technoblade decided to put his freaking house in the damn snow and so reader is cuddled up to techno in bed bc piglin hybrid warm and he just he just hold protectively Voices kinda scolding for putting house in snow but get to hold ready so it's okay.
Warnings: Slight nsfw
Genre: Fluff
| Frozen |
Stepping into your shared home you shrugging off the snow heavy cloak you had been wearing. Most of which falling off onto the welcome rug. A shiver runs throughout as you pull off your boots and other winter gear. As much as you loved your husband you had to admit that his choice of land was questionable.
As a piglin you understood that he was used to more extreme climates, but why couldn't he have chosen the desert? Or savanna? Even a mesa! Anywhere that didn't carry the risk of frost bite at least. Speaking of Frost bite.
Stepping into the kitchen the warmth if the fire place made your skin burn; especially your ears that tingled with an uncomfortable numbness. That couldn't be good. With a furrowed brow you quickly make your way to the bathroom, pushing you hair behind your ear to uncover the darkened skin near the tips, as well as ice stuck to its shell.
Your worry was soon joined with another as Technoblade poked his head into the bathroom. "I heard you come in, is everything alright?" He hummed, his eyes holding a rather concerned look. "No, well; I'm fine, I think I have frost bite however" you sigh running your fingers over your ears to warm them. Although your fingers weren't much better either.
A soft grunt escapes the man as he steps closer to you, turning your head and brushing your fingers away to instead run his clawed hands over the damaged skin. "Looks like it, I'll get the fire hotter, go get a blanket" He ordered, following his words with a kiss to your head. "Theres not much we can do now Tech-" "Get undressed as well I want to make sure you don't have other injuries." Despite your protests your husband was already making his way down the hall, his words tapering as he made his way downstairs.
With a roll of your eyes you do as your told, gathering a warm hide from the bed and shedding the snow soaked clothes from your skin. Choosing to instead wrap yourself in the blanket. You were well aware you could look yourself, but you knew your husband wouldn't let up until he knew for himself that you were safe. As much as he trusted you, the voices didn't as much. At least that's what he told you, but you could see the fear in his eyes whenever you were even slightly injured.
Making your way down stairs you plop onto the couch, the fire much noticeably larger now, a few whisps of smoke bellowing from the mantle and dissipating in the air. The clicking of hooves brought your attention back to your husband, now stood behind the rest of the couch, his hands settled on your shoulders. "It smells like soup" you hum tilting your head over the back of the couch to look at your lover. "Figured you'd be hungry" Technoblade explains, letting his hands slide down your shoulders, slipping the blanket from your shoulders and exposing your chest.
"You're not wrong, I could do with a good meal right about now" You sigh in content, turning your head to press a few kisses to your husband's exposed skin, earning a short from the pig. "As could I" He added, leaning down to Nestle his snout into your neck, hands ghosting down your chest to rest on your abdomen. "You weren't that worried about the frost bite were you?"
"Not quite"
