#m grima

Grima had noted how many of the mortals appeared to be in a much more cheerful mood then normal and the smaller ones seemed to be running around far more frequently, truthfully it was annoying. Even you, seemed to be smiling more frequently of late, he couldn’t understand why, so he questioned you and you told him its because of the Winter Festival.

“Ah yes this infernal holiday that I’ve never partaken in.” He had replied, you tilted your head at him, confused slightly. In all of his years of existing he had never partaken in or celebrated? 

“You’ve never celebrated Christmas before… well a Winter Festival?” Christmas is what it was referred to in your world, well that’s what you had told him, and the Fell Dragon could not understand how the Festival continued on for so many centuries and why it was given a different name.

“No and why would I? It is a holiday created by worms for fellow worms.” You frowned slightly at his words, silently thinking as you normally did before voicing an idea. 

“Well you are among us ‘worms’ so it probably wouldn’t hurt to celebrate, or at least experience it.” He scoffs at you and the idea, he only spent time in the presence of mortals if he truly had to, you being the only exception because unlike the others your company was bearable.

“I am not going to celebrate your mortal holiday with you Summoner.” He stalked away after denying you, returning to his chambers to get away from the overly gleeful simpletons that surrounded him. He had assumed that after this conversation he wouldn’t hear anything else about it and he would be left alone, but the next morning at dawn there was a knock on his door.

He knew exactly who it would be, there is only person who would dare disturb him. He opens the door and you’re standing there with a smile and in an odd red outfit.

“Good morning!” You chirp, his expression is unchanging as his eyes glance at the outfit, he couldn’t figure out if he disliked them or if he simply found it strange to see you wearing anything other than your robes. 

“Why are you wearing those garbs?”

“Winter Festival.” He sighs, eyes narrowing into a glare, of course you were still going on about this.

“I told you I am not celebrating with you, go and retrieve my weak other self if you wish to have someone to play dress up with you.” Your face falls slightly and there’s a small part of him that wishes he hadn’t said that, he chooses to ignore that part of him.

“But I don’t want to spend time with your other self.” He stares at you, almost letting out a small growl because of how much that phrase swayed him.

“Fine, I will spend time with you but do not expect me to wear that foolish costume.”

“Thank you!” You cheer, excitedly grabbing his hand and dragging him off behind you. The Fell Dragon being dragged along by a mere mortal, he was well aware of how this must seem but you were not like the others so he would allow it.

Walking down the halls to the courtyard, he noted all of the colourful decorations hanging from the walls and how some heroes were still continuing to decorate. What was the point? The decorations would all have to be taken down when the Festival ends.

When you both arrived at the courtyard, he saw a large tree in the middle that many people were gathered around, they all appeared to be smiling and laughing amongst each other. You seemed pleased at the sight, but he was confused.

“What are they doing?” He questions.

“Decorating a tree.”

“Why?”

“So, we can put presents beneath it!” He blinks owlishly.

“Why do you give each other presents?” You shrug.

“Just because,” he snorts.

“Who would give a worm a present for simply existing?” Grima asks the question loud enough, that Lucina was standing nearby turned around with a venomous expression.  

“Who would give a horrible monster gifts for being horrible and destructive?” The Fell Dragon snarls at her, which causes her to draw Falchion on instinct, this was not how you wanted things to turn out. You sigh moving to break apart the fight before it escalates any further.

“I can’t believe the nerve of that annoying worm!” He snaps, you had decided to return Grima to his room in order for him to calm down, because despite being unable to intentionally kill anyone, he could still make a mess of things when he was angry.

“You did kill all her friends and family in her timeline….” You murmur.

“And? Their lives meant nothing to me. And neither does this ridiculous holiday you wish for me to celebrate with you.” You sigh, realising that getting the literal anti-Christ to celebrate Christmas with you was probably a horrible idea, especially if he didn’t want to.

“Then I’ll just go celebrate with some of the others.” You state, moving away only for him to grab you by the wrist.

“You said you wished to spend time with me.”

“But you don’t want to celebrate with me.”

“I never said I didn’t, I said it was ridiculous.”

“Well technically this mor-“ he silences you, by quickly speaking.

“This holiday is foolish. But you seem to enjoy it so I will tolerate it.” Your eyes widen in surprise, did he honestly say that?

“Really?”

And Chrom was so sweet, if not a moron. He was a very hands-on kind of person; always ruffling your hair, or slapping your back or what not. But on this particular occasion, he hugged you. “I don’t think I ever would have gotten this strong without you _____. Your support means the world to me, and the bond we’ve created will always be with me.”

“Thank you, Chrom...” You awkwardly patted his back. He pulled away and grinned.

“Really, I can’t thank you enough for this!” His smile was infectious, you couldn’t help but do so as well. But you could feel eyes on you.

“Chrom, really, it's fine. You know I’m always happy to help you grow stronger.”

“Then here’s to hoping I can grow stronger yet!” He cheered, and you let out a little chuckle.

“Yes, but it seems I have to leave now.” You looked back to a frowning Grima. “Someone is jealous.” You chuckled. Just as you were stepping away, Chrom grabbed your wrist. You looked over your shoulder to see him frowning, now.

“Just be careful _____. I know you care about him but… he’s still the fell dragon” He looked concerned, but you only smiled.

“I’ll be okay, Chrom. I promise.” But he didn’t look quite convinced as he dropped your hand, and you moved back over to Grima. Who looked quite upset. “Hey, whats wrong? Is everything okay?” Without speaking, he grabbed your hand roughly and began stalking off in the direction of your shared room. “Grima, hey the kind of hurts.” You whined, but he only stopped and glared.

“You let him touch you?” he growled out.

“Um, yeah? Its Chrom, the worse that’s going to happen is we both fall over somehow.” You laughed a little, but Grima didn’t seem as amused.

“You let a child of Naga tough you when you are mine alone?” He growled out. You found yourself pinned against the wall, heart beating in both fear and suspense.

“I-I guess I wasn’t thinking… He was just being nice...” Grima’s eye’s pierced into yours.

“The next time that worm touches what’s mine I’ll rip his fucking arms off.” His growl was possessive, his eyes threatening. “You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you my dear summoner?” His lips trailed your jaw, fanged teeth daring to nip at your skin.

“Please don’t...” You whimpered a little, and Grima reveled in the sound.

“So long as you know your place, pet, no harm shall befall the pitiful excuses you call heroes.” Everything would be fine. You loved him, and he loved you, right? But the look in his eyes didn’t seem like love…

“I’m… I’m yours. I promise I won’t let anyone else touch me.” Grima grinned, hand trailing down the side of your face.