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      “I do, it was but a suggestion.” He blinks once, twice, thinking. “I was simply thinking about how you like warm things and sleeping on them, and how one of Im’s friends mentioned an onsen a while back. I know we can take a hot bath together like this, but I think trying one out together wouldn’t hurt.”

   Silent for a moment once more, a soft blush not from the heat appears on Thoth’s cheeks before he speaks again. “Usually, an onsen is connected to an inn, and I thought.. we could have that inn all for ourselves for.. a few days.” He avoids Apophis’s gaze and fidgets with his hands as he says this, out of embarrassment more than anything.

          “....??????” Still confused, he could only sit and consider Thoth’s words. He may have also been trying to dig a little too deep to find a hidden meaning that probably wasn’t there, but he couldn’t help to be cautious around him. After a moment of silence (by his own decision since his husband was clearly growing anxious from it), he heaved a defeated sigh and wrapped his arms fully around the other, nuzzling his cheek against him.

   “Alright. If that’s what you wanna do, we’ll do it. Onsens ain’t too bad, I guess.”

   At first, he was too busy trying to not cough his lungs out to react to having a towel dropped on his head, but after giving a soft wheeze, Im tugs on both ends of it before looking up at Apophis. Words of gratitude were about to be said, but that came to a halt when the young priest hears that grumble. Tugging more on the towel, there’s an obvious frown.

     “Oh, pardon me for not bringing an umbrella–” but soon enough, another painful coughing fit befalls him, making him keel forward without warning. In order to not actually fall over, Im leans against the wall until he tries to catch his breath again. Gods, he feels horrible; is this what Hinome and Mashuu had warned him about so many times before?

          Im may not have completely collapsed, but that didn’t stop Apophis from instinctively curving an arm around his front, letting him lean against it. From this alone, he could see just how soaked he’d gotten from the rain -- which was only pouring even more instead of letting up.

   He dared not to sigh or grumble again in order to keep the priest from putting distance between the two of them. As much of a pain as it was, he was going to do the right thing and tend to him... even if he honestly felt like it were a bother.

   “Do us both a favor and shaddap. Don’t talk.” Both hands placed themselves on the boy’s head and he began to dry his hair first and foremost. His actions were surprisingly delicate, not something expected of him. He grumbled a soft stay there and disappeared for a few seconds before returning, shoving a fluffy robe into the other’s arms. “Put that on. Go throw your clothes into your room, or... whatever. Somethin’.”

   At the sensation of the snake’s head atop his own, Thoth can’t help but give a soft chuckle of amusement. It was followed by a content sigh at the soothing strokes against his cheek, making him relax only more.

  Leaning into his beloved’s touch and moving the hot water around with his fingers, Thoth thinks of an answer for a moment. There were many beautiful countries he wants to see, places he wants to explore; but what exactly was where was unknown to him. He does want it to be a place that has barely any or no humans at all. A place that oozes peace and tranquility.

     “How about someplace in the mountains, where there isn’t a human to be found for miles and miles on end. Where it’s just the two of us with the certainty of not being interrupted by anything or anyone.”

          “....? Why?”

   Apophis was genuinely puzzled by Thoth’s response, so much so that he picked his head up and leaned it around to get a look at his face.

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  Of course he had to get stuck in heavy rainfall halfway on his way home - and with no umbrella on his person, of all things! But the weather forecast had said there wouldn’t be any rain today, so Im’s fairly sure that a certain god of storms had somehow managed to pull a dumb joke on him.

   He cusses said god’s name under his breath just before he manages to unlock the front door of his home before slamming it shut behind him. Hm, no one’s home; aside from a certain snake. The young priest was about to cuss about that too until he begins to cough ( and not just a little bit, either ). From the looks of it, he was soaked to the bone by that heavy rainfall, shivering as he tries to take off the outer layer of his drenched clothes.

          Apophis was well and ready to curl up in bed and take a nice nap to enjoy the silence and darkness the rain brought until he heard the door slam, hardly pulling a reaction from him. He simply averted his gaze from the television to said door, before fully turning to look in Im’s direction. Oh, right, the kids had gone out today. Now doesn’t that just suck for them?

   He fully intended on ignoring his presence despite the horrendously obvious irritation about him (ripe for the teasing, but he didn’t have the energy for it), but that fairly painful sounding cough caught his attention. Before the young priest knew it, a heavy and soft towel was dropped right over his head.

   Luckily for him, the “certain snake” didn’t have the energy to say anything degrading or rude, since the cold that the weather brought zapped his energy.

   There’s a soft huff he gives in response to that, but he otherwise complies. Even if the moon god could act somewhat defiant at times, he knows full well that he’s allowed to be spoiled and even put on a pedestal. He won’t admit this out loud, however. So, he doesn’t argue against his beloved’s words.

  Rather, Thoth lets himself sink further into the hot water, leaning back against Apophis’s chest. Letting himself relax, he wordlessly takes hold of one of the other’s hands and begins to slowly trace his fingers over it, intrigued. The snake’s hands were bigger than his, stronger - they fit perfectly in the bird’s own hand ( as if made for each other on purpose ). Entwining their fingers, he then pulls that same hand to his face to place a soft but love-filled kiss upon it.

   There wasn’t a single place in this world or another where Thoth felt more at ease than at his husband’s side, within his grasp.

          Though triumphant, his nod is solemn, knowing that Thoth’s silence gave way to his victory on this. And should he have argued, he would have had one hell of a fight on his hands.

   With Thoth leaning back against him, his chin moved to the top of his head and rested there, eyes fluttering shut from the sensation of his palm being kissed. Before the hand could be pulled away, he cupped his cheek and ran his thumb in a repetitive manner, a soothing motion against his skin. He allowed silence for a little longer, before finding it a tad uncomfortable. After all, he was asleep for a solid seven days straight. Apophis didn’t want it to be quiet anymore!

   “...We haven’t had any real fun since the wedding.” The last place they toured was France, right before they had gotten hitched. He traveled the world for three thousand years, so it was sort of a hobby of his.

   No matter how hard he tried ( which wasn’t often at this point ), Thoth couldn’t escape being helped or spoiled by his one and only husband. So, as he was helped with discarding his robes, he lets it happen - together with being guided into the ( maybe a tad too big ) bathtub that is filled with steaming hot water.

   And without any hesitation at all, the bird god lets himself rest against the snake’s chest, making himself comfortable right between his legs before giving a content sigh.

      “I could always make you something after this, I do not mind.” Surprisingly enough, Thoth likes to keep himself busy with cooking. It was messy at first, but that quickly enough stopped happening altogether.

          The moment Thoth joined him, Apophis gently brought water up and over his shoulders and arms, warming him properly. With a sigh, he rested his chin on one of his shoulders.

   “Nope, sorry, not allowed! Don’tcha think you’ve done quite enough for anyone for a little while? I’ll cook, it ain’t no big deal. You’re still in your R&R period. No if’s, and’s, or but’s, don’t wanna hear it.”

   Thoth had done something miraculous a week ago. Creating an entire human heart from clay after days of research, and then successfully putting it in a human. It was a selfless thing for him to do... too selfless for Apophis’s comfort. Imhotep and Djoser would be happier, sure, but the two gods weren’t necessarily on this realm of existence solely for those children. They had their own lives to tend to, a marriage to keep in tact, and without a doubt, still needed to finish healing. If he didn’t step in now, before he knew it, Thoth would end up throwing his comfort and happiness away for the sake of others again.

  It’s a chuckle that leaves his lips at the somewhat sudden, softer behaviour - simply because it was nothing short of adorable to him. There’s a small but warm smile on the moon god’s lips as he gazes up at the other, arms folded loosely. Without a doubt, was Thoth aware that the snake hadn’t left his side while he slept  ( it’s unknown how, he just knows ).

        “I already ate something while you were away, so how about we take a bath, instead?” A simple suggestion, one that could become one thing or another, eventually. But right now, Thoth was feeling affectionate; so that’s what he’s going to be.

          “You ate without me? That’s treason, mutiny! I was starvin’, you know. Those little shits filled the fridge with garbage, not a damn piece of meat in sight!” But, despite his playful act of defiance, he naturally follows Thoth to the bathroom, meanwhile continuing his very obviously feigned complaining until the water’s turned on.

   There is no sound from him at the sudden action, only an expression of surprise when swept right off his feet and into the snake god’s arms. Without a doubt, Thoth had expected retaliation of this type from his husband, so he just gives a soft huff of a sigh - but that was more at his son letting out a shriek at the snake before grabbing it and yeeting it into the nearby empty trashbin. Thoth knows he needn’t worry, so he doesn’t.

          “You’re saying that as if I hadn’t already been expecting that, darling.”

          “Aaah, so you want me to make you pay, is that it?” There is, for but a split second, a rather devious, sultry smirk curving the snake’s lips... before he simply places Thoth back onto his feet and folds his arms in the sleeves of his robe -- that he conjured over his shoulders once more after reentering the house -- but not without turning to him and allowing an affectionate and small smile to replace the previous one.

   It was nice to see him well rested, up and about again. For his own sanity he had remained asleep by his side, the entire time. Luckily there were no distractions.

     “Mnh, I wouldn’t exactly get far in life by playing fair with you all the time.” When you marry the snake god of darkness, it’s only natural to play along in some of his games on occasion. And to be honest, it’s not like Thoth was doing it against his will. He also simply wanted to be affectionate with his most beloved again, after what felt like so long ( sleeping together feels like it doesn’t truly count, since they were both unconscious ).

   To divert Apophis’s attention, he hums softly before giving a muffled purr, fingers slowly tracing gentle circles over the bare piece of skin that were his midriff and lower back. In a way, he wanted to kind of embarrass the snake as well.

          As much as he loves attention from the creator god, Apophis’s normally white-pale face begins to burn bright red the moment those talons scrape across his bare skin. It doesn’t help that the boys are now mocking him with snickers and raised eyebrows. So this was his play the entire time, huh? What a cruel thing to do to him...!

   With a defiant huff, Apophis simply swipes at Thoth’s feet with his leg and catches him in his arms. As if he’d let him get away with this.

   Being the petty, chaotic, dark being that he was he made sure to glare a lovely little black snake into existence that would so affectionately crawl right up Im’s pantleg before turning away and leaving (the snake being harmless, by the way).

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   Barely awake he may be after a whole week of sleeping, but that doesn’t mean Thoth isn’t aware of Apophis being grumpy about Imhotep and Djoser being affectionate. So, to teach him a lesson, the bird and moon god leans against the snake and sun god much like how the two teenagers are right now. It was ridiculous of Apophis to be grumpy or grossed out by it, because the two of them often did the same and liked it.

          Like a puppy being greeted by it’s master after being separated for a long while, Apophis immediately clings to Thoth, throwing his arms around him (grocery bags falling to the floor, of course), nuzzling him and kissing his face-- the whole nine yards. He’s not a sniveling, disgustingly affectionate person, he just... maybe missed his spouse more than usual. He’s completely oblivious to the lesson he’s being taught, because he’s an idiot. He does realize it after he’s given a deadpan stare from both of the boys.

   Well, this is embarrassing.

   “Hey, that ain’t playin’ fair, Toto... what a mean thing t’ do to me when you first wake up!” Absolutely doting and affectionate to Thoth, demeanor changing at the snap of his fingers into something more dangerous and deadly when shooting a murderous glare in the other direction.

   stomach growl--

   “Need.... food...!!”

  Even despite having sunk into a deep and heavy slumber, the bird god still chirps softly at the feeling of his beloved now resting against him. Clumsily rolling over to face him, his hand searches for him and only stops when it does. But that wasn’t enough; because Thoth still tried to cuddle up against Apophis even further, nuzzling his neck as his soft chirping and cooing continued until he lay still and snoozes peacefully once more.

   The moment he rests his head on that soft and comfortable pillow is when Thoth can feel just how tired he really is. One hand underneath and the other holding it, he blinks slowly and gives a soft smile when he feels those gentle caresses. Oh, how he loves it when Apophis is like this.. Even despite being cold-blooded, he could still be so warm.

  Rather than answering with words, Thoth gives a soft hum as an answer. To let the other know he heard and understood what he said. Giving one final sigh, the moon god sinks into a deep slumber.

          Moments later, Apophis returns to the room with a nice hot cup of chamomile tea, just in case Thoth had a little trouble falling asleep. When he sees his spouse has finally passed out, there’s a warm, tender smile on his lips. He’s glad. Hopefully he’ll remain asleep for a good while, and he would make sure he’s not disturbed.