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A/N: By the way, this alternates POVs. I’ll write who it is.
Blitzen’s POV
The sketch was turning out pretty great.
It was an outfit, like usual.
If I’m being honest, it was actually really good. I wasn’t exactly sure if it was perfect enough for me to make yet, but maybe soon.
Erase, sketch, darken, lighten, and so on. Sketching could take forever, but it didn’t bother me. I liked drawing. I’d been drawing since I could hold a pencil — age three. I’d obviously started out terrible, but now, my art actually looked like photographs. It was insane.
I felt someone come up behind me and wrap their arms around me.
I felt myself smile, and, yeah, I definitely blushed.
It was my elf.
I felt him tighten his arms, and I felt my heart begin to ache.
I really, really liked Hearthstone.
I liked him so much.
I liked him too much.
It was a definite problem.
“Hey,” I whispered, which was useless because he couldn’t hear me, nor read my lips.
He pulled back, though, and sat in the chair beside me.
‘Want to do something?’ He asked.
My heart leaped. Yes, please, it sang, but I forced myself to smile weakly.
“I was actually going to take a nap.”
Hearth nodded, and… was it possible that he looked a little disappointed?
No, no way.
I forced another smile, got up, and trudged to my room.
A/N: they’re in Nidavellir, btw
I closed the door behind me, and let out a breath. Fuck, I was an idiot. Why couldn’t I just say yes and be normal about being around him?
Such a fucking idiot.
I sighed and flopped down onto my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but it was a lost cause.
The door creaked open and Hearth peeked his head inside.
I sat up quickly. “Hi.”
He gave a weak wave.
“Oh, um, come in,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He inched over and sat on the edge of the bed.
‘I was wondering if I could just stay in here for a bit?’
Holy fuck.
My heart couldn’t take this. I was pleased, and I didn’t want to let it show.
“Oh, um, of course,” I said neutrally.
His face broke out into a small smile, and I had to force myself not to grin back. It felt like such an accomplishment to make him smile.
I laid back down, and, unexpectedly, he crawled over next to me.
Don’t you dare blush, I thought.
I failed majorly when he snuggled into my side.
My face was completely and utterly on fire.
Hearthstone. Was. Cuddling. With. Me.
ABSOLUTE UNCHARTED TERRITORY.
***
Hearthstone’s POV
A/N: I said I’d tell you when the point of views switched!!! <3
Blitzen was such a comfortable person to snuggle into.
Gods, I loved him. And it was so fucking annoying. I couldn’t do anything anymore because I’d end up blushing.
Thankfully, I hadn’t been blushing then.
I cuddled closer into his side, feeling his warmth and welcoming it.
Finally, FINALLY, his arms wrapped around me. He seemed unsure, but then he relaxed, and I relaxed as well. This was good.
A little too good.
I should’ve known it wouldn’t go well.
I mean, it started off fine. We were very obviously cuddling, but it was platonic, right? I knew that, but my body did not.
My pants started to feel tight, and, fuck, not NOW, WHEN I’M ACTUALLY HAPPY FOR ONCE!
But screaming internally did not help my problem.
Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfu—
I pulled back quickly, and, by accident, I fell right off the bed.
Blitzen’s eyes peered at me from where they appeared on the edge of the bed.
Gross thoughts, I thought quickly. Do not think about the smoking hot dwarf staring down at you and absolutely do not think about cuddling with him and kissing him and possibly even —
NOT HELPING, I screamed at my brain.
But, within a few moments, the tightness in my pants faded, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I glanced up at Blitz, who asked, “are you okay?”
I nodded weakly.
His eyebrows furrowed, and then he slid off the bed and sat next to me.
Please move him away, I begged the universe.
He pulled his knees into his chest, and wrapped his arms over them.
I had to look at him, just in case he began to speak.
He did begin to speak, so that was a lucky move.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. He never cried. I’d made Blitzen cry.
I shook my head quickly. ‘No, no, it wasn’t you! It was me.’
He blinked at me. “What happened, then?” He asked, wiping at his eyes.
I felt my face heat up. I shook my head again.
He tilted his head at me. “Hearthstone.”
I stared at him, hoping he’d get the hint to drop it, but he didn’t.
“What happened, Hearth?” He asked. “It’s not like you got… you got… holy fucking shit, did you get hard?”
I felt my face turn neon green.
“What the FUCK?”
‘I’m sorry,’ I signed.
“No, no, I’M sorry!” He said. “Fuck, I thought that only happened when a guy was around someone they were in love with. Dad didn’t really teach me anything; I had to learn it in my own. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe i did that to you!”
I blinked. He really wasn’t in love with me, then.
Great.
I shrugged, trying to hide how hurt I felt. ‘It’s fine, it was bound to happen at some point, seeing as we… you know, do a lot of things other people think is romantic.’
He nodded and looked away.
‘I’m just going to… go lay in the tanning bed for a bit,’ i signed, then stood up.
And I walked out of the room.
***
Blitzen’s pov.
Fucking damn, what had I done?
I’d gotten my best friend, my most favorite person in the Nine Worlds, my everything, hard as a fucking rock.
I squeezed my arms tighter around my knees. A shower. I needed a shower.
So I took one.
I imagined I was washing all of the guilty feelings away, and it helped a lot. I felt a lot better after I’d finished and changed into pajamas.
I still couldn’t sleep, though.
So I stayed awake, waiting, hoping for Hearthstone to come in and fall asleep next to me, like he always did when he had a nightmare.
But he didn’t come.
I was alone.
Sleep never came, not for the three hours that I waited. So I got up at around midnight and went to Valhalla.
The trip there was easy and quick. I wanted to see Magnus. I needed to talk to someone.
And that’s what I did.
I knocked on his door, and waited for a minute until he opened it.
“Blitz?” He asked groggily.
“Hi,” I said, zooming by him and into his room.
“What… what’s up?” He yawned.
I put my head in my hands, and muttered, “I’m in love with Hearthstone.”
“What?”
“I’m in love with Hearthstone!” I shouted, taking my hands away from my face and staring him dead in the eyes. “Please help me.”
Magnus blinked at me. “I’m too tired to think about how oblivious I’ve been, so I guess I’ll help you.”
“Do I tell him?” I asked. “I feel like I should, you know, to save the friendship.”
Magnus shrugged. “It’s up to you. But don’t kiss him unexpectedly — he’ll be so confused for days. I know this from experience.”
“But Hearthstone is nothing like you,” I groaned. “If I kissed him, he’d probably hate me for the rest of my life. I don’t exactly deserve a happy ending, Magnus.”
“What? Of course you do!” He told me. “You’re one of my best friends, Blitz. You deserve a happy ending; I promise.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but okay.”
Magnus’s eyes narrowed and he strode towards me and grabbed my hands. “You deserve anything you could ever want,” he told me fiercely. “You deserve to have a boyfriend and you deserve to be with Hearthstone. You two are inseparable. You’re practically already married, now that I think about it. So, this morning, you are going to tell him and he is going to love you until your dying day.”
“Okay,” I mumbled. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. Now can I go back to sleep?”
I laughed and nodded. “I’ll see you soon?”
“You know where to find me.”
And with that, I left.
***
Hearthstone’s POV
Blitz was gone. Had I scared him off? What if I never saw him again?!
My life was practically ending until the door opened, finally, at six a.m. in the morning.
I flung myself at him and hugged him so tightly. I threw my arms around his neck and tried not to cry.
He hugged me back, his hands digging into my jacket.
When I pulled back, I glared at him. ‘You are an asshole,’ I signed. ‘I thought you’d left me!’
He laughed a little. I loved it when he laughed. His whole face lit up, and he looked beautiful.
“I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I was… planing something.”
I tilted my head. ‘Details?’
Blitzen took a breath, and then looked me dead in the eyes. “Hearth, you know I care about you. And I know you care about me. But I feel like I care about you more than I should. I feel out of place in this friendship.
“You’ve stood by my side through literally everything. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. And I wanted to tell you something that is so unbelievably important to me. Something that makes me blush around you, something that makes me… well, want to kiss you every time I see you.
“Hearthstone… I love you.”
I stared at him.
He stared right back.
I dragged a hand down my face, then signed, ‘fuck you.’
He blinked. “What?”
‘I wanted to be the one who said it first!’ I complained.
“What?”
‘Blitzen, you unbelievably big idiot, I love you, too, but I wanted to say it first.’
“You love me?”
‘For the gods’ sake.’
“Hearthstone, answer the fucking question.”
‘Yes, dummy, I love you. Good grief.’
He threw his arms back around me and hugged me tight. I could tell that he was crying, and I let him cry. I loved him.
I held him tightly.
Those three, beautiful words — I love you — were dancing around in my mind. He really, actually, truly loved me.
I’d imagined him saying them a million times, but this was different. It was real.
He pulled back, and I reached out to touch his face. He leaned into my hand like he was starving, like he’d been waiting forever.
Our eyes met, and I just knew.
I could kiss him.
He’d given me permission without even speaking. We knew each other that fucking well.
I leaned closer, and he did, too, and our breaths mingling together. I was leaning down a lot to meet his height, but it didn’t matter because I was actually going to kiss him.
Our lips brushed.
It was soft, it was barely even a kiss, but it lit me up. I moved closer and kissed him deeper. It was every night we’d spent next to each other, every what-if and maybe both of us had ever thought about.
It was ours.
We pulled back for air but instantly dove back in, kissing fiercely. His hand got tangled somewhere in my hair, and I could feel him grinning into the kiss like he couldn’t believe he could touch me like this.
My head tilted and his tilted as well, and our mouths opened against each others. Our tongues tangled together, and I smiled giddily.
He broke contact and kissed me again, biting down softly on my bottom lip, and I pushed closer to him. My hands found his vest and I tangled my fingers into the fabric.
We stumbled backwards together, and we fell into a chair. Blitz was pretty much in my lap at this point, but I didn’t care. I would kiss him until I suffocated.
We pulled back again and took a few deep breaths, then he crushed our mouths back together, his hands cupping around my face to pull me into him.
My tongue brushed against his bottom lip, and I felt a sound vibration from him that might’ve been a small moan, but I couldn’t tell. My brain had turned into jelly.
I brushed my tongue over his teeth, and he moaned again, turning his face to bite my lip again.
My hands found his hips and I pulled him closer. How we weren’t melded together at this point was beyond me, and how I could STILL pull him even closer was unknown. I think he might’ve kept slipping nearly off my lap.
I pulled back for some desperately needed air. I panted, chest heaving. Gods, how long had we been at it?
“Wow,” he panted. “We just made out.”
I flicked his forehead. ‘Duh.’
He laughed. “Come on, let’s just… go make breakfast.”
‘But kissing is so fun.’
He smirked wickedly. “We don’t want you to get hard again, now do we?”
I laughed as well. ‘Okay, food is a good idea.’
THE END.