Tales from Egypt (A Gods of Egypt Fanfiction)

Warmth

They were travelling to the neighboring kingdom on diplomatic business, Horus was there as he was King, guards were there as their king was there (Even if he was a god and didn't necessarily need mortal protection.) and Bek was there as he was chief adviser to the king. 

All in all it was a common caravan. 

The fire was blazing bright against the desert night sky. Crackling against the crickets and other desert creatures that woke during the night time hours. 

Who knew it could get so cold in the desert?

Bek pulled his light shaw tighter around himself, shivering even more as he tried to fold over once more, trying to keep whatever warmth he had around him. He did have a thicker robe to wear, as he was chief adviser and it was a gift from the god seated next to him, but the other advisers that had come along still did not take his presence as well as others were and had taken his robe before he could reach it. 

He thought it best to simply claim his seat, not that he thought anyone would be allowed to sit by Horus but him, he just wasn't willing to find out if it were true or not. 

Speaking of which, the aforementioned god next to him didn't seem to be shivering as much as he was, if he was shivering at all that was, his body was radiating heat actually. Horus was reclining back against a large Boulder that was situated behind them, his hands folded in his lap gently, his head was leaning backwards against the rock, his eyes shut. 

Bek knew from previous experience that he was not asleep. Don't let him fool you. 

He sighed harshly, wrapping  his arms around himself trying to bring some sort of warmth to himself.

The young mortal scooted closer to the warm god, trying to seem invisible as he did as to not draw too much attention to himself as he did. The heat radiating off the older man was a wonderful feeling and he sighed again in comfort. The cold was still unbearable on the opposite side, but he could make due with what he had. His source of warmth moved from beside him as Horus woke with a start (Ha! he was actually sleeping. -_-") at the minute movement from his right side. 

Looking down, he frowned slightly at his shivering friend. Kid was practically vibrating. His eyes narrowed as he took in the thin shaw that Bek always had on him. 

"Did you forget the robe I gave you?"

Bek jumped in surprise at the strong deep voice from above his head. His gaze snapped up towards the source and his eyes widened as he took in the narrowed stern eyes. Snorting, he wrapped his arms around himself tighter, trying to indiscreetly huddle closer to the warm god sitting next to him which was noticeably harder now that he was paying attention to him.

"No, I didn't forget it, for your information."

His gaze unconsciously wandered over to the small group of advisers on the other side of the fire, towards the one who had taken his warm robe. Horus followed his gaze and shook his head, honestly, the one who was an actual child (Though he would persistently disagree with that point.) didn't act as bad as they did. 

"Honestly, Bek, you can take on Set and any other god who does not meet your outrageously high standard, but you cannot take on an uppity noble?"

His word were not said in spite, even boarderlining on playful maybe, as he pulled his own shaw off and draped it over his small human friend. Bek grasped at the thick soft material tightly as he pulled it tighter around himself, sending Horus a thankful look. 

The Lord of the Air shook his head fondly as he turned back around, leaning back once more. 

Bek, on his part, was warm and comfortable now. Horus's shaw was large, so large in fact that it fit him like a blanket, it was big enough that he could fold his legs up under it and practically bury himself in it. It was a good thing.

His eyes started drooping now that he was protected from the cold desert air, his body temperature returning to normal almost immediately. The young thief was half asleep when Horus woke up again, this time he was the one shivering. Now the extremely cool desert temperatures didn't affect gods as it did mortals, but he could still feel and therefore could still get cold. 

Glancing at his young friend next to him, and how peaceful he looked, he realized that he did not have the heart to take his shaw back now that his young friend looked so comfortable with it. Neither of them had gotten a lot of rest this last week, especially Bek (As he had figured out many a night when his cheeky adviser would fall asleep in the most random of places and positions.) and it would be wrong of him to wake him with that sort of knowledge. 

But then there was the fact that he was freezing. 

Reaching forward he lightly tapped the kid on the shoulder. 

"Bek?"

The young adviser jumped awake at the motion and hearing his name being called. 

"Yes?"

Horus pulled on the corner of his shaw and refrained from feeling bad at the look of betrayal his friend shot him as he relinquished his hold on the warm fabric. He wrapped his arms around himself intending on finding a way to fall back to sleep, even if it was difficult to do. 

The god wrapped the shaw around his shoulders securely before reaching over and pulling the doozing thief up into his lap. Bek let out a tired startled sound as he was pulled up off his side of the rock they had claimed as their seat and into the lap of the warm god beside him. Large arms closed around him as a shaw was wrapped back around warmly and securely. 

"H..Horus? What are you doing?"

He shushed the young thief gently as he leaned his head back against the rock behind them, closing his eyes slowly. 

"Go back to sleep."

Not needing to be told twice, Bek settled back into his godly seat, both pretending not to notice as the arms tightened around him and pulled him closer.

Hey, they were both warm, that's all they cared about. 

Even if, certain people (Zaya and Hathor and many of the other Goddesses and servants.) would argue that they were being extremely adorable at the moment. 

They. Were. Warm.