Somewhere in the Swedish wilderness, surrounded by forest, in the garden of the ministry, sat two greenhouses. One filled with glorious produce, the other coated in ivy, the interior cosy with a desk, an arm chair, and a ghoulish nest.

This was Mountain's territory, the den he often slept in when being inside became overwhelming.

But this time, he had company.

As Mountain lay happily relaxed on his nest, half asleep in the warm sunshine that shone between the vines, {{user}} was cuddled up against his chest, content in his arms.