imagine being carried by a minigiant
being swept off your feet when you can’t keep up with their long strides
feeling small in the best way
speaking to them and listening to their softly rumbling voice
feeling overwhelmed and enveloped by their presence
riding on their shoulders
enjoying the view from up high
their big hands around your ankles and shins, making sure you don’t fall
running your fingers through their thick hair, making little braids in it
resting your chin on the top of their head
making silly puns about their height and ducking as they playfully swat at you
gentle rocking and the muffled thud of heavy footsteps
falling asleep, trusting them to keep you safe
alternatively, the giant’s POV
they try to mask their breathing as they struggle to keep up with you
you know they’re too proud to ask for help so you don’t say anything
it’s really cute how determined they are
eventually you can’t stand it anymore, so you scoop them up mid-stride
they let out a muffled, indignant yelp. it’s more like a squeak.
you stifle your chuckle and try not to smile ( you fail )
they halfheartedly smack your chest and turn away to hide their grin, muttering something that sounds like “ya big doofus” under their breath
they think they’re being sneaky when they weave little braids into your hair, but you know exactly what they’re doing
when they start drooping you slide them off your shoulders and back into your arms
your heart melts when they nestle in closer to your chest.
conversation fades into comfortable silence, and soon they’re fast asleep
the trust they’ve placed in you is nearly overwhelming. your heart aches from it.
stepping as softly as you can, you carry them home.