#wintersovereign

@wintersovereign asked: for one muse to come to the other in the middle of the night to crawl in bed with them. comfort starters

Tagah wasn't asleep just yet, although he was surely looking peaceful enough to pass as such. He didn't move when the door opened and a new breeze entered the room, caring a coldness and familiar scent he was very much used to by now.

He felt the mattress shift as the water bender climbed onto it, doing it again until she had found a place by his side. Without opening his eyes, the air nomad moved, hand moving to pull Elsa closer to him by her waist.

— Is your bed cold?

He knew the answer, both of them did, he just wanted to see what she would say to that. Regardless, now that she was there, Tagah didn't feel inclined to let her get out until the next day. It was so much more confortable when one had company.

He nuzzled on her hair, inhaling deeply to get more of her scent.

— At least now I can finally sleep.

"You're in the coldest realm in the nine. Frost Giants thrive here. And you came in summer clothes?"

Zuko could not help himself as he blinked at her. “I … uh …,” he swallowed and rubbed at the back of his neck. Mentally he swore, but he was trying to keep himself more in check outwardly. He did not intend to have Elsa freak out more than she probably already was. Though by her appearance, she was more put together about this than him.

@wintersovereign

It was only a matter of time… before this could happen. Elsa was gone… or more accurately, kidnapped.

It had been an arranged marriage… a necessary alliance between the Fire Nation and Arendelle. He didn't think he could receive love again… not right away. But after those moments together, he had learned to respect her, to protect her, and, slowly, to need her. She had become a part of him, and so his duty to her grew… as did his love. He fell more in love every day when he was with her… and now she was carrying his child… their child.

The kidnappers had struck precisely: no sign of a struggle, no trace… who could it have been?

Zuko clenched his fist, a flame igniting between his fingers, expressing his rage. "I will find my wife," he muttered, his voice low and cracking with rage. "And whoever touched her…"

He wasted no time in gathering a small, trusted army to search for his wife. They had to be quiet and avoid too much attention… he didn't want Elsa's health to be put in danger. He had also enlisted June and her trusty companion Nyla, a shirshu capable of sniffing out a scent and tracking it even from miles away… as well as a secret weapon he would use only if necessary.

Thanks to Nyla's skills, they followed a clear, reliable trail, and he raised his gaze to the horizon. For Elsa and their child… he would burn the world, if necessary.

The kidnappers were none other than members of the New Ozai Society, apparently still intact, and led by War Minister Qin, a fierce supporter of Ozai and his plans. They had taken refuge in a distant city: a distant border with secret routes and ancient hideouts that few could possibly know about.

against the night ( @wintersovereign )

"In my experience, a knife to the heart always does the trick."

He slowly runs his finger around the rim of his tea cup and hums in thoughtful consideration.

"There about a hundred and fifty three simple ways to kill a man, too, if you’ve got the time for me to bend your ear."

"Unless… AHA!" he brings that hand up and snaps his fingers in sudden realization, "you want to hire me to get the job done for you!? I’ve got a hundred or so assassins primed, ready, and starving for the job!!"

And they were really hurting for some extra rupees these days.