pairing: neteyam x fem!arctic!na'vi!reader
summary: desperate for a place to hide, neteyam and his family found themselves in a place with nothing but snow.
tags: x reader, arctic!na'vi!reader, fluff, eventual romance, denial of feelings is a river egypt, healthy rivalry, hanging out, neteyam head over heels but doesn't know it, (will add more in the future)
NETEYAM tightened his hold on the fabric wrapped around his body as they flew over the snowy mountains of Eywaâeveng. No matter how thick they had dressed themselves, it cannot offset the coldness that is digging deep into their bones. Seeing how far they have traveled, Neteyam let himself feel a bit of relief, knowing that it would take the sky people a long, long time before they could find any hint of their traces.Â
It was actually his idea. At first, his father wanted them to go to the Metkayina clan, the reef people. But since Spiderâs capture, Neteyam hasn't been sleeping alright knowing full well that the former knew they wanted to go to Metkayina a long time ago in case they needed to flee Omatikaya.Â
Itâs not that he doesnât trust Spider. But at the end of the day, it's better to be cautious and not take the risk. Especially when it comes to his family. So although unsure, he decided to share his idea to his father. One that his father immediately agreed to when he heard Neteyamâs reasons. Neytiri on the other hand, vehemently disagreed at first, as she knew how far it was. She only agreed when Jake had a one on one talk with her for a long time.Â
Licking his already dried and flaking lips, Neteyam thought about the place they are headed to. A clan situated so far away that had them traveling for weeks. Traveling traders say they keep to themselves, and are resilient against the harsh weather conditions they live in. They spent almost all their time inside of their ice kelkus, and the rest hunting for their main diet which are fish and other aquatic prey.Â
The Txuraniya Clan or also known as the cold-loving people. They live on the other side of Pandora, below the icy mountains near the cold ocean covered with nothing but white snow.Â
Neteyam himself had never seen a snow naâvi, neither his father nor mother. Not even Moâat, the fallen Eytukan, and their ancestors. Itâs a foreign clan that the Omatikaya or any neighbouring clans had never interacted with, even before the first song. Only the traveling naâvis had interacted with them from time to time, and even then, only the Olo-eyktan would show up to meet them.
Definitely a good place to hide and fade away. But the question is, will the Txunariya people accept their request for uturu? Given their nature of keeping to themselves, the chances are actually rather bleak. But, one wouldnât know without actually trying right?Â
Neteyam tried his best to lift up his spirits, looking at the large expanse of whiteness below. He can feel his ikran getting tired bit by bit through their tsaheylu. It was definitely bad news, and looking at the area they are flying through, it's obvious that thereâs no place they can land and rest on.Â
Eywa has been kind to them, because despite the weather, none of them actually fell ill as of the moment. Ignoring the numbness in his limbs, he looked at his family in silence.Â
Seeing Loâak and Kiri shivering too, Neteyam considered giving some of his clothing to Kiri, afraid that his sister would fall ill due to the weather. Among all his siblings, sheâs the one whoâs the most sensitive to climate change.Â
âKiri, take this thick fabric.â He endured the biting chill as he removed the thick fabric and offered it to Kiri, but the latter simply shook her head.
âIâm fine, brother. Give it to Loâak,â Although in bad shape, Kiri refused without a second thought. She knew her body well, so if she says she can persevere, then she probably can.Â
Before Neteyam could offer it to Loâak, the latter waved his hand in dismissal. âIâm fine bro, just take care of yourself. Youâre practically turning into an iceblock yourself.âÂ
Neteyam shook his head and wrapped the thick blanket around his shoulder. Despite thick fabrics wrapped around his hands, he can feel his arms stiffening and cramping as he gripped tighter on the fabric.Â
âMa jake, syulang is getting tired. We must find a place to land.â Neytiri looked at her loyal mount in distress, then turned to Jake.
Jake looked at his mate, before heaving a sigh and nodding. It's been almost a day since they last landed. Their ikrans are not only tired but also getting ill because of the weather. If they force these poor creatures to continue flying, they might find themselves suddenly falling from above as their ikran collapses.Â
They began looking down, trying to find some cave or space they could rest for a bit. Unfortunately, they couldnât see anything but a wide expanse of blankness. As they were about to give up and just land on the snowy ground for a bit, they heard Kiri gasp in excitement.
âThere! It looks like a cave opening!â Kiri pointed upfront, making everybody look at the direction she was pointing to. Sure enough, it was indeed a cave opening at the foot of the mountain. It was obscure due to being surrounded by snow. Only someone like Kiri can spot it, not even Neteyam, whoâs dubbed as the greatest spotter in Omatikaya. The latter couldnât help marveling at his sisterâs luck. Sheâs always been the most beloved by Eywa, and for some reason the luckiest of them all.
âGood job, baby girl. Perhaps next time you should be a spotter,â Jake laughed as he joked, his frown easing when he saw the cave opening. Heâs just as tired, exhausted, and frustrated as them. Being the father means being the leader and protector of his family. Seeing them in such a sorry state felt like a stab in the heart, a pain that never goes away. With a wave, he signaled for everyone to follow him as they descended.Â
Neteyam heaved a sigh of relief as they descended, already anticipating a short but fulfilling nap inside the cave. Itâs been days since he had a proper sleep, and all he wants right now is a warm place to rest.Â
When they descended, Neteyam hissed at the feeling of numbness in his feet as it digs into the snow. Shivering, he hurriedly followed his family towards the cave opening.Â
Neytiri gave the sleeping Tuk to Neteyam before slinging her bow and arrow in her shoulder as Jake gave orders. âLet me and your mother check the cave first, in case thereâs predators inside. Neteyam, look after your siblings.â
âCopy, sir.â Neteyam hugged Tuk in his arms, careful not to wake her up. Bundled in the thickest fabric they could find, Tuk was the least cold among them.Â
âBe careful, Mom, Dad.â Kiri said worriedly as their parents began walking inside the cave. Neteyam held her arm back as he watched them go inside. He wasn't worried at all, because he knew as long as their Mom and Dad are together, they always have each otherâs back.
âTheyâll be fine, bro. Letâs just wait here until they get back.â Loâak assured Kiri, patting her shoulder.
YOU watched as the family of six descended on the snowy ground at the foot of the mountain. Since the moment you have seen them flying from afar, you have been watching them behind thick snow. You are hiding behind a large rock covered with snow, and due to your skin color, it wasnât easy for them to spot you.Â
You watched them in fascination, immediately recognizing their deep blue skin color and patterns. They must be some kind of naâvis that lives in the hotter places in Eywaâeveng. What are they doing here? Why are they here, of all places? Are they lost? You murmured to yourself, wide-eyed as you watched the parents enter the cave, leaving behind their children waiting outside in the mouth of the cave.Â
For a moment, you wonder why they wanted to enter the cave, but then realize theyâre probably seeking shelter and want to spend the rest of the day inside the cave.
Unil KĂ€wĂ€âŠthatâs right!Â
Iâm here for the Unil KĂ€wĂ€!Â
Only then you remember the actual reason why youâre in this area in the first place. Unil KĂ€wĂ€, the fiercest beast in the mountains, covered in white fur. It eats anything with meat, and some of your fellow people had lost their lives and body against this deadly ravenous beast. Once it sees the two visitors inside its home, it wouldnât hesitate to shred them to pieces then eat them!
Your eyes widened in mortification. Suddenly, youâre faced with a problem. Should you go reveal yourself and tell these forest naâvis that thereâs a powerful beast residing inside the cave, or watch them discover it themselves and potentiall lose their life?
Feeling undecided, you waited. Perhaps the beast wasnât inside and is actively hunting for food in the ocean. You tried so hard to convince yourself that these people are fine on their own, when you suddenly heard a mighty roar coming from the inside of the cave. In an instant, you froze in fear. Thereâs no mistaking it. That roar belongs to none other than the Unil Kawa, and your greatest fear as of the moment had come true. Seeing the confused faces of the children left behind at the opening of the gate, you closed your eyes and groaned in frustration before bolting towards them with a scream.
âRUN! GET AWAY FROM THE ENTRANCE!â You shouted at the top of your lungs, hearing the mighty and agitated footsteps of the beast and the flurry of footsteps running towards the exit.Â
Everyone was surprised by your sudden appearance, but you have no time greet them when the two older naâvi came running out of the cave, with the male having a large bloody gash on his shoulder and back. Behind them was the massive Unil KĂ€wĂ€ which was further agitated by the smell of blood coming from the injured man.Â
âRUN!â You screamed at the children again, drawing your bow and shooting the beast without hesitation. The arrow hit one of its eyes, but it didnât die. Seeing the family running away, you also bolted away backwards, facing the beast with alert eyes.
âKiri, take Tuk and run!â You heard the oldest son ordered as he tossed his little sister towards the older girl running farther upfront
In pain, the white beast roared in anger, now fully running after you and the family of six. On your side, the mother and the eldest son had drawn their bows too, shooting the beast nonstop. But due to its thick fur and skin, the arrows cannot penetrate deep enough to kill the beast. You can see confusion and fear in the mother and sonâs eyes as they realized this fact.
âIâve shot it with the sleeping essence on my arrow! We only need to defend until it loses its consciousness! Donât use all of your arrows!â You shouted, wanting to console them, as you released another arrow coated with sleeping essence. The mother nodded at you, understanding your intent before she ran up front to catch up with the rest of their family, leaving you and her oldest son behind.Â
Although confused why he didnât leave with his mother, you have no time to question him as the beast is catching up to the both of you. You grit your teeth and hissed, ready to use your trump card once the situation becomes worse.Â
âDo you have a plan aside from running?!â Asked the young man beside you. If not because of the situation you were in, you wouldâve joked with him.Â
âTrust me, running is the only way to save yourself in this situation!âÂ
You heard the young man grunt as you ran side by side. As time passes by, you notice the beast slowing down and relief washes over you. âItâs getting slow!âÂ
With one last weak roar, the large beast fell on the snowy ground with a large thud, causing vibrations like an earthquake. Seeing that it has succumbed to the sleeping essence, you took the sharp spear you have in your back and quickly walked towards the beast.
âBe careful!â The young man stopped you by holding your arm but you shook your head and gently pulled your arms from his grip.
âItâs fine. My sleeping essence is ten times more potent than any poison. If it was any smaller beast, then it wouldâve slept the moment the arrow penetrated its eyes.âÂ
Walking towards the large beast, you saw its weak breathing as it slept. Feeling complicated, you sighed as you touched its stomach. âI see you, brother, and thank you. Your spirit goes to Eywa, and your body stays behind to become part of the people.âÂ
Raising your bone spear, you did not hesitate stabbing its neck. With a weak gasp, the Unil Kawa breathed its last and finally joined Eywaâs embrace.
Suddenly, youâre overcome with joy. You have done it! You have slain an Unil Kawa!
Before you can even celebrate, you slapped yourself and thought rationally. It was too easy, after all.Â
Their arrows must be laced with very potent poison that can penetrate and kill someone through small wounds. But it doesnât matter, youâre still the one that dealt the killing blow.Â
Using your bone blade, you began to hack the beastâs neck. It took you several minutes to decapitate the large beast, and grunted heavily when you slung its head back. You almost tripped face first into the snow when your knees buckled due to the heavy weight. You can feel its blood running along your back and dripping on the ground, dying the snow red.Â
When you look at the family in front, you froze when you saw their complicated gaze directed at you. They were silent and unmoving as they stared at you. The triumphant smile in your lips froze. Great. Now they must think Iâm some cruel murderous naâvi, right?
Sighing, you walked up to them and asked. âIs his injury serious?â
The father looked at you silently for a bit, before he greeted you gratefully. âIt is but a scratch. I can deal with this. Thank you for helping us, we owe you our lives.â
You wanted to say that they actually paid you already by poisoning the Unil Kawa, and even without you thereâs a large chance that they would survive by themselves, since it's clear that they are skilled warriors. However, you sealed your mouth shut. Waving your free hand, you grinned. âAh, no need for thanks. Just tell me who you are and why are you here.â`
The pair of mates exchanged looks before the female turned towards you. âAre you a member of the Txunariya Clan?â
Your eyes widened but you quickly schooled your expression. However, you knew they saw your reaction and got the answer they needed. âWho are you and what do you need for us?â You asked, voice stern and demanding.Â
The injured father walked closer, introducing himself. âI am Jake Sully, from Omatikaya Clan near Aryam Alusing. I have⊠something important to negotiate with the Olo-eyktan of Txunariya Clan. Please, let us meet your Olo-eyktan.â
Still filled with doubt, you observed the family and saw the youngest child now wide awake, staring at you with a mix of fascination and fear. Seeing this, your heart softened. You donât want such a small child to freeze out here, for Eywa is kind, and so should you.
Sighing, you beckoned them to follow you. âYou better not have any malicious intent against my clan and my Olo-eyktan, or else you might find yourself at the receiving end of my spear.â You warned, walking away in heavy but confident steps.Â
NETEYAM absent-mindedly watched as the blood of the decapitated beast head on your back drips on the snow each time you take a step, leaving behind a bloody trail in your wake. Now that his nerves had finally relaxed, he finally noticed a lot of things about you.
Your skin is paler blue, with thick white hair decorated with bioluminescent bead charms, and small bone charms. You have thicker hair on your kuru, probably to protect it from cold temperature. Your ears have furs on them, and you wear a thick grey cloak and hood with thick fur. On your waist, thereâs a satchel tied around with rope, and on the rope are dangling antler, bones, and gems. You are shorter than forest naâvis, with wider webbed feet. Your nose is smaller too, while your eyes are pale grey. You have thick white lashes, with thin icy gray lips.
Neteyam stared at you for a long time, before he felt someone elbowing at his side.
âBro, stare any harder and your eyes are going to fall.â Loâak whispered teasingly, wiggling his eyebrow at Neteyam. The latter blinked and looked away as he cleared his throat.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Loâak.âÂ
Loâak snickered as he rolled his eyes, happy to find another way to make fun of his older brother. Neytiri, whoâs closer to them, gave them a glance with raised eyebrows. Both of the boys took this as a warning and shut their mouths.Â
SEEING the large entrance of a cave system your clan lives in, you turned towards the group with a wide grin. âSee that? Thatâs my clan. Come on,â Without waiting for their response, you began your loud call with raised hands, and soon enough you heard your people shout the same call. The horn was blown, the drums were being beaten, and people began to form a group in the entrance of the cave.Â
You cannot help the immense joy you are feeling when you see your father standing in front, with a proud expression on his face as he waited for you. The moment he saw the people behind you, his proud expression was replaced with alertness. All warriors tensed up, readying their weapons, watching the strangers behind you with apprehension.
Ignoring the expressions of your people, you gave a loud grunt before setting down the Unil Kawaâs head on the ground, in front of your father and your people. With a loud voice brimming with pride and joy, you shouted.Â
âListen, my people! I, ____, have returned victorious! With Eywaâs great blessing and protection, I defeated the Unil Kawa and released its spirits back to the great mother.â
Your father looked at you, then at the family behind you. Understanding what you meant, he cleared his throat and focused on you.
âVery well. You have proven yourself to me as your Olo-eyktan, to your people as a Txunariya, and to the Great Mother as a naâvi. From this day forward, you have earned your place among the people. âÂ
Your people began circling you while singing, then collectively raising you up and began tossing you in the air gently. You crossed your arms on your chest and smiled to yourself, a sense of fulfillment washes over you. When the ritual was done, they set you back down.
âTo celebrate another member of the clan passing her iknimaya, a communal feast will be held tonight.â Your father told your people, earning agreements from everybody. You can see that they really didnât care about the feast, as they are preoccupied by the presence of strangers inside the clan.
Turning to you, your father asked. âNow, I think it is time for you to explain, my daughter. Who are these people, and why did you bring them here.âÂ
You turned at the Sullys whoâs now looking at you with that familiar complicated look, probably digesting the fact that you killing the Unil Kawa was your iknimaya, a sacred rite of passage. Giving them a comforting smile, you turned back to your father.Â
âI believe what must be talked about, needs to be talked about inside, father.â
You and your father exchanged looks, with you vouching for the visitors, your father soon relented. âVery well, then. Let them follow inside.âÂ
You seem to hear Jake Sully sigh in relief, but you paid it no mind as you led them inside the cave. On each side of the path, your people are watching the Sullysâ every movement. They are wary and cautious, something you cannot blame them for.Â
Txuraniya Clan are people who rarely see outsiders, spending all their time hunting then hibernating. Meeting other naâvis are a foreign concept.
When you reached the central part of the cave system, your father led you and the Sullys inside one of the side rooms. This is where you and your father and his trusted subordinates meet for official businesses and important matters.
In the middle of the room is a huge bonfire, instantly warming up the room.Â
âNow that it is private and without prying eyes, tell me what is going on, maâite. Who are these people, and what do they want?â Your father was talking to you, but his eyes are looking straight at Jake Sullyâs eyes.
Briefly meeting the eyes of the oldest Sully son, your eyes widened before you collected your composure and began narrating the events that transpired. âI met them while I was surveying the cave where the Unil Kawa lives. They wanted to take shelter inside the cave, but got attacked by the Unil Kawa. I had no choice but to intervene, seeing that theyâre definitely from here or any neighboring clans. When they found out that I belong to the Txuraniya Clan, they said they want to negotiate with you about something important.â
âI see. Stand aside now, maâite.â Your father said after a while. You agreed and walked towards the bonfire, tossing more driftwood while ready to listen.
âI see you, Arâti, Olo-eyktan of Txunariya. I am Jake Sully, from the Omatikaya Clan of the forest.â Jakeâs mate followed by introducing her name.
Neytiri, huh? It fits her.
What surprised you though wasnât her name but your fatherâs reaction to Jake Sullyâs name. You saw your fatherâs body tensed, lips trembling as he asked. âJake SullyâŠare you Toruk Makto?â
Whipping your head towards Jake in shock, it didnât escape you how Neytiri perked up with pride at the title. Just by that reaction, you knew your father was right. You exhaled a deep breath and muttered to yourself, âOh my great motherâŠâ
Gripping the driftwood in your hand tightly, you and your father exchanged glances.Â
â...Toruk Makto, what brings you here? What is your purpose?â Calming down, your father then asked once again.Â
Perhaps Jake expected a different reaction, as he was a bit confused by your fatherâs lukewarm reaction. Still, he composed himself and opened his arms wide. âWe have come here to seekâŠuturu,âÂ
âUturu?!â You exclaimed in surprise, briefly forgetting that you werenât supposed to speak at all. With a sharp glare from your father, you wilted and apologized slowly.
Your father looked equally surprised, not knowing what to say for a moment.
âWhy are you asking for uturu? Who are fleeing from, and why us Txunariya?â
Jake then began explaining his reasons. Sky people. A concept so real but so foreign for you. The mere mention of these demons brings back all the pain you have suppressed since years ago. Your breathing began to get disordered, and was only able to regain a bit of clarity when your father walked towards you and patted your shoulder.
âIâm afraid, I must refuse you, Jake Sully.â Your father looked straight at Jake Sully and said calmly.
Neytiri didnât take this too well, saying. âUturu has been asked.â
âYears ago, while visiting her homeclan, my mate was killed by those demons. They riddled her body with those pieces of metal, instantly killing her while they left my daughter to die in the middle of the ocean, wounded and scared. Eywa is kind, for I was able to save my daughter, but not my wife...â Your father cupped your wet cheeks and wiped your tears. âYou and your family being here is like a bone lodged in our throats, a painful reminder of my mateâs unjust fate.â
Jake looked down, pained and ashamed. Even his fiery mate Neytiri was silent. âWe have nowhere to go. Iâm done with war, and I just want to keep my family safe. Please,â
You hear your father click his tongue then begin circling Jake and his family. âYour chest is weak, your skin is thin. You are forest naâvis, we are arctic naâvis. Your skills will mean nothing here.â
âWe can adapt! I promise! Weâll learn quick enough and will pull our weight, we will never burden the clan and will follow your rules and traditions.â
Sniffing, you held your fatherâs wrists and looked into his eyes. Despite everything, you cannot turn away someone whoâs in need of help. Your eyes cannot help but look at the youngest child who looked confused and scared, still shivering despite the warmth coming from the bonfire. You were also a child once, confused and scared like this child, unsure of your future.Â
âThe life of Txunariya is bleak, not comparable to the life you had in the forest. There will be times that you and your children wonât be able to eat and will starve. Think carefully, Jake Sully. Can you and your family really adapt to these living conditions after the life you have led in the forest?â
âWe will adapt, no matter what.â Jake Sully looked determined as he looked at his family who looked back at him with the same determination.
Your father looked at you again, in which you answered him with a slow blink of your eyes. With a grunt, your father said.Â
âWell then. We will teach you our ways, so you do not suffer the shame of being useless. Me and the Tsahik will teach you and your mate. Your children will be taught by my daughter. Learn well, or else the cold will soon catch up to you and kill you.â
âThank you,â Jake Sully smiled at your father, before shooting you a grateful look. You only responded with a smile.Â
NETEYAM looked at you in confusion as you led them to the freezing cold ocean. He didnât know where you were taking him and his siblings, and what you would teach them about. Heâs even more confused when you told his parents that Tuk cannot join.
Thankfully, Loâak was thinking the same thing as he asked. âWhy did you not allow our little sister to join?âÂ
Looking at the frozen ocean surface, you replied gently. âSheâs too young. Iâm afraid her body wonât be able to take it.â
âTake what?â Neteyam interjected. Sparing him a glance, you didnât reply and ordered them to take off their thick coats and fur clothing.
âWhy? Itâs too cold, weâre going to freeze to death!â The second son groaned in annoyance.
None of the three heeded your words, making you sigh in defeat. Looking at the drum by your feet, you explained the principle of what you plan to teach them today.Â
âIn the clan, the cold path consists of three phases. First, discipline and cold resistance training. Second, land and water hunting. Lastly, hunting Unil Kawa to develop bravery, skills, patience, and strategy. For todayâs lesson, I will start teaching you the first phase.âÂ
Pointing at the frozen ocean, you continued. âSee the hole in the middle? You will need to submerge yourself in the freezing ocean water while I beat the drums as a way to count how long you are submerged in the water. We will do these everyday, until you are able to stay in water while I play all sections of our clan music on the drums.â
âWe will die! Fuck! I will die!â Loâak immediately voiced his disagreement, while Neteyam cursed to himself. Even the usually silent Kiri looked mortified.
âYou have no choice,â You calmly retorted. â...If you donât learn to resist the cold, the cold will resist you, and by then it's too late for you. Yâknow, my fatherâs words are not really just to scare you away. Heâs telling the truth. You must learn, as quickly as possible, or else you wonât be able to live here.â
Seeing them still hesitant, you sighed. âDo not worry, you wonât die. Trust me, I will not allow anything to happen to you. Today, you just need to stay for as long as five drum beats.â
The three exchanged glances, then finally, Neteyam took the lead in removing his thick coat. His jaw visibly tightened when the extremely cold breeze hit him. He probably wouldâve shivered already if not because of his willpower. You admired his determination, and gave him an approving look.
âIâll go first.â Neteyam threw his thick coat and fur towards Kiri who took it into her arms for more warmth. Right now, the only thing he is wearing is his tewng. You were careful not to stare and looked on the icy ground instead.
âAlright, letâs go.â Neteyam walked slowly through the frozen water, and it probably appeared that it would suddenly crack under his feet. You led him to the hole created specifically for this purpose, and said. âIt wonât crack. Look how thick it actually is,â You said as you pointed at the hole. Lo'ak and Kiri also followed you and Neteyam. Like their older brother, they were walking slowly and awkwardly on the icy ocean surface, always looking down at their feet.
The water was dark, but it was serene. You can sense Neteyamâs hesitation, so you held his arm and turned him towards you. Your gazes met, and you assured him. âYou shouldnât be afraid, for Eywa is within us. Trust me, Neteyam.â
Staring at you, Neteyam closed his eyes before heaving a deep breath. âOkayâŠOkay, Iâll do it.â
Humming, you sat down on the icy ground and stroked the stick in your hand. âThe moment you go in, Iâll beat the drums.â
Before allowing him to start, you let him jump a few times to get his body warm. Once he got his blood flowing, you signaled him that he can start whenever he wants.
Looking conflicted, Neteyam clenched his fist, and sat on the edge of the hole. After one last deep breath, he slid into the water.
âFUCK!â The moment he felt the extreme coldness enveloping his entire body, Neteyam scrambled to leave the water, but you shoved him back.
âThe cold does not yield, Neteyam! Do not fight it!â
âI-I canât! I-I-Itâs f-f-freezing!â Neteyam bobbed up and down in the water, body trembling and teeth chattering as he wrapped his arms on his body.Â
âCalm your breathing! Itâs testing you, Neteyam. You can do it!â
By this time, Neteyam can no longer speak at the intensity of his teeth chattering. You can hear his siblingsâ worried concern, telling Neteyam to calm down his breathing and to stop panicking.
âNeteyam, listen to me! If your mind flees, your body will follow. Breath!â
âOne last beat! Youâre almost there!â
The moment the last beat resounded, Neteyamâs sibling came running to help him climb up. Neteyam was shivering so badly that he curled up on the icy ocean surface. Without hesitation, you took the coat on Kiriâs arms and wrapped Neteyam with it. You gently slapped his face to bring him back to reality, leaning down on him and smiling at him when he opened his eyes. He slowly smiled back.
âYou okay, Neteyam? You actually did it, youâre good.â You generously praised.
Despite his condition, Neteyam chuckled at your words, looking smug at his achievement.Â
note: oh my god i hope anon who requested for snow na'vi reader likes these because im struggling while writing lmfao. i did my best, that's what matters the most. thank you anon for the wonderful prompt! FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. Thanks guys mwa!
