Wings of Fire Oneshots

Miracle | Hvitur x Asha

A/N: This is... kind of a crackship? I don't know. Definitely the first proper rarepair I'm writing here, though. I couldn't even find any evidence of a ship name anywhere I looked, so I had to make up my own. Hvitasha it shall be.

I love the AU wherein these two somehow survive and fall in love, so even though I don't normally like AUs, I thought I should try my hand at writing this one. Nothing really happens in this oneshot, it's mostly just Asha waffling to herself about the story of her and Hvitur's survival and recovery, but hopefully that's interesting enough.

This one was supposed to be a little drabble more than anything, so I really don't know how I ended up with an almost full-length oneshot. I barely intended for it to breach 1k words, but here we are.

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Summary as written on AO3: A telling of an alternate timeline wherein Hvitur and Asha survive their canon deaths and fall in love soon after.

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Wind whistled through the hideout, and the squeaky sounds of distant scavengers sailed into Asha's hearing on the breeze. It was pleasantly cool here in the shade of the forest, under the shadows of the trees that towered above her. She closed her eyes and sighed. In a world torn to shreds by war like the one she was living in, a pause where everything was quiet and peaceful was simply a blessing.

     Sometimes the wind stung her (now long-since dried) old wounds as it pranced by, prickling across her scales, but aside from that less-than-pleasant sensation, it was calming. Asha had grown accustomed by now to the dry, unventilated environment of the cave system under the mountain, the place where she minded the dragonets of destiny, so stepping outside again was always a momentary shock. A good shock, though, nevertheless.

     It reminded her of when she'd lived in the Mud Kingdom permanently... She rarely went back there, seeing as she now mostly resided in the Talons of Peace camp, but she'd never forget the MudWing luxury of mud soaking into the gaps between her scales and through to her skin. It was clumpy and damp and sludgy, but just felt warm and cleansing, and there was nowhere she felt more at home than with her entire body submerged in a bank of mud, simply basking in the sunlight that crept through the gaps in the swampy canopy. The same could be said for most MudWings, of course, but it was only once she'd left her home in the Mud Kingdom that Asha had come to remember it with such fondness. She longed to be able to experience it again, especially to feel the mud absorbing all the pain from her chronic wounds, even if just for a little while.

     Asha had been assumed dead when she returned from the Mud Kingdom with Clay's egg and immediately lost consciousness. Kestrel had lit a fire, and Asha had been rushed to it in the hopes that it would give her some of the warmth she desperately needed. Webs had frantically gone to get pails of water, which he'd used to rinse her deep, no doubt infected wounds and bloodied body. They didn't have the resources they needed to give her proper care, and they wouldn't have had time to get her to a hospital, especially in the middle of a war. They all thought she would never wake up. It was a miracle when, days later, she opened her eyes to the sight of her little baby nephew Clay nudging the side of her head.

     Since she joined the Talons of Peace, Asha had found new things, and new dragons to be fond of. Most of the other Talons were just as passionate as she was about the prophecy; yes, they were going to follow the steps the prophecy laid out before them, and one day, one fateful day, the fruits of all their labour would show themselves. This would not be fruitless, Asha told herself over and over again. They had the other Talons. They had the other guardians. And most importantly, they had Clay, Tsunami, Starflight, Sunny and Glory.