bjorndyr
It was a silly thing to do, to sneak into the other's room, just to sit down beside the pile of furs the Avvar called bed. To watch the man sleeping, to carefully run his fingers over the scars that were supposed to shame him ( but made him just more beautiful in Magnus' eyes ) over his jaw, and then placed his hand there to rest.. Dreamily looking at the man, the stupid Bear he had come to love. Love so much that he just needed to make certain that he was okay, whenever he came back from a mission. Even if it was in the middle of the night like this time.
For a moment Magnus wondered if it'd be okay just to kick off his shoes and crawl under the sheets with him. But no.. it was nothing the archer wanted to do without asking the other for permission.
He gets up again, leans over the sleeping man to press his lips against his forehead.
❝I love you..❞ he whispers against the other's skin, and with a soft smile adds ❝... my king.❞
His stupid, beloved bear king.