Hermitcraft 6 Oneshots & Art

TS 2/2: On the Island

A/N:
I've proofread the first half as well and added POV.
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POV Grian

"What do you mean, you're not mad?" Grian's chest contracted and he suddenly felt cold. How could Iskall be so calm? It's not like he wanted him to be mad, but... shouldn't he? He was his boyfriend, boyfriends were jealous, weren't they?
Iskall hadn't answered yet.
Grian noticed that he had been staring at his feet ever since he dropped off the rockets for Iskall. He jerked up his head only to see Iskall sitting on a block of dirt, biting his lip in thought. A smile hushed over Grian's lips. Iskall was still bumbofied and this mustache really didn't suit him. His chest eased up. This was Iskall, not just anyone. The man who had asked him, who wanted Grian to be his boyfriend. The cold was replaced by a fluttering warmth. He knew he was going to be OK.

"Look, Grian," Iskall started again.
"I am looking. I am marveling at your bootiful facial hair."
Iskall rolled his eyes, smiling.
"I'm going to ignore that. Grian, I'm not scared of losing you to Mumbo. It's not as... as if you liked me less because you like him. And even if it was... I guess I'd still prefer for you to be with someone who makes you smile. Though I'm pretty certain, that you like me."
"I do like you." Grian said quickly. His ears felt hot. 'Like' didn't really capture it.
"I mean like like you. Like a lot. Like..."
"If you say 'like' one more time, I'll come over to you and shut you up myself!"

He had almost said the L-word! Grian, you stupid block of diorite, the two of you got barely together! You can't just proclaim your love!, he scolded himself. He barely even knew what love was. Was that love? So many new feelings and sensations. So full of wonders. A knot formed in his stomach. He still definitely found Mumbo desirable and Iskall had noticed. What did that say about him? About his feelings for Iskall?

POV Iskall

Grian wasn't reacting to his teasing. Iskall had hoped he would say 'like' once more. He frowned. His excuse to just kiss Grian and make him forget this awkward situation had gone unnoticed. Well, there was no going back.

"Grian?" The man in the red shirt flinched. He looked worried.
"There's nothing wrong with you. And I won't leave you or any such thing."
The other seemed less tense at these words. Iskall sighed in his head. Grian was straining his nerves.

"I've never really understood that part of relationships," he said heavily. He felt a strange emptiness beneath his bellybutton, as if he was supposed to be closer to the other. He got up and scraped the dirt of his pants.
"Why do I have to be mad at you, if you find someone else beautiful as well?" he said, more to himself, than to Grian. "What does that have to do with me, I don't own you, do I?"
The image of Grian, draped over a coat hanger in his cupboard, came to his mind. He was just hanging there between Iskall's pants and shirts.

Shaking the absurd image from his thoughts, he walked the few steps and enclosed Grian in his arms. The blonde just fit there perfectly, his head resting on Iskall's shoulder. He seemed to be out of words.

"Besides, I'm still gorgeous, even if Mumbo is, too. There's enough gorgeousness in the world for all of us." Iskall spoke confidently.
He felt warm arms wrap around his waist and the last bit of emptiness left his gut as he closed his eyes. Grian might be overwhelmed, but Iskall felt calm. They would be fine.

Indeed, he opened his eyes, grinning excitedly, there were awesome adventures waiting for them.

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A/N
I didn't think, that I'd have so many ideas for this. Maybe I should put it in its own little book and see how far it goes beyond a twoshot? What do you think?
I'd like to keep the chapters self contained, though. I don't want to leave you hanging with half a story and I don't know how long this writers streak will last.