Ikea Does Not Sell Babies. Right?Giftfic for Maivalkov. Prompt: Something with Denmark and Sweden's happily married life. And Ikea babies.Warnings; some language, vague reference to people having sex on occasion? A little bit of harmless groping. Lots and lots and lots of crack.- - -”I’m home,” Denmark called happily, quickly kicking his boots off - since he had vacuumed just yesterday and he hated wasting his work like that - even as he pushed the door closed with his backside. Knowing that Sweden had come home first and started dinner Denmark quickly made his way to the kitchen, hoping for a quick grope and possibly a quick argument (which would make
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