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[fic] abalation | fire emblem: heroes - a mini hridbindi fic
title: none
series: fire emblem: heroes
sub-series: feh originals
characters: helbindi, hríd
rating: G
warnings: none
part of the abalation series. takes place in a nondescript time after metastable.
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it was annoying how much he wanted to compare hríd to ice crap, as if some long put out part of himself had been an anguished poet desperate to come back into the light
in his arms, hríd felt as steady as a glacier. every move he made was slow and small, but each adjustment of his hands or tongue felt like it would rend helbindi to his core.
(but then again there wasn’t necessarily anything cool about kissing the king of nifl. it was wet. really wet. and warm.)
“are we going to keep doing this whole sucking faces thing,” once they parted, helbindi’s knuckles lightly smacked against hríd’s chest in his gesturing between them. “or was that a one time deal and you’ve finally come to your frostbitten senses.”
briefly, hríd’s face pinched, ready to argue. but even when his face smoothed, his tone betrayed him. “that’s a rather disparaging way to cast yourself - and i would rather express myself more plainly than to disengage from- from this as if it had never happened.”
something rankled in helbindi at that, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that when he had his arms full - quite literally - with hríd and whatever the hell they were doing.
“and that would be…?” helbindi prompted when hríd failed to ‘express himself plainly.’
hríd’s face went red again but his gaze did bot waver. “that I very much enjoyed that, and I would like to do it again.”
gods, nobility was something else. helbindi’s head fell back when he couldn’t contain the burst of laughter.
“is something funny…?”
the ice had cracked, so to speak, and helbindi felt himself relax. or maybe melt. whatever. he’d think of poetry some other lifetime.
“yeah- you. this. me. you trying so hard to be not all stuffy that you talk in circles.”
“i see,” it was hríd’s turn to relax. frankness had its benefits. “is that a problem for you?”
“yeah, but not in the way you think.” helbindi settled in closer and didn’t miss the way hríd mirrored him until their noses bumped. “it’s, uh… endearing.”
“endearing? not quite the-”
helbindi kissed hríd again. nobles talked far too much.
series: fire emblem: heroes
sub-series: feh originals
characters: helbindi, hríd
rating: G
warnings: none
part of the abalation series. takes place in a nondescript time after metastable.
--
it was annoying how much he wanted to compare hríd to ice crap, as if some long put out part of himself had been an anguished poet desperate to come back into the light
in his arms, hríd felt as steady as a glacier. every move he made was slow and small, but each adjustment of his hands or tongue felt like it would rend helbindi to his core.
(but then again there wasn’t necessarily anything cool about kissing the king of nifl. it was wet. really wet. and warm.)
“are we going to keep doing this whole sucking faces thing,” once they parted, helbindi’s knuckles lightly smacked against hríd’s chest in his gesturing between them. “or was that a one time deal and you’ve finally come to your frostbitten senses.”
briefly, hríd’s face pinched, ready to argue. but even when his face smoothed, his tone betrayed him. “that’s a rather disparaging way to cast yourself - and i would rather express myself more plainly than to disengage from- from this as if it had never happened.”
something rankled in helbindi at that, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that when he had his arms full - quite literally - with hríd and whatever the hell they were doing.
“and that would be…?” helbindi prompted when hríd failed to ‘express himself plainly.’
hríd’s face went red again but his gaze did bot waver. “that I very much enjoyed that, and I would like to do it again.”
gods, nobility was something else. helbindi’s head fell back when he couldn’t contain the burst of laughter.
“is something funny…?”
the ice had cracked, so to speak, and helbindi felt himself relax. or maybe melt. whatever. he’d think of poetry some other lifetime.
“yeah- you. this. me. you trying so hard to be not all stuffy that you talk in circles.”
“i see,” it was hríd’s turn to relax. frankness had its benefits. “is that a problem for you?”
“yeah, but not in the way you think.” helbindi settled in closer and didn’t miss the way hríd mirrored him until their noses bumped. “it’s, uh… endearing.”
“endearing? not quite the-”
helbindi kissed hríd again. nobles talked far too much.