A Glimpse of Heaven

A fall like that would drive most men mad. But Wolverine isn't most men. He'd fallen before. He'd been freezing cold before. He knew the only thing to do was walk and keep walking until you couldn't walk anymore.

It was the glimpse of Heaven before he fell. The one he couldn't get out of his head. More than the fall of the cold...

That was the thing that was liable to break him.

North Star Flew in and crashed into the piling snow with an audible 'Fump.'

"Flew in every direction...as far as I could... and there's nothing. Only more of this." The man huffed, trying to catch his breath as the cold bit at the back of his throat. "I could try flying straight back up, but as long as it took us to fall..."
"We keep walking." Wolverine cut him off, his voice pained and hoarse with cold.
"Until what? Until we both freeze solid?" North Star gasped.
"Until we find him. Until we find Kurt." He said the last part lower, hoping the other didn't catch the emotion in his voice. "Until all of us are out of the wilderness."
"You're not going to make it." And he was right. Logan was knee deep in snow, slashing his way through it with his claws which already has icicles forming underneath them. The yellow latex of his suit did very little to keep out the cold of Purgatory, he could feel his body shutting down. "Not sure...I'm going to make it." The man chattered.
"If I fall...keep going. That's an order from your headmaster." Logan groaned as fog formed around his lips.
"Then don't fall."

"I'm going to take another look around." North Star stated through shivers. "Don't fall, Logan. Whatever you do, don't fall." North Star took off to the left of the bigger man. Then moment he was gone, Logan fell. The cold snow piercing the skin of his face. He lied still, unmoving as snow collected on his back.

"I know how I'm gonna die." Logan thought back to a conversation he had with Nightcrawler before all Hell broke loose.

"Belly full of whiskey. Face full of arrows. Surround by a pile of ninjas." Wolverine spoke. "Me alone...on a blood drenched floor. That's how I die."
"Surrounded by dead ninjas?" Nightcrawler mused. "Not by friends? By a loving wife perhaps, by children?" Wolverine smirked at that comment.
"Me with Kids? I don't think that'd be such a good idea, Elf. Trust me, it's better if I die alone." He looked down towards his drink.
"And trust me, mein freund, when the moment comes..." Logan looked in the other's direction.

"No one wants to die alone."

The memory of those words were enough to keep him going. Logan slashed through the snow, willing himself to stand, to keep going at any and all cost. He wants nothing more than to just curl up with his elf at his side, glass of whiskey in hand.
"You were right, Elf...Damn, your blue hide." He clenched his teeth, baring his fangs to the ice. "You were right." He was buried in snow. "Ugghh...can't...die yet. Not til I...till I find Kurt..." His hands grabbed fistfuls of snow as he attempted to gain footing. "Not till I...save him." He fell once again face first into the snow. Finally, the tears that threatened to leave his eyes now made trails down his scruffy cheek, turning to ice.

This was it...

Logan gave into defeat.

BAMF!

Logan looked up at the sudden sound to a little blue Devil staring back at him. His little naked form shivering from the cold.
"Bamf?" The creature said.
"Bamf...?" If he's here, then...
"I hope you weren't planning on dying out here, Mein Freund." Logan felt like he could sob at the familiar and comforting accent. "Not when we've whiskey to be drunk and pirates to be stabbed." Logan found himself being hoisted into a sitting position, warm arms enveloping him in a tight embrace.
"Elf..." He croaked out.
"I'm here, Liebling." Kurt reached up, brushing a few stray tears from Logan's cheeks. Wolverine looked up into those big yellow eyes, the radiating warmth giving him strength.
"Is there really...whiskey?" Logan broke the comforting moment.
"No, sorry. Just wanted to make sure you had a reason to live."