Hermitcraft/Empires oneshots/drabbles

Jungle crew Campout pt 2 (Iskall and Mumbo)

Part two! And yes, I do ship Mumbo and Iskall, not Grumbo. Why? Scarian.

Also a short one

Story type: Fluff

Season: HC S7

Tw: Again nothing 

During the campfire, Iskall had been getting sleepy and leaning on Mumbo's shoulder. When it was bedtime, Mumbo carried them to their tent, said goodnight, and went back to his area, tossing and turning for a few minutes. It was clear later: Mumbo couldn't sleep. Sighing, he got up, buckling on his chestplate and grabbing his sword. You couldn't be too safe in the middle of a jungle night. He was heading to a megatree on the edge of the clearing when someone's footsteps stopped him. 'Iskall?' He turned around. They had followed him.

'Hi, Mumbo.' They said sheepishly. 'Where are you going?'

'I couldn't sleep. Want to climb a tree?' Mumbo asked, taking note of Iskall's dropping eyes.

'I wouldn't if I were you.' Iskall smiled a little. 'The death birds we all asked for are on the prowl tonight.'

Mumbo shrugged. 'We'll sit on a branch, then. Covered with leaves.' Iskall still looked unsure, and the Mumbo offered them his hand. 'C'mon. Let's go.'

A few seconds later, they had climbed the vines and were sitting on a broad branch, plenty of cover to hide them. 'Hey, this is pretty.' Iskall admitted, looking over the treetops. Mumbo agreed. The moonlight had covered everything, canopies awash with silver. Iskall wrapped their arm around Mumbo, resting their chin on his shoulder. 'Thanks for bringing me here.' They mumbled.

'Thanks for the phantom warning.' Mumbo replied, holding Iskall as they fell asleep.