A year as a Narnian || 365 Narnia one shots (Part two)

319: Cold

November 15th - Prompt: Cozy and warm

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Peter carried his shivering four year old brother into the house, being careful not to bash his head against the doorframe.

He was trying his hardest to keep Edmund in his arms and to not drop him, but he was only seven after all, and the only thing keeping Edmund up was his legs wrapped around Peter's waist, if it wasn't for that, Peter reckoned he would've dropped him back on the path.

Struggling through the hallway, Peter carried Edmund into the living room and sat him down on the sofa, kneeling in front of him and wiping the tears from his frozen cheeks.

"I - I'm never staying in the snow that long again." Edmund coughed out.

Peter nodded. "That's probably a good idea." He breathed. He knew Edmund had gotten too cold, and he almost felt guilty for letting him stay outside for so long without saying something.

Edmund nodded a little, and let Peter pull off his freezing jacket and shoes, and bundle him in blanket after blanket before climbing in next to him.

"There you go." Peter murmured. "Nice and cosy and warm."

Edmund smiled gently, his tears slowing as his body warmed up and the horrible, painful feeling of the cold began to disappear. "Thank you." He whispered.

Peter placed a kiss to the top of his head. "When you're warmed up a bit i'll make you some hot chocolate." He told him. "Yeah?"

Edmund seemed extremely happy by this, and buried his face into Peter's shoulder with a grin instead of saying anything, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Peter chuckled gently, pulling him a little closer and tucking the blankets even tighter around him. "I'll take that as a yes."

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"It - It's so cold."

Peter sighed, pulling Edmunds jacket off and dusting the snow from it. "Come on," He breathed, his eight year old brother glancing up at him. "The fire's going in the living room."

Edmund smiled weakly, knowing Peter had lit it for the moment Edmund came back in from the snow, and he'd never been so gratful.

Peter placed a hand on Edmunds back and led him into the living room, sitting him in the arm chair closest to the fire and placing a fluffy blanket over him. "Hot chocolate?" He asked with a knowing grin.

Edmund chuckled, his teeth still chattering a bit but not as much as they were before. "Please." He breathed, so gratful to once again be cosy and warm...

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Peter wasn't sure what woke him late that night, but what he did realise were the windows were open, and it had started snowing, some of the flakes flying into the bedroom.

Quickly feeling the freezing temperature of the room, he slipped out of bed and closed the windows, shivering a little before grabbing his dressing gown.

He went to climb back into bed, before he saw his ten year old brother, laying in his bed, the blanket pulled tightly around him and shivering so, so hard.

Peter wandered over and sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder which woke him, because he apparently had still been asleep.

"You get cold so easily Ed." Peter mumbled, grabbing the folded up blanket from the end of his brother's bed and placing it over the already thick duvet Edmund had been sleeping with.

Edmund seemed a little out of it for a moment, before sighing. "Did you leave the window open?" He grumbled.

"Yeah," Peter breathed. "Sorry."

Edmund shook his head a little. "It's okay." He mumbled, pulling the blankets tight around him.

"You'll be warm again soon." Peter told him. "Just try and get back to sleep, and tomorrow we can go for a walk in the snow."

"Just not for too long," Edmund said. "As much as I love snow, it gets way too cold after a while."

Peter chuckled, nodding. "It certainly does."

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Edmund shivered violently as he sat in the freezing cell of the witches castle, arms wrapped around himself in an effort to try and get warm... but it wasn't working.

The cold was too much, he'd never been great with the cold, and sitting in a place made completely of ice which seemed to be the coldest place in the world... or worlds, wasn't great.

He buried his face in his arms, forcing back tears as best he could as his fingers stung from the cold and his body shook.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew he couldn't deny it...

He wanted Peter.

He wanted him to do what he used to do when Edmund got too cold.

He wanted him to wrap him in blankets, pull him close, and make him a hot chocolate.

But Peter wasn't there.

Peter was never there anymore.

That was Edmunds fault, he knew it was his fault.

And now Peter would never be there.

Not after what Edmund did.

Edmund was alone, upset, scared, guilty, hungry, thirsty, and cold... so, so cold.

But Peter wasn't there, he wasn't there anymore, and Edmund didn't know if he would ever be cosy and warm again...

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*takes my own heart*
*makes it really happy*
*then throws it on the floor and stomps on it*
😁😂