Nico Di Angelo: It's all Good

Cute to Deep to Cute to Gross

Half of this imagine was inspired by annabethchas_y .
I'm gonna start shouting out to anyone who requests/inspires an imagine.
Would you guys like it if I did the 'go through your comments with a straight face and the one that makes me laugh gets a shout out' challenge or no?

Imagine au: Nico is always stoic but when he gets sick he turns into the most clingy person ever, and shamelessly loves to be cuddled with. Practically purring like a kitten when you pet/stroke his hair, melting in your arms.

You told him, begged him even to go out in more than just his aviators jacket. But no, just because he was mysterious and brooding meant he didn't need to listen to your advice.
Well it's needless to say that nine full hours in snow, and hail never does anyone one good. He came back with a red nose, and pink ears; trying to discreetly hide his sniffles.
But the easiest way to tell Nico was sick was when he would say,
"I wanna cuddle."
You've cuddle before, no big deal; the only thing is, Nico never intiates it, never.
When Nico Di Angelo gets sick, he becomes increasingly warm, clingy and cuddly. His spirit animal changes from a wolf to a little kitten in seconds, and you loved it.
So there you were, in tones of blanket, a drugged out Nico in your warms.
You could see his smile, it was the kinda smile of someone who had somewhat forget their troubles.
In a rare state of happiness, it was bliss.
"Have I ever told how much you mean to me?" Nico said, he's deep voice coming out nasally.
You shook your head, smiling.
"Well you mean this much!" Nico whisper yelled, extending his arms wide, letting the cold air into your burrito of blankets. He didn't care though he just wrapped his arms around you again, and giggled.
Sick Nico was going to be the death of you.
"Well you mean much more than that to me, practically the moon and back," You said.
Nico shook his head, wrapping his arms around you even tighter.
"No I don't, you mean more to me than I do to you."
Although Nico said with a ghost of a smile of his face, you bet he belived it. Somewhere deep inside, you had thought the opposite. If fact you were vaguely surprised, because although we all probably undermined our value. Never had it occured to you, but it was odd that someone didn't believe that they weren't loved by you, or that if they were gone their absent presence would mean nothing to you.
"That's not true, I say we both mean the same amount to each other. Because we're both in this together," it was true wasn't?
"Mmmhhhmmmm, I like that we're both loved, I like that a lot."
You smiled and nodded, stroking Nico's hair as he feel asleep you felt him nuzzle into your hand.
You were amazed, the way Nico could go from making a situation cute, to deep, to cute again,unbelievable.
As you continued to pet him, he started to purr. Nico Di Angelo was legitimately purring like a freaking cat, and you had to way to take evidence.
Nico melted away further into your embrace and sneezed in your shirt. Effectively turning the situation from cute to deep to cute and then to gross.
Something in you loved this, it loved the way he made being sick adventurous in a couch potato kind of way.