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Nifl watches as Múspell, her brother and Flame God, stomps into her room and flops down onto her bed groaning.
She puts the book she was reading on the desk beside her before standing up and walking over.
"Why have you come into my room?"
"The damned sun is causing me to melt."
She slowly blinks.
"How strange, I should be the one saying such. Is the god of flame truly suffering?"
Múspell huffs, turning his head towards her.
"Fire, volcanoes, heat caused by the earth and myself do not affect me. The SUN, however, is a bastard who is the only one who can make me sweat like a pig. I hate it."
"Don't let the sun god catch you saying that."
Múspell props himself up in surprise.
"There's a sun god?!?!"
Nifl frowns, tilting her head.
"I... do not know. But, there must be, yes?"
"Well, if there is, Múspell I am, will beat him up!" He huffs, raising a fiery fist up in the air.
"Mother and father would be displeased." Nifl reaches out to cool the fist, the fire simply tickling her as it isn't meant to harm.
The taller man sighs at her touch, grabbing her hand and bringing it up to his forehead. Nifl stares down at him, confused, but not protesting.
"...Your hand is very cool, Nifl. It is... refreshing me."
"Ah." She nods, her being a god of ice and snow makes her body temperature run as low as her elements. Her hand would feel quite blissful in scorching weather.
"Can you, like, freeze me a bit?"
"...Isn't that a tad dangerous?"
"I trust you." He shrugs.
Her eyes widen in shock. It was only months ago they were at each others throats until two, silly, stupidly caring, wonderful mortals decided to bestow their care upon them. They were made to be siblings and made to... talk. Funny how words, whether yelled or hissed, whispered or tired, can help.
She breathes.
In and out.
Múspell's thumb is slowly rubbing across her hand, sensing her hesitance.
"I trust you, Nifl, my sister." He repeats, making eye contact.
"You're a fool, Múspell, my brother." She brings her free hand up to carefully start applying a strong frost to him.
"A fool I may be, but a dying fool." He whines as she snorts, the atmosphere lightening.
"A little heat shan't kill you."
"...Still gonna fight the sun god."
She lets out a deeper sigh as he cackles.