Under The Mistletoe || Keigo Takami Xfem!reader

Under the Mistletoe || Keigo Takami xfem!reader

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Summary: Hawks found the perfect way of using mistletoe against you.

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Kissing Under a Mistletoe Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

Despite all the hype, you didn't really celebrate Christmas. Your family was mostly out of the country, and you couldn't simply leave because of work. It's not that you hated this particular time of the year or anything, you simply didn't have anyone to celebrate it with.

You were honored to be a sidekick of number two here and to participate in a little celebration Hawks organized to soothe everyone a bit.

You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror. Often you could also dress up a bit more fancy for work - of course you loved your costume, but it was nice to have a chance to dress up a little differently.

As soon as you were satisfied with how the dress lay on you, you nodded at yourself and left for work.

There was something odd about it - even though you knew these people, it was strange to see them out of their gears for so long, but it was still enjoyable to meet up with them. It was actually fun chatting with your friends about something other than work or training. The whole thing lasted until you felt a red feather tickle your cheek. Excusing yourself, you went to the door and immediately got snatched into the empty office. 

"Well, well, well. Look at you! Always in your gear, and here you are. All dolled up in your dress, with those high heels on!" Hawks laughed, kissing at your cheek before nuzzling you to his neck. "Maybe we should change your dress code for this type of outfit?" Hawks suggested.

Shaking your head, you laughed. "Don't you dare! Do you realize how hard it is to run in those hills? You seriously expect me to keep up with you?"

Hawks looked at you and shrugged before hugging you tightly; he hated hiding your shared relationship from others, but it made him feel safer.

"Don't be like this. I would have a nice view to see every day," Keigo taunted.

"Keigo, I don't mean to be rude, but if they notice us missing, they will all find out about us, after connecting all the dots." You kissed him gently and promised, "I'll wear this outfit more often in private for you."

As he pulled away, he nodded with an annoyed grimace on his face. "I want to see you later, okay? Promise?"

After agreeing, you left the office, pretending nothing had happened.

In the middle of chatting with your friends, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

It was none other than Hawks himself asking, "I see most of you are enjoying yourselves here. Mind if I take Y/N for a moment?"

As a result, no one objected or dared to say no to number two, so you were pretty soon dragged away.

After raising your eyebrows, you looked at Keigo and then at everyone else as he stopped right in the open door. You were the center of attention for some reason; it was confusing.

Your confusion was noticed, and he smiled cockily, pointing his index finger up.

There was mistletoe hanging right above your head, and you could have sworn that there had never been mistletoe there before! That meant he did it on purpose just so he could kiss you without revealing too much.

You were flung into a needy kiss after Hawks gave you an innocent shrug.

Grabbing his jacket, you kissed him back with a soft, annoyed growl. As soon as he pulled away, you shook your head and smiled at Keigo. "You couldn't stop yourself, couldn't you?"

"What can I say? I was never too patient, and Christmas time I had to take advantage of this little window of time," he shrugged and snatched the mistletoe before waving it in front of you. In a quiet voice, Keigo explained, "I need to keep it. It will be useful." Then, he walked away like nothing had happened.

Standing completely stunned, you were soon surrounded by slightly jealous friends asking many questions about the kiss.

Lights Above Our Heads || Alex Hogh Andersen x fem!reader

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Summary: A charming spectacle awaits you when Alex takes you on a tour of the mountains

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1289

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Watching the Northern Lights

It had been one of the coldest winters in a long time. A cold winter like this would freeze the blood of anyone who didn't take sufficient care to stay warm at heart and core. However, despite the coldness engulfing the world, Alex decided to take a little trip with you, his beloved girlfriend. 

As Alex crossed another snowdrift while wearing a thick, red, 66°North jacket, thick, black pants and boots reaching slightly above his ankles, and a black hat pulled over his head, he glanced over his shoulder to see if you followed him. "Is everything okay there, Y/N? We're close!"

Angrily waving your hand at him, you nodded, saying, "It's fine! I'm just questioning my life choices here!"

As Alex made his way back to you through the snow, he offered you his gloved hand as he improved the camera case on his shoulder. He made sure you were walking after his traces in the snow, saying, "Come on, I'll help you."

Sighing deeply, you squeezed his hand and vowed to never let him drag you on another adventure again.

As the two of you walked up an icy, snow-covered hill, he reminded you firmly, "With all due respect, hun, you've always wanted it yourself. I want to see the northern lights, that's what you've been repeating like a fucking mantra."

You bit back a little sarcastically, "With all due respect, hun, I don't want any more trips if it means freezing my ass off in a mountain of snow!"

"You don't have to be a drama queen. It's not that bad," Alex commented, squeezing your hand a few times. You haven't been far north, trust me, it can be much worse." 

After walking in silence for a bit, Alex made a brief stop near a fallen fir tree, all covered in snow. "What a beautiful scenery, isn't it, darling? Can you pose for me?"

As you walked up to him, rubbing your hands together, you murmured, "It's going to cost you, love."

"It will cost me, okay, but what?" He teased back.

"A kiss," you smiled, tapping your cheek.

Alex didn't need to be told twice - he hugged you, pulled you closer, but before kissing your cheek, he rubbed your noses together.

Before pulling away to pose for him, you laughed and grabbed his chin to kiss him properly.

While Alex was setting his camera, he instructed you what to do with your hair falling from underneath your woolen hat. As soon as he put the lens on, he took several shots, changing the parameters every time to achieve more depth from the pictures. "You make the perfect model, sweetheart."

As you winked at him, you replied, "I want to hear that when you take care of me once I get sick again."

He gave you a look with an eye roll. "Don't make a duck face, baby, we're not taking a selfie."

"Why! I look sexy with a duck face! You could take some fun pictures, so we have a souvenir of our trip."

Even though he didn't want to admit it, you were right. As Alex packed his camera back into its case, he sat down on the fallen fir tree next to you. "Thank you for taking a week off from work. It has been quite a while since we were somewhere together."

With a soft aww sound, you kissed his cheek. "The first reason is that I wouldn't let you go alone, and the second is that you asked so nicely that I couldn't refuse, plus I needed a break from my job."

Alex wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, enjoying the moment and your presence while staying silent. "Is it okay to continue climbing the hill now? Have you rested?"

"A few more minutes?" You asked, nuzzling closer to him. "I just want to savor the moment a bit longer."

In the moments before he commented, Alex straightened his back after noticing something. "Babe, take a look at that!"

The aurora lights played above. In the midnight blue, the northern lights were a river of green.

Taking a moment to look up, you whispered quietly, "Wow... Is that it?"

"Yes, yes it is."

You said eagerly, "C'mon! Don't sit like a stick! Grab your camera and take some pictures! And we should take a picture together! With lights in the background, it will look so pretty hanging in our bedroom."

"Don't worry, they won't vanish anytime soon," he assured, resting his chin on your shoulder while looking up while making sure to hold you as close as possible. "Let me savor this moment a little longer."

Your smile softened, and you took his hand, moving even closer. As you nuzzled him, you whispered, "You know? I love you."

"I love you too," Alex mumbled quietly and kissed your cheek after. "Despite your sometimes bratish behavior. Even if you are easily offended by irrelevant things. No matter how moody you are."

"You like it when I am bratty. You simply love to put me in the right place."

As Alex slowly opened his camera case, he said, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't, especially when I'm fed up with your bullshit." He asked you to hold his Canon camera while he set the tripod after making all the adjustments.

You scoffed loudly, "For sure babe, I will remember this next time." When he wasn't looking at you, you took the opportunity to gently poke his ribs.

Alex mounted his camera on the tripod and set the self-timer. After wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer, looking down at you for a moment before kissing you.

Once you were certain the picture was perfect, you kissed him back and pulled away to say, "I love you so much, my talented fiancé."

As Alex went to look at the outcome, he raised both thumbs up with a smirk on his face. "It's perfect! Can't wait to frame it, but let me try something else!" After turning the self-timer again, he returned to you and picked you up in bridal style; his eyes never left yours. "I love you."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you confessed, "I love you too. I love you more than anything."

As Alex stopped paying attention to the camera, he kissed you tenderly for long enough that he had to break the kiss in order to breathe. As soon as he set you down, he adjusted the hat on your head, so you wouldn't get colder; and then he headed back to take more pictures of the northern lights. "I'm so fucking glad we came to Norway, darling."

You stared up at the sky and the beautiful lights dancing above, thinking about all the memories and plans you two had shared.

The sky shimmered with the green and yellow hues of the aurora; the silence of the spectacle added to its charm. The two of you were just staring silently into the dark as you enjoyed the silence and the stars above. In those moments, all your troubles seemed to fade away, and the world seemed to be at peace. Lights danced in front of you and stretched across the sky. Color was dancing across the sky and it almost appeared to be putting on a show, just for the two of you.

Slowly, you improved your scarf. "My happiness is the same as yours, Alex."

Alex turned his camera into recording mode and pointed it at the sky, then he returned to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders after sitting by your side. "I love you, Y/N."

Your hearts were set ablaze by the northern lights dancing silently above your heads.

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A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place. 

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

Blankets and Cuddles || Sam Drake x fem!reader

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Summary: The winter can be difficult for Sam Drake, especially when his old wounds flare up as the weather changes. Thankfully, you seem to have a remedy for everything 😊

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: blankets and cuddling Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

As for Sam, winter time was about 50/50. It was fun because of Christmas; he enjoyed spending time with his family and friends; playing with Cassy and quiet evenings were some of his favorites. In contrast, Sam sometimes really didn't feel well, all thanks to that stupid, old-fun wounds - those painful souvenirs loved to act up during winter season. Pain made him quiet and blue, he wasn't in the mood for anything.

That was why you were worried most of the time when he wasn't all well. There was always something to worry about. It was Sam who was and always would be your beloved treasure hunter, always willing to take you along to the craziest jobs. You took care of him at home and at work, so you felt bad that you couldn't relieve his pain.

Sam's voice caught your attention as you were cooking soup for the two of you in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, where are my painkillers?” Drake asked.

It was just one of those days. After gazing over your shoulder, you sighed softly and opened a cabinet to grab the little bottle, fill a glass with water, and go to bed.

Sam was sitting at his desk. During the colder months, when there were no discoveries to be made, Sam enjoyed writing about his adventures. As you approached him, he closed the laptop and looked at you sadly.

As you handed him the pill and the glass, you said quietly, "Here." 

While your hand moved through his hair, Sam muttered a soft 'thank you' and swallowed the pill instantly.

"I guess it will be another evening in bed," he chuckled and nuzzled your belly. "I know I promised you a walk this evening, but I don't think I can keep my promise, I'm so sorry."

While shaking your head, your hand rested on his nape; you hated when he apologized like this, he did nothing wrong, it was all beyond his control, yet he still kept on apologizing. "Love, don't be silly. I understand. There won't be an end to the world today. We'll be able to take a stroll some other time."

"I guess I'll lie down," he sighed.

As you stroked his hair, you nodded. "That's a good idea. Warm beds are good."

Likewise, Sam got up from the chair and kissed your forehead before walking away.

As soon as he left the room, you returned to the kitchen to make sure the dinner wouldn't burn down.

As much as you wanted to serve the soup immediately after it was prepared, you stopped yourself. Sam still didn't come down to you, which meant he was still not feeling well, so it wasn't worth forcing him.

Taking a seat on a high chair, you hummed while thinking of ways to relieve your man's pain. After a few minutes of contemplation, you snapped your fingers and figured it all out.

Sam woke up to the door opening, and there you were, standing in your short pjs, holding the few blankets you owned.

You didn't say anything - you simply removed the duvet on your side, took a seat, then patted your legs a little before sliding down.

After watching you for a moment, he settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around you.

Your smile spread across your face as you kissed the top of his head before covering him with a duvet and covering him with blankets to create extra warmness for him. 

Thanks to you, Sam was already feeling better. He nuzzled your belly and hummed.

Wrapping your arms around him, you whispered, "I can tell you like it."

He nodded. "I have you close to me. That's the best medicine."

You gently squeezed him before making sure the blankets were properly positioned on him.

Cuddling like this, surrounded by blankets, both you and Sam drifted off into a deep sleep. Your knowledge of how to help even in times of pain was impressive. He never received a better gift than you.

A Little Snowball Fight || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

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Summary: Your friendship with prince Igor dates back to when you cared for him as a child. One day, he introduces you to Ivar, the Viking prince from the far north. After first courtesy, a little snowball fight ensues. At the end of the meeting, Ivar makes a very interesting offer that you cannot refuse

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 2215

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Snowball Fight

Ice skating was one of your favourite pastimes, so you couldn't say no when young Igor invited you to skate - skating was especially fun when you had someone to skate with.

"Do you want to meet my new friend?" Igor asked, holding your hand as you glided across the ice together.

You glanced at him while humming softly. "Does this refer to this Viking prince? What was his name again... Ivar?"

After nodding immediately, the boy raised his head up and waved at Ivar.

Standing on top of a deck that provided a vantage point, Ivar nodded gently at Igor who was ice-skating below. Despite spending almost an hour outside, Igor was far from fatigued; Ivar was impressed by his stamina. The wooden railing was a perfect place for Ivar to rest his folded hands while watching Igor and rethinking his own matters.

In the same way that Igor did, you waved your hand to attract strangers' attention as well. Despite hearing about Ivar, you never had a chance to speak with him personally.

He kept his face straight, attempting to stay polite as he waved his hand back at you.

Soon, Igor pulled you off the ice so the two of you could join Ivar on the deck.

Ivar's lips were tinged with a smile as Igor and his female friend joined him. "Hope you are tired now, my boy," Ivar said as he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "There is nothing better than returning to the warmth of the indoors when you are freezing."

"Who said I was freezing?" Igor asked, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head as he looked at Ivar. "I am fine, but I would like you to meet Y/N. I used to be cared for by her when I was younger."

Ivar's blue eyes inspected your face and features with ease. A tone of pride permeated his introduction, "My name is Ivar, Ivar the Boneless."

"My name is Y/N. It is nice to finally meet you in person," you said, bowing your head a little. 

The smile on Igor's face was contagious. "You see, Ivar? I told you I have a very pretty friend."

In response, Ivar nodded his head a little, his smile growing wider. "There is no doubt in my mind that you did not lie in the slightest."

As Ivar's eyes slipped over your body, he met your gaze and had no choice but to admit you had the most stunning eyes he had ever seen on a woman.

You gazed at Igor, then grabbed some snow to rub into his cheeks, causing him to whine and laugh simultaneously. "As I told you before, Igor, be careful not to say things like this. It is rude to suddenly speak in such a manner."

It would have never occurred to Ivar that you would be the first to initiate a fight. He watched the scene with amusement. His question came out of the blue moments later, "Are you Russian, Y/N?"

A smile spread across your face when Igor hugged you, hugging him back you looked at Ivar "Как думаешь, красавчик?"

"My first impression of you was that you're one of the most temperamental women I've ever seen."

Laughing softly, you bend down to whisper something into Igor's ear; a smile spread across Igor's lips. Looking back at Ivar, you smiled. "Thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate them."

Observing Igor interacting with you, Ivar slowly cocked his eyebrows. "My lady, aren't you aware that whispering in company isn't considered polite?"

"Aren't you aware that strangers shouldn't listen to certain matters?"

In spite of a temperature way below zero, Ivar's soft chuckle that escaped his lips was accompanied by a little cloud of steam. "That's right."

"Don't worry, I didn't say anything derogatory about you, or did I?" You teased, looking directly into Ivar’s eyes.

"She said she loves your eyes," Igor revealed your little secret without hesitation.

Ivar observed the two of you and decided not to comment on what Igor said, instead he nodded his head. "Maybe we should take a stroll back inside?"

Igor shrugged and said, "The two of you can go inside, I'd like to stay a little longer."

As you sighed, you looked at the boy and shook your head; he was impossible to get fatigued easily.

After politely waiting for you to move, Ivar followed you to the stairs and down on the ground level.

Taking a look at Ivar, you asked, "How's it going here for you? I hope Igor isn't bothering you too much."

The man shook his head eagerly, "No, he isn't bothering me at all. Igor is such a wonderful young man. He reminds me of myself when I was his age," Ivar's tone faded into silence. "Are you from here or did you come from somewhere else?" He asked, smoothly changing the topic.

"It's funny how you are so curious, aren't you? I was born and raised in this place, so I can truly say that I am from here," you replied politely, raising an eyebrow.

While walking through the ice and snow covered path, Ragnarsson listened to your words. A crutch-dependent person found walking in such conditions to be a challenge, so Ivar was stopping from time to time.

A worried look crossed your face as you looked at the young man. "Ivar, I am sure all the snow must be a great burden for you. Can I help you in any way?"

Your polite pleas for assistance went unanswered. Who did you think he was? Although he was crippled, he was capable of walking on his own, so he didn't need any kind of assistance. "Isn't our winter beautiful?" He asked, again changing the topic.

The hint was taken and you did not press any longer. "Despite the cold, it's beautiful. As usual."

"Do you like winter?"

"Well, not really. It's cold, and I don't really like skating because of it, but it's still fun."

"What other winter activities do you fancy?"

As you walked behind Ivar, you quietly grabbed some snow and moulded it into a ball and threw it at Ivar's back. "Snowball fights."

The moment Ivar was hit in the back, he turned around to look at you. "Seriously? Have you thrown a snowball at me? Isn't it kind of silly for someone like you?"

"You asked what winter activities I enjoy, so I showed one to you," you gave him a shrug in a form of response. "You don't have to be so stiff."

Ivar stuck his crutch in a snowdrift and slowly leaned forward to collect some white fluff, which he formed into a ball before throwing it skillfully at you - the ball hit your left shoulder. "I'm not stiff, Y/N, as you put it. I just prefer observing and planning."

"Isn't that exactly what you called? I observe and plan how to..." You threw another show ball at Ivar, hitting him in the stomach, "... Successfully throw snowballs at you."

Observing you, Ivar cocked his eyebrow and threw another ball of snow at you, hitting your cheek with it this time.

You gasped and wiped snow off your face. Your response was, "Oh, you! You're dead!" By saying this you made a big snowball and got ready to aim it.

When Ivar observed you making a snowball, he wondered how a dodge could be made.

The snowball was thrown right at his face as a way to pay him back.

As Ragnarsson couldn't dodge, snow got into his eyes when the ball struck his face. With his vision blurry, Ivar took one tiny step back and flopped on his butt in the snow as he tried to wipe his eyes.

You ran up to him, whispering, "Oh, gods! I should have been more careful!"

Ivar's facial expression initially displayed anger and disbelief; eventually, these emotions dwindled and he laughed as a smile spread over his lips. "Okay, that wasn't what I expected. It was a strong hit, Y/N."

As you wiped snow from his cheek, you quickly began to apologise. "Thank you for not being angry with me, but I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have... Your legs..." Your voice was nothing more than a tiny whisper as you looked at his face. "Forgive me, please."

He caught himself staring bluntly into your eyes - they were huge and had the most beautiful colour he had ever seen. He had a burning sensation in his cheeks from your hands as you slowly rubbed snow off of him; he discovered your palms were so warm and felt cosy. "It's fine."

"You seem to be getting warm... Are you feeling sick? Oh! I shouldn't keep you out too long today, it's cold," suddenly, you started to panic.

Your sudden solicitude surprised Ivar, who raised his hand to signal you to remain silent for a moment. “First of all, it is cold, yes, but I am accustomed to it, so no worries there. Second thing, stop worrying, nothing wrong is happening. Deal?"

Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, still feeling bad and hoping you didn't hurt him. "Let me assist you with getting up."

After a moment of thinking, he accepted your hand and slowly stood up. "Thanks."

A smile of apology appeared on your face as you squeezed his hand. There was still a feeling of guilt in your heart.

Another snowball aimed at Ivar's shoulder struck him suddenly. "For Valhalla's sake, what was that this time?" The young man grunted, looking around, only to see Igor gathering snow into his hands already, forming another ball with a smile on his face.

Looking at Igor, you blinked and shook your head. Before a snowball hit you right in the face, you managed to utter only a quiet, "No, Igor, don't..."

Using his forearm to block another snowball aimed at him, Ivar shouted, "Better stop it now, dear boy!"

"Come on, Ivar! It's fun! You can practise your combat skills with me now! Let's fight!" Igor shouted enthusiastically.

Ivar, instead of responding, slowly leaned down, made a huge ball from the snow he gathered, and then threw it at Igor, hitting him in the face. "It's for aiming at the lady."

A snowball thrown by you hit Igor before the boy could prepare another snowball to throw at Ivar.

"It's time to show the little one what it's like to start a fight with the adults!" You briefly looked at Ivar, a mischievous grin dancing in the corners of your mouth.

Ivar was throwing ball after ball at Igor, occasionally chuckling to himself as he did so.

As soon as you did what Ivar did, poor Igor was scrambling to surrender.

Ivar slowly limped closer to you with his crutch in hand and asked you quietly after leaning closer to you, "Y/N, are we accepting his surrender?"

Keeping your eyes on Ivar, you hummed softly. "It seems like it might be a good idea. What do you think?”

"I agree."

"Then I agree too," you nodded at Ivar, then looked at Igor. "It's time to get inside before we get sick."

After looking at you for a moment, Ivar gave you a nod of approval. Although Ivar wore a thick fur coat and a hat to keep himself warm, he began to feel cold under the clothes. "The idea is good, Y/N. We could get some warm drinks."

Before Igor joined you, Ivar offered you his shoulder after shaking the snow off his thick fur. "Shall we, Y/N?"

In response, you accepted the offer, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and discovering with surprise that his shoulder was very well-built and seemed to be very strong, even with the fur covering it. 

Biting inside of your cheek, you tried not to get distracted by thoughts that crossed your mind. "With pleasure, Ivar. Also, I’d like to point out that your combat skills are also impressive, you have a very sharp eye,” you praised him, feeling the blush spreading across your cheeks.

In spite of his crippled appearance, Ivar was far from being an idiot, and he immediately noticed a slight change in your behaviour after you got closer to him. He suggested politely, "I was wondering if we could enjoy a pint of mulled wine and discuss our likes and dislikes a little more?" 

Your eyes never left his as you tightened your grip on his shoulder and gently nodded your head. "It will be my great pleasure, Ivar the Boneless."

Both of you didn't seem to notice Igor standing right beside you, hands resting on his hips. "It is not my intention to interrupt your lovely exchange of views, but I am hungry, and I know Oleg will send guards looking for us if we don't return inside soon. I know you two get along really well, but let's leave it for later, shall you?" The young prince gasped and walked to the front door of the palace. “I can’t handle their teeth-rooting sweetness,” he whispered to himself.

Ivar rolled his eyes after listening to Igor's rant and led you back to the palace. "Having Igor between two fires tomorrow might be a wise idea if he continues to behave this way."