done ever since getting off the rollercoaster. He was eyeing their food miserably.

Little My tutted, mouth full of corn and sending small pieces flying. “But that’s what we’re here for!” 

“How about…” Alicia interrupted with a small voice. She swallowed what she had in her mouth before continuing. “We just walk around for a bit?” She sent Sniff an understanding look. “See what else is here.”

Despite Little My’s disapproving snorts, the friends agreed. 

Besides rides, the fairgrounds had a lot of tents with activities, food or random items for purchase. There was lots to see, though most of it seemed like cheap tricks or junk items, though Sniff seemed to think otherwise, having gotten a bit of his normal spring back after the nausea subsided. He was in a discussion with Snufkin and Alicia about material goods. Everyone was aware of Snufkin’s distaste in material possessions, so it was no surprise he’d thrown a snarky comment at Sniff when he seemed particularly interested in a completely useless supposed toy. Sniff had vehemently retorted, when Alicia interfered. She tried to argue how, as a witch, you couldn’t become too bound by material goods, as it would inhibit your witchery - or something like that, she wasn’t entirely sure. To which Sniff, in pure horror, had started firing questions at her; what about presents? Toys? Treasure? Alicia tried to answer best she could, the two continuously discussing what kind of sacrifices one would have to make as a witch, when Snufkin slipped out from the conversation to join Moomin and Little My in the back of the group. 

Snufkin matched their pace, falling into a comfortable silence as he walked beside them. Moomin smiled at him, not thinking much of it, until he noticed Little My; out of the corner of her eyes, she glanced between Snufkin and Moomin, while the widest smirk spread across her cheeks. Moomin instantly seized up. Little My locked eyes with him, her eyebrows doing a tiny, suggestive wiggle, before she bounced off, joining Snorkmaiden in the front. 

Moomin could feel his cheeks heat up. Suddenly, the silence wasn’t comfortable at all. Should he say something? What would he even say? Snufkin probably preferred the silence, having joined Moomin only because he knew he would stay quiet. Or did he expect him to talk? Had it always been this difficult to talk to his best friend? He didn’t think so. It was all Little My’s fault- 

His thoughts were spiralling, yet again. Maybe he should just go for it. The silence was unbearable, he’d rather talk about nonsense than nothing. 

“A-are you enjoying yourself?” he asked rather timidly. It was the most small-talkie subject he could think of at the moment. 

Snufkin had lit his pipe again, taking a heave before answering. “Yes, quite,” he said simply as he exhaled. “The company is good.”

Moomin’s heart dropped in an instant. That was an odd thing to say if not thinking of Alicia; the company was otherwise the same.

“Yes, of course,” Moomin muttered slightly dismissively, saying it somewhat to himself. Maybe the silence was better, after all. 

“Although you were right about the noise,” Snufkin mused, sending Moomin a bright smile as he bumped against his shoulder lightly. The troll offered a quick smile in return, but remained otherwise quiet. Snufkin’s smile faltered. He kept peering into Moomin’s face quizzically, but Moomin was too lost in his own thoughts to really notice. 

Something was off, Snufkin determined. “Moomint-” he began, but was cut off. 

“Yes!” Snorkmaiden gasped, pointing towards a specific tent. “Oh gosh, what a splendid idea!” She called to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s get our fortunes read!” 

The tent did indeed host a fortune teller, as the sign outside indicated with a picture of a mysterious, hooded figure, hunched over a ‘magical’ glass orb. The moment between the two friends was lost and both Moomin and Snufkin focused on the tent in question. 

“I don’t trust some stranger to make guesses at what my future might look like,” Snufkin said immediately, voice firm. He took a quick huff on the pipe and continued. “The cards will tell me what I need to know,” he said, patting his front pocket holding his personal deck of tarot cards. You never know when you need guidance , he had once explained wisely to Moomin, when asked why he carried them with him all the time. “You go ahead, though.” He stepped over to the hay bale sitting beside the entrance of the tent, resting against it while continuing to smoke his pipe, content with waiting. 

Snorkmaiden rolled her eyes, looking slightly disappointed. “Fine, the rest of us will go then.”

Little My glanced between Snufkin and Snorkmaiden quickly, before she jumped onto the hay bale next to Snufkin. “Nope, I’ll pass,” she said flatly, ignoring the glare she received from Snorkmaiden. 

“Actually,” Sniff started, rubbing his stomach. “I think I might be getting hungry.” He looked around, already in search of food. “I’ll go grab some snacks…” He had already wandered off before finishing the sentence, looking more excited than an ancestor for pine needles. 

Snorkmaiden didn’t even react to Sniff’s departure, still glaring dangerously at Little My. The small mymble stared back with a careless, unwavering expression. Moomin was convinced they could be having a telepathic quarrel at that moment. Best to break it off. 

“Come on, Snorkmaiden,” he tried, walking in between their locked eyes, putting a paw on Snorkmaiden’s shoulder to usher her into the tent. Somewhat reluctantly, Snorkmaiden followed, with Alicia right on her heels.

The tent was very dark, cast in a purple glow from the lamps hiding behind the sheets hanging from the ceiling. Sparkling trinkets decorated the tarp walls neatly. The only object in the small tent was the round table in the middle, clothed with a midnight blue tablecloth adorned in golden stars, different phases of the moon and other celestial constellations. Atop the table sat the crystal ball, pink smoke swirling inside, as two hands with long fingers, each joint decorated in magnificent rings, floated about the ball mysteriously. 

“Tell us what you seek to know,” hissed the hooded figure sitting behind the ball, completely motionless except for the fingers twirling. Their hood covered their face entirely. Like the decorations in the tent, small stellar trinkets hung from the front of the hood, obscuring the face even more so.

The three friends gawked about the room in fascination. This was not what they expected from the outside. From the initial glance, Moomin had suspected it to be some hoax. But standing in this space, his skin tingled, as if there was a certain magic to the air. He glanced at Alicia, who seemed equally impressed and he wondered if that meant it had any validity. 

Once Snorkmaiden had composed herself, she was eager to go first. “Hello. We're here to get our fortunes read,” she said in a low voice, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the magical forces somehow.

The hooded figure swirled their fingers around the ball swiftly, the faster motion startling Snorkmaiden slightly. “Ah, a fortune,” hissed the figure. “You seek to know what Lady Luck has in store for you. Yet, luck is incorrect in definition. All is predetermined; the future is not a mere string of fortuitous events, you see,” the voice continued hissing. Perhaps it was just their way of speaking, Moomin wondered, thinking it must be quite strenuous on the vocal cords. 

Snorkmaiden seemed at a loss how to respond, idling in front of the table, plucking at the fur on her wrist nervously.

“Very well, fairest one, we shall give you a glimpse,” hissed the figure and started tapping the crystal ball with their long nails. “Love is prevalent in you,” Snorkmaiden instantly lit up. “You seek to love and be loved in return, yet the only eyes returning that sentiment are your own. Perhaps you need not gaze upon a reflection.” The smoke inside the crystal ball went from pink to gold, shimmering much like Snorkmaiden's anklet. Her previously sweet smile had been wiped, replaced with a moping gawk. However, the figure was not done with her ‘fortune’. “You believe your actions to be of love, but it is self indulgent. Actions with pure intentions, does not justify impure actions.”

As the figure finished their reading, their hands resumed the slowed, tranquil turning around the ball and the smoke settled, once again turning a light pink. 

Snorkmaiden was paralyzed, staring incredulously at the hooded figure, mouth agape. When she didn't move, the hooded figure raised a long finger at Moomin and waved him over. That seemed to snap Snorkmaiden out of it; with an angry huff, she stepped aside, into a corner of the tent, crossing her arms defiantly, scowling. Her face had turned completely red and Moomin didn't think he had ever seen her this fuming without an outburst. 

“Now, young troll, what do you seek to know?”

Moomin fidgeted with his paws nervously. “Uh, the same, I suppose?” 

The figure started twirling their fingers dramatically and the smoke followed. It looked like a storm brewing inside the glass orb and Moomin stared at it transfixed, feeling uneasy. And the following words didn't help. “You're innocent. Naïve. Rather than facing reality, you cling to your childlike beliefs. It will be your undoing.” Moomin swallowed with difficulty and tried to look at the figure's face. What was that supposed to mean? “You are only fooling yourself. Change is inevitable and it is coming. Yet, you dare not act upon it. And that will be your greatest sorrow.” The smoke inside the crystal kept raging, turning a dark, stormy grey and Moomin saw his own terrified eyes reflected back at him on the glass surface. 

Slowly, the smoke settled, turned pink and the fingers returned to the calm movement. Moomin took a step back. He felt a little short of breath. He glanced at Alicia, who stared at him with wide eyes, seemingly as shocked by this revelation as he was. Snorkmaiden looked at him with a concerned look, but once he looked at her, she cast her eyes aside, still acting cross from before. Perhaps she started to regret this fortune reading idea. 

Moomin stepped properly away from the table to allow Alicia to have a go. Understandably, she seemed rather nervous.

“Ah, another fair maiden,” the hooded figure hissed. “Let us see.” The figure tapped the glass a few times and started twirling their fingers again. “Another magic user… a witch, though with a heart of purity. Rare, indeed.” It seemed the figure was having a harder time reading Alicia, as the fortune didn't come straight away as it did with Moomin and Snorkmaiden. The smoke started to turn slightly green, a deep mossy sort of green, reminiscent of the forest she lived in. “Your vision is clouded by green. You are surrounded by it, in your inner and outer life. We sense a love so pure it is unmatched.” The smoke inside the ball continued to swirl, gradually shifting in green hues, until it seemed to settle on a specific type of green and Moomin recognized it immediately. “Let it consume you and you might find extraordinary power. Yet, tread carefully. The sting of true love can be painful.”

Once again, the smoke settled and the fingers resumed their mindless twirling. Alicia exhaled slowly, eyes stuck on the crystal ball and a small smile found her lips. Moomin knew exactly what she was thinking when the discreet blush adorned her cheeks and it made his heart drop. 

“Farewell, younglings, may your futures be ‘fortunate’,” the voice hissed and took a slow bow. Then, the figure stood up rather promptly and extended their hand. “That will be 5 coins each,” the figure said, completely breaking character and the three friends jumped in surprise. They paid up regardless, though Snorkmaiden started to think it a scam, especially considering her lousy reading.

The three met up with Snufkin and Little My, lounging in silence on the hay bale, while Sniff was sitting on the ground beside it, eating popcorn. Upon seeing Snufkin, Alicia blushed. Moomin cast his eyes down. He knew all too well what his own reading had been insinuating and worse still, there was no doubt what Alicia's had been about. When Little My sarcastically inquired about their fortunes, Snorkmaiden gladly steered the conversation onto Alicia's more positive reading. Clearly, she didn't care much to share her own. Moomin likewise didn't elaborate much on his, allowing the conversation to be fully centred on Alicia's ‘love reading’. Moomin remained very quiet, not really looking at anyone, unless directly addressed. Little My obviously noticed; nothing goes by her pointy nose, and coupled with her new found information from her brother, she set out on a new mission. 

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Next stop; the ferris wheel. Supposedly, you should be able to see across the entire valley from the top, though it seemed too good to be true. The wheel didn’t look to go that high.

Each cart could only host two people and only one cart could be boarded at a time. Snorkmaiden sneakily made sure they queued in their respective ‘pairs’; Little My and Sniff, Snorkmaiden and Moomin, and Alicia and Snufkin. 

The first to board were Little My and Sniff, but just as they were let on, the small mymble seemed to have other ideas. “Hang on, no!” She objected, turning back to the others. “I'm not sitting with Sniff on this one, he’s scared of heights. I want to sit with someone else!” Moomin frowned to himself; he thought that would be the reason she’d want to sit with him. 

Snorkmaiden narrowed her eyes dangerously. “My, what are you doing? We agreed-” she hissed, but Little My was unfazed. She quickly bounced over and grabbed Alicia's hand. 

“You go, use your magic to calm him down or go blind or whatever,” Little My said as she pulled Alicia towards the cart with Sniff waiting confusedly inside. 

“Ah! Don't make me go blind, please,” Sniff pleaded as Alicia was shoved inside. Little My closed the door with a resounding click and stepped back as they were off and the next cart pulled in. 

They could hear Sniff whimpering and Alicia quietly trying to calm him as they started to go up; she was not going to make him blind, he shouldn't worry, they were safe in the cart. To which Sniff started panicking over the height, even before they had properly lifted off the ground.

Snorkmaiden glared daggers at Little My, huffing dramatically as she walked past her, arm locked with Moomin, dragging him along. As Snorkmaiden crawled into the cart, releasing her grip on Moomin for a moment, Little My was quick on her feet; she leapt over Moomin, bouncing off his snout and into the cart after Snorkmaiden, slamming the door closed after her. 

It took but half a second before Snorkmaiden registered what had happened. “What are you doing?!” Instantly, she was fuming. “MY!” But they were already off, the small mymble casting a gleeful wink to Moomin as they ascended. 

And then he understood why, blushing furiously. Now it was just him and Snufkin left. 

Snufkin walked up beside Moomin. “Everyone is acting so strange today,” he murmured, half to himself, Moomin supposed and decided not to answer. After all, he was probably included in ‘everyone’. His blush only deepened. Snufkin hummed, expelling the thought, then smiled brightly at Moomin, gesturing to the next cart. “Shall we?” 

Moomin nodded and forced a tiny smile, crawling into the cart after Snufkin. His thoughts were racing. What was Little My playing at? He felt so exposed; as soon as she had figured him out, he knew she was going to pull a trick like this. She might as well have shouted his secret out loud. Snufkin had even pointed it out; they were acting strange, it was too obvious. 

Then again… Selfishly, he was fine with separating Alicia and Snufkin for a bit. He just wasn’t sure he preferred to take up her space beside him, though. Why was it suddenly so difficult to just be normal around Snufkin? It was this entire mess of a day, only worsened by Little My’s sneaky manoeuvre. And that wink… he shuddered. 

“I wonder if it really does go as high as they say,” Snufkin mused, looking about at the scenery as they started to ascend. Moomin barely registered him talking. Which was strange, so unlike his best friend, Snufkin thought. He knew something was bothering Moomin and finally, he had an opportunity to ask, undisturbed. 

“Moomintroll?” Said troll still didn't react. Snufkin reached out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. The touch made Moomin jump high in his seat, startled, and Snufkin retracted his hand slightly. The whole cart was swinging from the movement. Moomin’s wide blue eyes snapped to meet Snufkin's. “Moomintroll, what's going on? I can tell something is upsetting you.” 

Moomin gulped. That was a question he wasn't ready to answer. He didn't have a lie prepared and he certainly wasn't going to tell the truth. He was sure his cheeks were still coloured red, though it felt as if all blood had left his head. He suddenly felt dizzy. 

“I don't know what you mean,” he said, trying to act collected, but he just sounded aloof. “I'm fine.” 

Snufkin stared at him with a curious expression, hinting at concern. He wasn't convinced. “I believe I can spot an upset troll when I see one,” he said kindly, somewhat amused and smiling knowingly. But Moomin didn’t take the bait. “You can tell me.”

“I said I'm fine!” Moomin snapped. 

Snufkin froze momentarily, shocked by the sudden outburst. But he seemed to get the message and retreated fully to his side of the cart with a silent “okay.” 

Moomin hadn't meant to snap; he’d never intentionally snap at Snufkin. But what was he to say? He felt backed into a corner, with no way of escape, literally and figuratively. Moomin forcibly looked away, hiding his face from Snufkin, regret washing over his every feature. He was truly just making it worse for himself. Not only was he losing Snufkin to Alicia, now he also pushed their friendship away. 

The ferris wheel continued to spin, sending them skywards ever so slowly, stopping regularly to let passengers get off and new ones get on. They were nearing the top, sitting in complete silence, facing their separate ways. In the next cart above them, they could hear Little My and Snorkmaiden bicker in muffled voices, though Snorkmaiden struggled to keep her tone low; she was fuming. A little further up, there was a faint whimper from Sniff, as they were starting to be rather high up.

As the minutes rolled past, Moomin regretted everything about this day. This was miserable. He should have never agreed to come, let alone help Snorkmaiden with her matchmaking plan. Little My was right. He was really stupid. And now he was being stupid towards Snufkin, who had done nothing to deserve his bitterness. Moomin shouldn't let his frustration out on him, even if Moomin's affection for Snufkin was part of the frustration.

They reached the top of the ferris wheel and, not surprisingly, they couldn't see across the entire valley. “I guess…” Moomin started, punctuating the heavy silence. “It was a lie, after all.” Referring to the ferris wheel, but he hoped Snufkin could read between the lines; what he said before had also been a lie.

Snufkin glanced at him warily, but upon seeing Moomin's apologetic, defeated expression, he softened and turned to look at him fully. Having now gained Snufkin's full attention, Moomin didn't know what to say. He wanted to apologise, but didn't know how to explain any of it. The silence prolonged, as Moomin struggled to find the right words, sinking deeper and deeper into his spiralling mind. His trouble was practically painted across his face and Snufkin read him easily. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over Moomin's paw, resting on the seat between them. Moomin looked at the hand and then at Snufkin, who smiled at him encouragingly. 

Staring into those deep, hazel eyes, Moomin swallowed over the sudden lump in his throat. “I'm sorry,” he murmured and had to look away. Of course, he was sorry for the moment before; he hadn't meant to snap. But in those words was a much deeper apology only known to Moomin. Sorry for these feelings. Sorry for disrespecting our friendship. Sorry for not wanting to let you go… 

Suddenly he was fighting back tears and he couldn't really hide it. 

The cart shifted as Snufkin inched closer. He lifted Moomin’s paw and clasped it between both his hands, intertwining their fingers slightly, as he gave him a tiny squeeze. 

The touch was meant to be comforting; it wasn't uncommon for them to hold hands, after all. Yet, the gentle caress sent a shiver through Moomin and only reminded him of his treacherous feelings. He glanced at their intertwined fingers regretfully as the first tear fell.

No. This wouldn’t do. He had to shake it off. “Sorry about that,” Moomin sniffed and chuckled sadly, trying to make light of it all. “I’m just being silly.” He rubbed at his eyes with his free paw and tried to wriggle the other paw free as well. But Snufkin only tightened his grip; he wasn’t going to let him go.  

“Your feelings are not silly,” Snufkin countered stubbornly, but with a voice brimming with care and concern. His thumbs started rubbing small circles on Moomin’s wrist. “Will you tell me?” 

Moomin lifted his eyes to meet Snufkin's and he melted in their warmth all over again. Snufkin smiled at him softly, his expression so alluring it could convince Moomin of almost anything. “I… I don't know…” he almost whispered and Snufkin held his gaze intently.

Eyes locked, the silence prolonged. “Sometimes,” Snufkin said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper, too. “It’s better to let it out, even if it hurts in the moment.” His grip on Moomin’s paw tightened a bit, becoming still. His dark eyes were unwavering and ever so convincing. “In the end, it will make you feel better.”

That was it. Somehow, somehow , he felt convinced. At that moment, perhaps it was time to tell Snufkin. Alluring eyes drawing him in, making him feel safe. Moomin swallowed. “I-I… I just…” Yet, an alarm started to go off inside Moomin, some semblance of logic urging him to stop. But Snufkin’s expression was intoxicating, his hands clasped around his paw feeling soft, warm and comforting. This was love, right? But not that kind of love; Moomin knew as much, but oh, how he wished it just meant more than it did. He should tell him. Get it over with. Get the rejection he needed to hear, so maybe, someday, he could move on. Snufkin was right. His logical brain was shrieking in horror, objecting vehemently. But Moomin was lost in the deep richness of Snufkin’s eyes, miserably following his feelings. “Snufkin, I… I should tell you-” 

Just then, Moomin’s ear picked up on Little My’s cackling laugh and Sniff huffing in insult. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed his friends exiting their carts, taking a step aside to wait for Moomin and Snufkin. They had reached the bottom. Next stop, they would be unloaded.

Moomin yanked his paw free from Snufkin’s grip and scurried as far as possible to his side of the cart, not daring another glance at Snufkin. Seconds later, the door opened and Moomin bolted out.

What was he thinking?! Mentally berating himself, Moomin rushed past their friends, mumbling some excuse about needing the restrooms. Absolutely the worst timing imaginable, but worse still; he never intended to tell Snufkin! How did he almost let his deepest secret slip so easily? And to Snufkin , of all creatures?! In the restroom, Moomin grimly noticed his glowing red face in the mirror for a brief moment, before locking himself in a stall, trying in a somewhat futile attempt to calm down. 

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The day was nearing its end, afternoon gradually turning to evening. Little My had insisted on another go on the rollercoaster, but this time Sniff couldn’t be fooled; instead, he wanted to spend the last hours shopping for trinkets. Moomin joined him, as to leave an even number for the rollercoaster. Snufkin also didn't care to go on the rollercoaster again, but before he could object, Snorkmaiden had dragged him along and with no queue, he was quickly shoved into a seat. 

Honestly, Moomin was ready to go home. And if that didn't become an option within the foreseeable future, then please let a sinkhole swallow him, just so he could disappear. If he had felt awkward around Snufkin before, now he didn't know how to function. He needed some time alone to regain his composure.

Sniff eagerly blabbered about all the wondrous things he wanted to purchase and Moomin feigned interest; thankfully, it didn't take a lot of effort to convince his friend. With only so many coins to spare, Sniff had to make some choices. In the end, he settled on the useless, supposed toy from earlier, as he seemed adamant on proving to Snufkin and Alicia (though mostly Snufkin) that the toy, in fact, did have a purpose and was not a waste of money. Even after Sniff acquired the thing, Moomin didn’t feel convinced, but he wouldn’t tell Sniff. 

Besides the toy, Sniff also had just enough to buy a pair of sunglasses; why they had to be the biggest and hottest-pink ones was beyond Moomin’s comprehension. But sure, they somewhat matched Sniff’s wacky personality, he supposed. It wasn’t nearly bright enough to be needing sunglasses, but Sniff wore them regardless. 

Purchases complete, the two retreated to find their friends. It took a little while, but eventually, they found them on the last ride they had yet to try; the merry-go-round. 

Moomin watched as his friends spun around on the slow carousel. They were all smiling joyfully, waving at him and Sniff eagerly once spotted. Moomin smiled back as earnestly as possible, though his heart stung a little seeing Alicia and Snufkin sitting close, side by side in one of the few two-seaters. And the hurt only worsened when Snorkmaiden, sitting on a horse right behind them, pointed eagerly at her success, grinning from ear to ear. 

Finally. Once the ride was over, it was time to go home. The group was chatting merrily, heading for the exit, when they made a last minute decision to grab some snacks for the road. 

“I mean, we don't all have to go,” Snorkmaiden said, as they made a stop by some benches near the exit. They had stepped aside, so as not to block the path heading out of the park, standing between a few tents. “Some can wait here,” she gestured to the benches. “While Little My and I get snacks.” Without further ado, she lifted the small mymble off the ground, one paw covering her mouth, as Little My instantly started opposing, thrashing wildly against the grip, though unsuccessfully. Snorkmaiden walked off resolutely.

“I'll help!” Sniff announced, running after them. 

That left Snufkin, Alicia and Moomin, the latter immediately feeling like the most awkward third wheel in history. For what felt like an eternity (yet was but a mere few seconds) Moomin debated whether he should stay or leave. The silence was agonising . 

Snufkin went to sit down on a bench and Alicia joined him shortly after, leaving Moomin to stand uncomfortably in front of them. Seeing the two sitting together, he realised what he ought to do. Though he didn't like it, leaving was probably for the best; for them, as well as for him. He couldn't take any more embarrassment today, he was at his limit. 

“I, uh… uhm,” Goodness. Had speaking always been this difficult? “I suppose, maybe, uh… I-I - oh, w-what was that?” Faking hearing someone calling his name, his movement became so very theatrical; his father would be proud. Yet, internally, he cringed painfully. “SomeoneiscallingIbettergosee-” he mumbled in one incoherent string of words and instantly rushed off. Thankfully, he didn't notice the wide-eyed, yet concerned stare from Snufkin, nor the slight confused giggle from Alicia. 

Moomin ran to the other side of the tents, making sure he was out of view. Now what? He didn't actually know where to go. And he didn't want to wander too far, as they would be heading home soon. 

Instead, he just stood there, waiting. At least, being on his own was less awkward.

After a short while, the others returned with snacks; Little My looking very displeased, but having at least been released from Snorkmaiden’s grip. Upon seeing Moomin, Snorkmaiden beamed and quickly went into a crouch, changing direction. “Moomin, you’re a genius!” she squealed in a hushed voice and motioned the others to follow suit.

“What are we doing?” Moomin asked, already guessing at her intentions and not liking it one bit.

“Just checking,” she whispered excitedly and came to a stop at a narrow slit between two tents. From their position, they could easily get a peak at Snufkin and Alicia sitting on the bench from behind. They weren’t close enough to hear what they were saying. Thankfully, Moomin thought to himself. 

Alicia was clearly leaning towards Snufkin, Moomin could tell, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. They were chatting about something, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly from what they could glean from a distance. Then, Alicia seemed to inch slightly closer, turning her head to look at Snufkin. She cocked her head to the side sweetly, biting at her lower lip endearingly. The knot inside Moomin tightened. 

Suddenly, his ears were pierced by a loud crunch.

All eyes shifted to Sniff. “It was just one crisp!” he whispered defensively, but was shushed by Snorkmaiden nonetheless. 

Anxiously returning to the scene unfolding before them, Moomin noticed Alicia’s delicate finger tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, as she gazed longingly, yet nervously at Snufkin. Moomin's heart jumped to his throat. He ought to look away; spare his poor heart. But it was as if he couldn't, eyes drawn to the disaster happening before him.

When Alicia lowered her hand, she placed it over Snufkin's, resting on the bench between them. The touch startled Snufkin slightly and he turned to look at her. They locked eyes for a second, Alicia's glistening magically.

And then they kissed.

Moomin's entire world collapsed. He had never known such pain as the one he felt in that moment. The empty void spreading within him was only disturbed by the violent, continuous throbbing pain in his heart, as if a knife was being plunged through it repeatedly. This was it. He had officially lost the game he had never been willing to play in the first place. 

It was but a second before Moomin scrambled to his feet and ran, as the tears were forcing their way out of his eyes. He didn't stay to see what happened next; it didn't matter.

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What Moomin failed to see in that moment, was how it was Alicia who leaned forwards; it was her placing a soft, gentle kiss onto Snufkin's lips. A kiss he didn't reciprocate. 

A few seconds later, when Alicia pulled away, Snufkin had turned her down. He didn’t feel the same for her, as she clearly did for him. Alicia had gone red with embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands, but he had gently pried them away, smiling at her softly, assuring her it was fine. If she still wanted to, he’d gladly remain friends; he enjoyed her company and helping her in her witch practice. Despite the rejection, she agreed; she didn’t want to lose him as a friend either, though she had hoped they could’ve been more. 

The friends watched all this transpire, except Moomin. Talk about a wash, all that work for nothing , Snorkmaiden had grumbled dismissively. Sniff didn’t seem to care much either way, engrossed by his bag of crisps. But Little My had a determinate fire set ablaze in her. Her suspicions fully confirmed, now it was time for that proper push…

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A few days had passed since their day at the fairgrounds and Moomin struggled to keep up a facade of normality. Whenever around others, he would plaster on a fake smile, not wanting them to worry, or worse, ask questions. Yet, it was clear to any creature that Moomin was sad. He had always been rather easy to read. But, at home, his parents were sympathetic enough to give him some space; he didn't go around pretending to be fine, if not to signal he wanted to be left alone.

Even Little My had given him some space, which was most unusual. She went about her business as normal. If they did cross paths, she had no snarky comments. Yet, her lips would twist upwards in a secretive smile. Moomin was sure the smile was meant to mock him. He could practically hear the words spill from that smirk; I told you so . Truly, she did tell him. She had actually tried to help, if one could believe it. But it was too late now. 

Moomin couldn't recall any other time in his life where he had felt so empty. In one moment, he'd be sad, but then the next, he'd just exist, staring off into nothingness and wondering how long he was going to feel this way. It was strange to have one's heart broken by someone, who didn't know they held the power to break it in the first place. Which just made the whole ordeal a lot worse; if only he could blame someone else for his heartache, maybe it'd be easier to get over. But he could truly only blame himself. He wasn't mad at Alicia. Jealous, yes. Even still, despite having lost, the jealousy reared its ugly head. But he couldn't blame her for any of it. She only did the one thing he hadn't dared to; follow her heart. 

Similar thoughts would be rummaging through Moomin's head most days, only becoming louder and louder as he closed his eyes in the evening to fall asleep. Nighttime was the worst, it left so much space for rumination, as the house was quiet and the hours seemed to become longer. 

Not sleeping enough was probably the worst condition at the moment. It meant he never got to properly escape his mind and he really needed a break from it.

As another day turned into night, Moomin found himself in bed, staring into the empty space just below his ceiling, trying to sleep, but failing. He kept wondering when he'd see Snufkin again… and if he even wanted to see him right now. He wasn't sure his heart could take it, yet he still missed him. Could they still be friends when Moomin had his heart broken like this? Snufkin would surely be able to tell something was wrong, but Moomin could never tell him why, especially now. Maybe it was best if they didn't see each other for a while. Moomin's heart ached; what if their friendship would never be the same again? 

Tap .

Moomin's ears perked and instantly, his heart leaped at the potential of a pebble having hit his window just then. Maybe he had imagined it, so he didn't move. 

Tap .

But by the second tap, he was sure and suddenly, his body felt very alert. 

Moomin crawled out of bed with a racing heart, nearing the window apprehensively. He only knew one creature who'd throw pebbles at his window. On the ground below his window, illuminated only by the moon, stood that very best friend of his. Snufkin.

It really wouldn't do; his body had to stop reacting like this whenever seeing his friend, heart racing, breath hitching. It would be impossible to remain friends otherwise. 

Upon seeing the troll’s white shape in the window, Snufkik beamed, taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. Moomin's lips curled upwards at the ends, smiling back while his heart fluttered. He lifted a paw slightly to wave back. But then he faltered, smile vanishing and the flutters turning painful, as his paw sank. Cursed be these emotions, making him feel all giddy… 

Why was Snufkin here anyways? Moomin had just determined he wasn't ready to see him, yet here he was. He couldn’t just send him away, that would be rude, but he had to weave himself out of whatever plans Snufkin seemed to want him involved in. With quite a bit of reluctance, Moomin still found himself curious about what Snufkin was up to, so he opened his window.

“Moomintroll,” Snufkin greeted, sounding just a tad bit more excited than usual, which had Moomin's ears perk up. Then he tipped his hat. “Good evening.” 

His antics were too endearing and Moomin's turbulent emotions were competing for attention; one part wanting to giggle like a lovesick fool, the other wanting to jump out the window to end his misery. 

“Snufkin,” Moomin murmured, not really loud enough for Snufkin to hear, but the mumrik proceeded unnoticed. 

Snufkin cleared his throat and kicked at the ground apprehensively, casting his eyes down, hiding them beneath the hat. “There's something I want to show you,” he said, pausing for a response. But Moomin didn't say anything, his inner turmoil causing his voice to cease. After a few seconds, Snufkin looked up, a shy smile on his lips. “Will you join me?”

Yes . That would be the immediate answer, if Moomin's tongue hadn't twisted into knots. He wanted to go, if anything to just appease his growing curiosity. But even more so if it would make Snufkin happy. Clearly, he must want Moomin to join, why else would he wake him in the middle of the night to ask? That thought sent a new wave of flutters through Moomin's body. But then his stomach clenched, trapping the butterflies in a tightening net, their fluttering wings becoming desperate against the pressure; it was painful. Really painful. Because Moomin knew he couldn't go, despite his curiosity or pleaser instinct. He'd be a fool to hang out with Snufkin at this moment, the pain would be unbearable. And Snufkin would see right through him, making everything worse. 

He answered timidly, but loud enough for Snufkin to hear. “I-I can't, not tonight.” Moomin immediately noticed Snufkin's smile fade. “I'm very tired. I need to sleep,” he added, hoping that to be a reasonable excuse. Lying had never been his strong suit, but it was just a half-lie; he was tired, after all. 

Snufkin's new expression could only read as disappointed and oh, how Moomin hated to disappoint. Guilt started gripping his heart. “I'm sorry,” Moomin said, wringing his paws uncomfortably. “Maybe some other time,” he added lamely, hoping desperately that there would be another time. 

The look on Snufkin’s face could be enough for Moomin to change his mind; best not to wait for an answer, then. “Good night,” he mumbled quickly and stepped away from the window. His paws reached up to close it, but once shut halfway, he hesitated, part of him not really having the heart to fully close it on Snufkin. He lingered for just a second, managing to deliberate and ultimately decide to just leave it as is and hurried back to bed. His heart was racing; maybe he should have closed it. But now he couldn't go back, Snufkin would still be there. He'd just wait a minute, then Snufkin would leave. But what if he didn't and he saw the open window as an invitation? Moomin's thoughts kept raging, going back and forth, when he suddenly heard the rope from his ladder tightening. And then the soft clanking of the ladder swaying against the house in a rhythmic pattern as someone was climbing it, one step at a time. Moomin fisted his bedsheet between tight paws, eyes impossibly wide, while a mixture of horror and excitement flushed through him. 

Seconds later, he heard with terrorising interest how the window opened fully, Snufkin grunting slightly from the effort. 

“I'm afraid it has to be tonight.”

Moomin rolled over to look; Snufkin hung onto the windowsill with both hands, head just poking through, his features slightly hidden in the shade of his hat. But Moomin saw it clear enough, he'd recognize those captivating eyes anywhere. Moomin sat up, casting his eyes to the side, so as not to get charmed. 

“Whatever can be so important it has to be tonight?” Moomin asked, fidgeting nervously with his tail just to preoccupy himself. 

Snufkin hummed, thinking. Shouldn't that answer come easily? Moomin glanced at him, curiosity winning over caution; big mistake. Snufkin caught his eyes and smiled playfully. Moomin's heart leaped. “You can join me and find out,” Snufkin teased, smile twisting into a smirk. 

Moomin swallowed. “I don't know…”

Both paused, letting the indecisive silence linger above them like a heavy cloud threatening rain. Once a decision was made, it would either start to pour or disperse; Moomin couldn't decide which choice yielded which outcome.

After a while, Snufkin shifted, clearly holding on with effort. “I won't leave until you agree,” he smirked again, though with less confidence. He was determined, stubborn even. It was becoming a struggle to hang on, but he was resolute on doing so till Moomin was convinced. Yet, a part of him worried Moomin couldn’t be convinced. 

Of course, Moomin didn't pick up on any of this, always having difficulties reading the nuances in his friend's expressions and tone. 

Moomin still didn't answer, one part finding it impossible to deny Snufkin anything, while another part vehemently fought against it. 

The mumrik was getting desperate. “I promise you will like it.” If it hadn't been this dark, Moomin would have noticed the slight tint to Snufkin's cheeks.

Whenever Snufkin made a promise, it was serious. He didn't make those relentlessly, so Moomin trusted him. With a slow nod, he let go of his tail. “Okay,” he mumbled and stood up.

Snufkin grinned widely, if only for a brief second, before hurrying down the ladder, allowing Moomin to follow. Still somewhat apprehensive, Moomin climbed down the ladder, his entire body vibrating from excitement, paws trembling. Oh, he hoped this wasn't a mistake… 

Once on the ground, Moomin regarded Snufkin a bit nervously. “If I don't like it,” he started, trying to enact their usual banter. “Then you owe me… something.” He couldn't quite think of what at that moment and hated how his cheeks flushed awkwardly. 

Snufkin chuckled merrily. “Believe me, you will positively love it!”

Then he grabbed Moomin's paw and ran, dragging him off into the night with him.

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They travelled through the forest for a while; their destination was a bit of a distance away. Snufkin led the way, holding Moomin's paw the entire time.

Moomin couldn't guess where they were going for the longest time, the path not familiar enough for him to recognize, especially in the vague, blue light of night. So it wasn't until they reached their destination that he saw and his heart dropped into his stomach. Of all places, why had Snufkin taken him here? To the fairgrounds? 

Was this supposed to be some cruel joke? It couldn't be, Snufkin would never. This was by far the last place Moomin wanted to go, all the vivid, horrendous memories of the previous day here flashing before his mind's eye. But Snufkin wouldn't know that, it had to be a coincidence. Yet, what did he want to show him here, at this hour? The park was closed, after all.

Moomin had involuntarily slowed his pace, trudging behind his friend with hesitancy and Snufkin noticed. He matched his pace, hand grabbing a little tighter around his paw reassuringly. Deep, hazel eyes stared at Moomin with intent, searching for a reaction. While Moomin didn't say much, he was sure his face spoke for itself with the insecure frown he was wearing. His stomach hurt, wrenching painfully at the memories and he wanted to go home, much like he had that day. Snufkin's hand around his paw, squeezing slightly, was the only thing tethering him to the present. 

“Come on, I found a way in,” Snufkin said in a low voice, keeping quiet in the silence of the night, despite them being completely alone. 

They followed the fence till Snufkin found the right spot; a large tree with large, low hanging branches, reaching up and over the fence into the park. This was the first time Snufkin let go of his paw since leaving the moominhouse, as he started to climb the tree easily.

“Snufkin,” Moomin started worrying, though not so much about breaking and entering. “Why are we really out here? The park is closed.”

Snufkin crawled onto the branch, only dipping slightly under his light weight. “You'll see,” he said and dropped down on the other side. The branch recoiled as he let go, leaves rustling in complaint, the most tired ones letting go and falling to the ground around Snufkin. 

Before receiving an answer, Moomin had started climbing the tree, too, and hoisted himself onto the branch. It gave significantly more under his weight. But then Moomin hesitated, not at all comforted by the lack of information provided. “Snufkin…”

The response was immediate. “I promise,” Snufkin answered with such sincerity and intent, Moomin had to trust him. With a shaky sigh, Moomin inched forward on the branch till he was within the park and dropped down. More leaves fell.

Snufkin extended a hand out, a fond smile adorning his lips, as leaves cascaded about him, some landing gracefully on his hat. It looked nice. Moomin didn't have to force the small smile in return, though he still felt apprehensive when grabbing Snufkin's hand. 

Once inside the park, Snufkin still seemed to lead with a destination in mind; he wanted to go somewhere specific, that much was clear. When he stopped in what could be assumed the middle of the park, Moomin was none the wiser to what he wanted to show him. Yet, he was told to wait in that spot, as the mumrik ran off, disappearing from view behind some tents.

It took a while and Moomin managed to imagine a multitude of scenarios of what would happen next. He still worried he was somehow getting pranked, though, as long as Little My hadn't followed them, he should be fine. Imaging the small mymble having followed them made a cold shiver run down his spine. The amount of damage she could do with the information she now held. Terrible. A very terrible thought, indeed.

Just as Moomin dispelled the thought, his attention was instantly snapped to the sudden flick, buzz and clicks he heard throughout the park, followed by bright blinking lights, forcing his night adjusted eyes shut for just a moment. When they reopened, the park had transformed. Strings of lights beamed along the gravel paths, bathing the night sky in their warm yellow glow. Each ride lit up one by one, adding to the radiance and every tent cascaded bright colours from within, mixing playfully with the other lamps to create a festive palette. Suddenly, the night was no more.

Moomin gawked at the sight, any troubling, worrisome thought forgotten momentarily while relishing the sight. Snufkin came round from behind a tent, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched and smiling somewhat nervously as he was gauging Moomin’s reaction. By the pure, wondrous sparkle in Moomin’s eyes, his shoulders relaxed. 

Snufkin cleared his throat to get the troll’s attention. “I told you so,” he murmured and now, with lights dancing across his features, Moomin did notice the slight pink dusting his friend’s cheeks. 

Moomin chuckled, feeling the heat in his own cheeks. “You always do keep your promises.” 

“I would never lie to you, Moomintroll,” Snufkin said earnestly and he probably meant it well, but Moomin felt the slight sting of an accusation in those words. Because he hadn’t been fully honest with Snufkin and he didn’t intend to open up, either. It was deceitful and it was just a matter of time before Snufkin pointed it out with disapproval and disappointment. 

The two walked about the grounds for a bit, enjoying the spectacle, though Moomin couldn’t keep himself distracted any longer, his mind having travelled down a treacherous path again. Suddenly, he felt as awkward around his best friend as he did last time they were here, yet somehow, more was at stake. A sudden fear of losing Snufkin as a friend had stirred, being reinforced by everything happening around him; from what Snufkin had said before, to bringing him here … as if all of it was building up to the point where he’d be exposed, Snufkin telling him he knew all along. And how could they remain friends after that? 

But then again, maybe Moomin was fretting over nothing. He just couldn’t help assemble the pieces and when putting them together, it couldn’t just be coincidence. 

Routinely, Snufkin had pulled out his pipe and naturally, he offered it for Moomin to share. Yet, Moomin was in no state to inhale tobacco, his stomach clenching uncomfortably at the unknown of what would happen next, mind racing. 

“Huh. You usually like to share a smoke with me,” Snufkin muttered, puffing on his pipe with a frown.

Moomin kept his eyes down. “Well… maybe I'm trying to kick the habit.” It wasn’t meant as a joke, but by the way Snufkin chortled, he clearly found it funny. 

“Really, are you now?” 

Moomin shrugged, wanting to play along. “Perhaps. It’s not healthy, you know.”

Snufkin scoffed in pretend-mockery. “That hasn’t stopped you before,” he argued, pointing his pipe at him. 

“Maybe I’ve changed,” Moomin said, only realising the deeper implication of those words as they left him and he stuttered. “I just mean-”

“I know what you mean,” Snufkin cut him off, proceeding to draw a breath on the pipe, letting the nervous pause hang. Moomin anticipated what he’d say next. “Old age caught up to you fast,” but he didn’t expect that. Snufkin said it with an exaggerated sigh, almost dramatic. 

Moomin frowned. “You’re older than me.”

“And wiser.” Which could be debated, yet Moomin obviously agreed, though he’d never tell. “But I understand why you’re being careful,” Snufkin continued, still overly dramatic. “You have become slow, after all.”

Moomin stopped and gawked at him in offence. “Wha-!”

Snufkin shrugged, continuing ahead of him. “It’s true.” 

That wouldn’t do. False accusations. “I could outrun you any time!” Moomin quickly caught up to him, paws balled into fists and puffing his chest, as if that helped prove his point. 

“Fine. Let’s race then,” Snufkin suggested, emptying his pipe by tapping it against his boot to then stomp on the embers. “First to make it round the park.”

And then they were off, running side by side, playfully pushing one another to gain an advantage, but soon it was clear; Moomin could by far outrun Snufkin, even when the mumrik tried to cheat by taking shortcuts. 

When Moomin was sure to win, Snufkin called his name. “Moomintroll, wait!”

Moomin slowed his step and glanced over his shoulder. “Do you give up?”

Snufkin barked a laugh. “Never!” Moomin chuckled as he came to a stop and turned around. Snufkin had jumped onto the merry-go-round. “I know how to get this started,” Snufkin explained mischievously, already tinkering with the control panel in the middle. 

Moomin approached the ride hesitantly, feeling a small pain tug at his heart. Last time, Snufkin had shared this ride with Alicia, the two sitting closely next to each other. 

“You didn’t get to try it last time, so let’s give it a spin.”

With a reluctant step, Moomin came aboard the ride. “You don’t have to for my sake… It didn’t look that riveting, anyways,” he muttered. There was a hint of bitterness to his tone. 

Snufkin paused what he was doing for a moment. “No, perhaps it’s not,” he said, keeping his face hidden from Moomin. Another beat passed, as he got back to tinkering, before adding, “But I’d like to share it with you.”

“Why?” Moomin asked before he could stop himself, body tensing as the words truly hit him. 

Snufkin whipped his head to Moomin, regarding him with a strange expression, as if that was a peculiar thing to ask. Snufkin searched for Moomin’s eyes, but the troll kept looking anywhere but at his friend. Snufkin slowly returned to the control panel. “It would be a nice memory. One we can share,” he murmured in a small voice, but Moomin heard it fine, though not fully understanding. 

They remained silent as Snufkin finished the task at hand and the ride growled as the engine started going. The merry-go-round started spinning slowly. 

Moomin climbed onto a horse, facing away from his friend, still trying to decipher the words from before. Snufkin stepped onto the moving platform and walked over to sit on a horse beside Moomin. Neither looked at the other as the seconds passed and the silence turned almost uncomfortable. 

“You know, I would have liked to spend some more time with you that day,” Snufkin suddenly said in a small voice. 

Moomin snapped his eyes to Snufkin. The mumrik faced straight ahead, eyes cast down, slightly hidden behind his hat. 

Something was not making sense in Moomin’s mind. He frowned. “You got to spend some time with Alicia, though…” he said flatly, backtracking slightly. He must be missing something.

“I did.”

“And you made some nice memories with her.” A particular memory came to mind and Moomin's heart ached. He knew what he saw. 

Snufkin hesitated, glancing warily at Moomin. “I enjoy Alicia's company. She's a good friend.” Moomin couldn't decipher his tone. He assumed she might be a bit more than just a friend at this point, but Snufkin probably wasn't ready to say so. Commitment issues and all that. 

Moomin decided not to answer. Then, Snufkin sighed resolutely and crawled off his horse. Moomin watched him out of the corner of his eyes. 

“But I was mostly looking forward to spending the day with you,” he said in that allusive tone, which Moomin couldn't quite understand. Moomin turned his head to fully look at Snufkin, but the mumrik had his back turned, slowly sauntering out of view, as he started walking in the opposite direction of the moving platform, making his pace agonisingly slow. 

“Honestly,” Snufkin continued, pausing for effect. Or so Moomin assumed. In reality, he was fighting nerves. “I had hoped you and I could have created some memories together that day.” Moomin gripped the fake reins hard. “On all of those rides, I wanted to sit beside you.” Snufkin was almost fully out of view behind the pillar in the middle. “Not her.”

Moomin's heart was pounding excitedly, it was almost painful how fast it was going. Before he could speak, he had to swallow, though his mouth felt dry. “Really?” 

If Snufkin confirmed, he couldn't hear it over the rumbling of the ride. 

After another beat, Snufkin added, “But I could tell you were upset over something. You seemed so distant. Yet you never told me why.”

Instantly, Moomin cringed, reliving the memory of the ferris wheel and how he almost let his deepest, darkest secret slip in the most inconvenient time and place imaginable. 

“W-well, uh,” he started stuttering. But before he could dig himself too far into the ground, Snufkin popped his head out from behind the pillar, still walking against the spinning platform. 

“Does it have anything to do with Alicia?”

Moomin zipped up momentarily, regretting how apparent his reaction was. “No, of course not!” He tried to deflect, doing his best to sound natural, which only gave him away further. Snufkin regarded him with patience; he had always been able to see right through him. Moomin desperately tried to think of any explanation to prove his lie. Alicia? No, no, she's great, I positively love spending time with her, just as much as you do. Moomin winced. Why would I have a problem with Alicia? It's not as if she's stealing you away or anything… Right?

“Well… maybe a bit,” Moomin sighed in defeat, voice feeble and cheeks burning bright. 

Moomin didn't dare look Snufkin in the eyes, but if he had, he'd have noticed the small smile forming on the vagabond’s lips. Snufkin remained silent for a while, gradually coming further into view. 

“Is it about the kiss?”

The instant, heavy silence falling upon them was deafening. Paws tightening on the reins again, Moomin felt his entire body stiffen and breath hitching. He could try another lie. But he wouldn't be successful, he knew as much. He grit his teeth as his mind seemed settled. “Yes,” he breathed in utter defeat. 

From here on, it was uncharted waters; he had no idea what would happen next. Soon, he'd have to admit to everything, let it all out. And it would hurt. Snufkin wanted Alicia. Right? They had kissed; why else would they kiss? But then… why did Snufkin say all of this, why did he ask these questions? 

“Hmm,” Snufkin hummed, sounding almost amused. Moomin hunched his shoulders and looked down in regret. Of course Snufkin knew already… “About the kiss,” Snufkin continued, coming to a sudden stop on the still moving platform a bit ahead of Moomin. “I know you saw it.”

Moomin winced, casting a quick glance up to see Snufkin watching him with interest. He swallowed over the nervous lump in his throat. “You do?” was all he managed to croak.

“Little My told me,” Snufkin answered simply. He then cast his eyes aside, seeming suddenly very interested in one of the horses beside him, as his fingers plucked some potential dirt off it. “She told me a lot of things, actually,” he mumbled and this time, Moomin did catch the small smile, but it only caused him to worry endlessly. He knew exactly what Little My might have spilled. All blood drained from his face. His fingers felt cold, though his palms were sweaty. Snufkin having figured him out on his own was entirely different from Little My telling him, the latter option causing Moomin to panic. Who knew how she might have spun the story?

“Snufkin, I-” Moomin wanted to explain, but what was there to explain, really? “I-I’m sorry, so sorry, Snufkin, please hear me ou-”

But Snufkin cut him off. “I know it was Snorkmaiden's idea, too.” Snufkin caught his eyes. Moomin stopped. 

Snorkmaiden? 

“Oh,” Moomin said after a moment. He was at a loss; what exactly had Little My told him? “Yes… I'm sorry, it was all rather stupid,” Moomin started, wringing his paws uncomfortably, feeling somewhat guilty for throwing Snorkmaiden and her matchmaking plan under the bus so easily. “We really shouldn't have- I'm really sorry,” Moomin looked down, ashamed. 

The ride had gradually slowed down, spinning lazily as it was grinding to a drowsy halt. “But I wonder why you went along with it?” Snufkin asked, eyes locked on Moomin, as if trying to draw out his true thoughts with just his stare alone. As per usual, Moomin couldn't decipher his friend’s expression. “Especially if it made you upset.” At the end of that sentence, Snufkin cocked his head to the side slightly and the way his eyes gazed at Moomin from beneath the brim of the hat, had captured the troll in their endearing depth. 

“I thought that's what you wanted,” Moomin answered breathlessly.

Snufkin's expression didn't change. “You never asked.”

Oh. He hadn't thought about that. Moomin froze on the wooden horse, his mind having been completely wiped from such a simple statement. “No, I guess not,” Moomin mumbled dumbly.

But with his mind now clear, a puzzle started to assemble itself. He had more pieces than he realised, now he just had to put them together:

1. Snufkin knew about their matchmaking plan and wasn’t mad at him for it. 
2. Snufkin knew Moomin was upset about the kiss with Alicia, so he could probably guess how Moomin truly felt.
3. Snufkin had wanted to spend more time with Moomin that day. How did he phrase it again? Create some memories together, you and I. 
4. Snufkin wanted to sit beside Moomin. Not Alicia. Me. Not her. 
5. If only I had dared to ask… 

Snufkin stepped forwards, closing the gap between them slowly, the ride having now gone completely still. As if Snufkin could see the question forming in Moomin’s mind, he asked, “Would you like to know what I want?” 

The question should have kicked Moomin back into action, but he remained completely still in his seat, as realisation gradually dawned on him. Oh. Oh. Warmth spread through him, colouring his snout and cheeks pink. Not trusting his voice, Moomin settled for a nod. 

Snufkin kept drawing closer, tantalisingly slow, deep hazel eyes locked with Moomin’s bright blue the entire time. It seemed like an eternity before Snufkin stopped in front of him; Moomin was sure to pass out any second, as he’d forgotten how to breathe. Snufkin stood close, his scarf brushing softly against Moomin’s knee. He only reached Moomin to his chest, from where the troll sat on the horse still. Then he reached up and placed a warm hand on the tip of Moomin’s nose, and the touch sent an electric shiver through Moomin’s entire body and he shuddered. Snufkin kept gazing into his eyes, pupils flickering slightly and glistening magically in the lights from the park. His lips curled into the smallest, yet most loving smile Moomin thought he’d ever seen.

“All you have to do is ask."

It was but a whisper, but the request rang loud and clear in Moomin’s ear, his eyes fluttering as he let out a shaky breath. “Okay,” he breathed, stuttering slightly. “What do you want?”

Snufkin let out a tiny, shaky breath as well, pupils dilating and smile widening for just a brief second, before he leaned forward, lifting up onto his toes to reach. The hand on top of Moomin’s nose travelled to cup the side, urging him closer and Moomin willingly followed. And then he felt the touch of Snufkin’s lips, pressing lightly against his snout. 

That same instant, butterflies gleefully erupted in Moomin’s stomach, fluttering up through his chest, making his heart gallop along, and continuing upwards, threatening to burst out of his ears. This was pure bliss. Any miserable feeling he might have felt today - or felt ever - seemed to evaporate, and left was only this moment; this feeling of Snufkin’s lips, kissing him. Him . Moomin . Snufkin kissing Moomin.

And he didn't pull away. It was not a mistake. Snufkin meant to kiss him, wanted to kiss him. Moomin leaned slightly forward into the kiss, gently pressing his snout against the lips, eyes closing, as he lifted a trembling paw, placing it in the auburn locks behind Snufkin’s ear. 

Snufkin did, eventually, break the kiss, if only to breathe, but he still didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into Moomin’s paw nestled in his hair, nuzzling their noses together. This kiss only got better, the nuzzling sending a new wave of elation through Moomin, making him shiver and fur standing on end. Moomin drew a shaky sigh, nuzzling back. He let his paw caress the back of Snufkin’s head, loving the feeling of his messy locks between his fingers. 

“Is this what you want, too?” Snufkin breathed, the words tingling on his snout. As if he needed to ask.

Moomin pulled him back just enough to find his eyes. He was mesmerised by the depth in those brown eyes, like dark pools he would willingly drown in. Snufkin’s freckled nose and cheeks were coloured a delightful pink and Moomin lapped up the sight; seeing Snufkin’s emotions on display was a rarity and Moomin made sure to thoroughly enjoy the moment. 

“Yes,” Moomin answered softly. He couldn’t help how his lips curled upwards in a wide, almost silly smile. “Yes,” he repeated, a chuckle escaping at the end and before he could stop it, he was laughing. Snufkin laughed gleefully, too, no longer on his toes, his hand having dropped from Moomin’s snout to his knee, grabbing it softly as if to steady himself. Moomin threw his head back, his barking laughter loud; this was so silly. He had been so silly. It was so hard to believe any of this was happening, yet the joy mixed with disbelief just erupted into laughter. But he kept his paw in Snufkin’s hair, as if only to remind himself that, yes, this was real. Snufkin did kiss him. And now all he could think about was how he wanted to do it again. 

Their laughter died down and their eyes locked again, now glistening with joyful tears and crinkling in the corners from their wide grins. Yes, he really wanted to do it again, he wanted to kiss Snufkin a lot. The moment had never been lost, their momentary break of laughter having done nothing to disturb the magic in the air. They became still, both catching their breath from laughing, eyes searching each other passionately. 

Moomin crawled off the horse, keeping eye contact with Snufkin the entire time, who didn’t move an inch. Once eye to eye, they only hesitated for a second, before Moomin’s paw enveloped in auburn locks and Snufkin’s hands caressed the white fur on his pink-dusted snout. Just as they were about to close the gap, Snufkin’s soft lips barely brushed against his nose in a fleeting touch, they were interrupted. 

“ HEY! ” 

Instantly, they froze mid-action, whipping their heads towards the outburst. From the entrance a figure started bolting in their direction. It was the Hemulen running the fairgrounds and he did not look pleased. “What do you think you two are doing?! The park is closed!” 

It barely took a second for Snufkin to react; this was not his first time trespassing, after all. His eyes snapped back to Moomin, looking positively wicked and oh, so endearing. He grinned wildly. “Run,” he instructed and proceeded to grab Moomin’s paw, dragging him along. 

Perhaps he ought to be worried or at least somewhat alarmed; Moomin didn’t want to get caught. Yet, he couldn’t help the giddy laughter as they ran. This was surreal, but so wonderful all the same. And Snufkin seemed to agree, laughing along with him again. 

Of course, Snufkin had found an escape route; one hay bale placed close enough to the fence that they could hoist each other over. Once outside the park, they kept running, making sure they were at a safe distance before slowing down. 

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Standing at the small bridge connecting the moominhouse to Snufkin’s campground, they were at the precipice of ending their magical evening. They ought to go their separate ways, get some sleep, as it was rather late. But Moomin didn’t want to leave, didn’t want this to end. Not yet. And by the way Snufkin lingered, holding his paw still, staring at their fingers intertwining, he hoped he might feel the same. 

“I should probably head back to bed,” Moomin murmured regretfully.

“I suppose,” Snufkin shrugged slightly, not taking his eyes off their clasped hands. 

“Though I don't think I can fall asleep,” Moomin tittered. Glancing at Snufkin, he bit his lip, feeling hopeful. “How about you?”

Without looking up, Snufkin smiled, cheeks dusting pink. “No.”

They remained silent for a while. Moomin followed Snufkin’s eyes to their hands, fingers dancing; linking and unlinking, as if memorising the feel of the other’s hand or paw. Both were equally mesmerised by the view, as well as the sensation. They had held hands so many times before, yet this touch was new. More caring. Tender. 

“I don’t want to go home yet,” Moomin murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but it sounded loud and clear in their close space. 

A soft smile formed on Snufkin’s lips. “Then don’t,” he answered simply. And then finally looked up, meeting Moomin’s eyes, cheeks pink, before he started towards his tent. He grabbed hold of Moomin’s paw and dragged him along. Moomin’s heart leapt, picking up pace until it was galloping in his chest for the umpteenth time this evening. 

The tent was dark, their faces only being dimly illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the tarp. Snufkin gazed at Moomin as the troll entered the tent. Once Moomin noticed, he blinked, coming out of his daze, lips curling into a suppressed smile, and he started fiddling with his oil lamp. 

Moomin regarded Snufkin for a moment, thinking back to all the events that had led to this. A few hours ago, he had feared for their friendship… Moomin briefly wondered what to even call Snufkin now. Surely, they were still friends. But friends normally don’t kiss, do they? At least, that had been his justification for why Snufkin and Alicia had been something more than just friends after they kissed. 

He could hardly believe it; Snufkin had actually picked him . Despite what Snorkmaiden had believed and despite her matchmaking plan. Despite the fortune Alicia was told… Moomin chortled to himself, recalling the memory.

“Something funny?” Snufkin asked, curiously. The lamp turned on, but Snufkin dimmed it as much as possible, so it only emitted a soft glow and placed it in a corner.

Moomin broke into a small laugh. “It’s just… with everything that has happened, this is so hard to believe.” 

Snufkin removed his hat, holding it in his hands. “A bit,” he said, fidgeting with the hat for a moment, before placing it aside. “Care to elaborate, though?”

“There’s too much to explain,” Moomin sighed; he didn't need to delve into all of it tonight. They had time. But he could explain the one point which made him laugh. “Do you remember the fortune teller?” Snufkin nodded. “Well, you heard about Alicia’s reading and by now you probably realised we all assumed it was about you… My reading was much the same. It was all about you.”

Snufkin's eyes widened. “Really?”

“I think so,” Moomin explained, blushing and fidgeting with his tail. “But it didn’t all turn out as foretold. And I guess Alicia’s didn’t either…”

“What was yours about?” Snufkin asked, discreetly inching closer. 

Moomin kept focused on his tail between his fingers, brows furrowing as he tried to recall the exact words. “It mentioned something about a great sorrow. How change was inevitable and that I was naive… So I guess me being sad was my own fault?” That wasn’t exactly how it went, but he remembered the essence of it. He dropped his tail and looked up into Snufkin’s warm hazel eyes, sparkling with humour. His heart fluttered.

“Doesn’t sound too far off,” Snufkin chuckled, leaning slightly forwards and poking him on the snout. Half-lidded eyes gazed at him teasingly, lips curled into a smirk. 

Moomin couldn’t possibly be insulated when regarded with such a lovely looking face. “Cute,” he said, eyes narrowing slightly. It was more a scornful comment on what Snufkin said, but it could easily also apply sincerely to the mumrik himself, looking at him so sweetly. Moomin pushed Snufkin’s hand away, but grabbed hold of it, lowering them into the small space between their laps. The two followed their hands with their eyes, looking at their fingers intertwining in gentle caresses as they still explored this new, tender way of holding hands. 

The night was very quiet, making the experience feel even more intimate. Sitting this close, Moomin could hear the soft inhales and exhales of Snufkin’s breathing and subconsciously, his own pace adjusted to match.

“I do feel bad for Alicia, though,” Moomin said quietly, as there was no need to speak loudly. “Her reading seemed entirely wrong…”

Snufkin shrugged. “Perhaps not. It could be that her true love is something else entirely. Maybe it’s not even a person. I can think of many things that are green,” he chuckled softly. “But I wouldn’t read too much into it, those fortune tellers can’t be trusted.”

Maybe not, Moomin pondered, but it was still peculiar how their fortunes had been somewhat correct. Yet, he knew what Snufkin’s thoughts were on the matter and he chuckled. “Only trust the cards, right?” Moomin glanced at the pocket he knew to hold Snufkin’s tarot cards. 

Snufkin glanced up to meet Moomin’s eyes. “I wouldn’t say that,” he started, unlinking their hands to reach into the pocket holding the cards. “No one can predict the future, not even the cards,” he continued explaining, unboxing the cards from their small, leather casing. Snufkin started shuffling the cards methodically. “But they can provide guidance. Let’s say Alicia wanted guidance on finding true love. All she’d have to do is think of a proper question to ask and let the cards reveal themselves. It’d be up to her whether or not to follow their suggestions.”

Moomin listened, transfixed, lost in all the details on Snufkin’s face as he spoke; how his small lashes fluttered when he blinked, like soft curtains closing over those rich hazel pools. How the faint freckles moved on his cheeks as he spoke. Moomin had never been able to see that before, but he’d probably never sat this close to his dear friend. There was so much to take in. His auburn hair seemed to glow, the dim light from the lamp sitting behind him shining through it magnificently. Moomin unconsciously reached a paw up to touch it, just to remember how soft it felt. Snufkin stopped at the touch, eyes meeting Moomin’s sparkling blue. The troll swallowed and tucked a wavy lock behind his ear. 

“Have you done that?” He asked, trying to stay on topic, but blushing heavily, as he suddenly really wanted to kiss Snufkin again.

Snufkin’s eyes flickered as they got lost in the bright, blue richness gazing at him with affection. A deep blush coloured his cheeks. “Perhaps.”

His paw lingered in Snufkin’s hair as he drew closer slowly. “Can I have a go?” Was he even asking about the cards anymore?

Moomin could practically feel Snufkin’s breath on his snout now. Snufkin gave a small nod. “Yes,” he whispered and Moomin closed the distance, pressing his snout gently forwards for a kiss. Snufkin sighed, eyes closing as he relaxed into the kiss. Soon, he had dropped the tarot cards, hands coming up to hold Moomin’s face. 

A new wave of excitement and utter bliss washed through Moomin, while a part of his brain still struggled to comprehend this could be real. That this was really happening. He was sitting inside Snufkin’s tent, in the middle of the night, kissing his very best friend. The one he had adored for years, but never dared believe would return his affection. Yet, somehow, he did. Which was further confirmed when Snufkin drew ever so slightly back from the embrace for a fleeting second, only to press his now pursed lips against Moomin’s snout. Snufkin pulled on his face gently, lips applying more force than before, as if needing the closeness. Moomin released a shaky breath, his entire body tingling. He couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful than Snufkin kissing him. 

Snufkin started placing kisses all over Moomin’s snout and the troll shivered. In their intimate, loving embrace, Moomin found the courage to return to the topic and ask the question he really wanted answered.

“What did you ask the cards exactly?” 

The kissing stopped, but only so Snufkin could giggle, the sound tingling Moomin’s snout. “I won’t say,” Snufkin teased, nuzzling his nose against Moomin as he spoke. “But I never dared believe what the cards were telling me. I thought this couldn’t be real,” he murmured with so much affection. 

“Me neither,” Moomin whispered, nuzzling back, hands getting lost in the auburn locks. “So what made you believe?”

He felt Snufkin smile. “I needed a little push…” he said, trailing off, but her name needed not be said right now. Moomin knew who to blame. Or rather, to thank, he supposed. He should have predicted the small mymble would be the best matchmaker out of all of them. She was rather good at scheming. 

Snufkin pulled back from the kiss to find Moomin’s eyes. “I would like to try something,” he asked, biting his lower lip, cheeks blushing furiously as he asked. 

“Okay,” Moomin breathed, unable to deny Snufkin anything at that moment. 

Yet, Snufkin hesitated, his breathing picking up, eyes widening slightly. He seemed nervous all of a sudden. Seeing the nerves so apparently on display, Moomin felt his skin tingling with anticipation, being equally nervous, though without knowing why. But it was also exciting to not know what Snufkin would do. 

When Snufkin finally moved, he did so slowly. His hands cupped at Moomin’s cheeks, gently nudging him to tilt his head, as Snufkin leaned in, own head tilted the opposite direction. Moomin anticipated what was going to happen, but decided to just close his eyes and let himself be led. Once he felt Snufkin’s warm breath on his own lips, the butterflies fluttered excitedly and his heart sped up. 

And then they kissed. 

It had never occurred to Moomin he’d experience a kiss like this. Sure, he’d seen other creatures kiss on the lips, but moomin couples couldn’t really do that. Yet, now that Snufkin was pressing his soft pursed lips against his own, he wondered how to ever go without it. This was an entirely new type of intimacy; he’d never felt closer to Snufkin, literally and figuratively.

At first, it was rather messy, though. Clearly inexperienced, too, Snufkin hadn’t properly found Moomin’s lips, instead kissing the corner of his mouth. But he soon adjusted, finding the target and perfectly locking their lips. Moomin thought it was quite perfect, at least. He felt how Snufkin pursed his lips and he tried to copy, which just expanded the experience tenfold. Suddenly, he could properly feel Snufkin’s lips against his own and he became hot all over. Kissing like this was intoxicating, heart pounding fast, making him feel lightheaded. 

Snufkin broke the kiss for a moment, allowing both to catch their breath, but he didn’t pull back, holding Moomin’s head in place. His warm breath ghosted across Moomin’s now wet lips, making him shiver, fur standing on end. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered, the words spoken almost onto his lips, enticing Moomin back. As if kissing Snufkin would never not be okay. This was more than okay. It was wonderful. Pure bliss. The best experience the young troll had ever had. 

Moomin nodded quickly, further confirming his answer by pushing back into the kiss, with more intent and desire than before, desperate to eliminate the small gap. 

Snufkin didn’t protest, but seemed taken aback by his eagerness, somewhat forcibly pushed backwards. Moomin followed, not wanting to break the kiss already. But then Snufkin continued leaning back, hands coming down from Moomin’s face, so he could rest on his elbows. Now Snufkin was lying halfway down and Moomin quickly followed, crawling over his friend, their kiss only breaking momentarily as they adjusted. He barely registered what they were doing, so intent on kissing Snufkin it hardly mattered. Leaning his paws on either side of Snufkin, their hands found each other, fingers intertwining. 

Somehow, the kiss could get better. This new position made it much easier for their lips to meet, now moving softly against each other, as Moomin just tried to follow what Snufkin was doing, comfortable being taught while just exploring all the same. 

Moomin felt increasingly hot, a flustered sort of heat pulsating from his core, begging for more, for them to be closer still, for more affection, more of this feeling, this intoxicating sensation. Moomin pushed into the kiss again, allowing his desire to take control, but it just made his kiss more clumsy, as Moomin accidentally opened his mouth some, so that his tongue flicked out unintentionally, getting a taste of Snufkin’s lips. Although an accident, Moomin picked up on the flavour; tobacco and something undetermined, but slightly salty. But any such thoughts were instantly disturbed by the small sound against his lips. 

Moomin felt rather than heard the gasp coming from Snufkin, as it was being muffled between their lips. But he was sure; the sound had come from Snufkin. And since the mumrik didn’t pull away, gently pressing back into the kiss, Moomin chanced doing it again, but this time intentionally and less clumsy. Impressively, he was rewarded by another sound, this one sending shockwaves through his entire body, his increasing heat flaring. 

Snufkin had let out a quiet mewl and only a second later, the sensation was reversed, when Snufkin allowed his tongue into the kiss, grazing Moomin’s lips experimentally. 

Electrocuted. Burning. Melting. All words that could describe Moomin the instance he felt the tongue on his lips. Fireworks were going off before his inner eyes and he was sure his heart would pound out of his chest by the speed it was going. He wouldn’t be surprised if it flatlined from pure exhaustion. 

Soon, they were both experimenting with this evolved kiss, where their tongues would dare to flick out as they moved against each other, lips opening further, fully relishing how the other tasted. Sometimes, their tongues would meet and Moomin could have exploded. This was too much, too good . And by the way Snufkin reciprocated, tiny sounds continuously escaping him every now and again, he seemed to enjoy it equally. 

But they did need to breathe eventually. Once they broke the connection, both were panting, frozen in their current positions as they gradually descended to reality. They had pulled back just enough to lock eyes, faces completely flushed, lips wet from their messy, wonderful kiss. And then reality settled fully, Moomin’s eyes growing incredibly wide as he scrambled backwards; he had practically been straddling Snufkin. How did it escalate so quickly? Moomin sat back, facing away from Snufkin as his entire face burned hot; he must have looked like a tomato. 

Moomin kept sneaking glances at Snufkin, though, as he slowly sat back up, picking up the discarded tarot cards as he went, deliberately facing away from Moomin, too, but smiling like a fool. Once they both sat in their previous spots, breaths having been somewhat regained, their eyes met. 

The deep, hazel eyes glistened magically in the soft light, pupils blown wide, looking up at Moomin from beneath the soft lashes. His freckled nose and cheeks were highlighted by the heavy pink tint and his auburn locks were messy, just the way they ought to be. Moomin’s eyes were drawn to his lips, glistening faintly and looking more pink than usual. It was a breathtaking look. By the adoring, mesmerised gleam in Snufkin’s eyes, Moomin realised with relief that it wouldn’t be the last time he got to see it. 

“Okay,” Moomin broke the silence, clearing his throat and trying to turn back to their conversation from before. “I know what I want to ask the cards.” 

Snufkin smiled, that same small smile he usually wore, but this time, Moomin felt like he could finally decipher it. Shuffling the tarot deck once more, Snufkin straightened his back and locked eyes with Moomin once more. “Go ahead.”