If you’re taking prompts from that prompt post you just reblog fed could you do 19 or 26 for RusAme?
“19. Person A: “If I asked you to stay, would you?”*Person B: “Yes. Are you asking me to?”*
Alfred awoke with the warm scratch of a wool blanket behind his head and fur tickling at his nose. With a groan, he rolled over, reaching out blindly for the edge of a blanket to cover his frozen legs.
“Good morning,” he heard and Alfred peaked open one eye, looking at the snow god looming over him. Alfred closed his eyes and rolled back over, burrowing back into the thick blankets.
“M’ning” he mumbled sleepily. There was a laugh and the blanket finally covered his bare legs. With a smile at the gesture, Alfred burrowed further down and rolled his head back, looking up at the man before him. “What is that?” he asked, seeing the cup that the god held.
Ivan held out the sand colored cup, “It is spruce tea,” he said. “Traders up high north drink it in the winter.”
Sitting up from the nest of blankets and furs, Alfred accepted the mug, sniffing at the strong pine scented drink. It somehow reminded him of the beer from back home. He took a sip and swallowed quickly despite how it scalded his tongue. “It’s warm,” he offered and let the mug keep his hands warm.
Ivan sat down next to him, and Alfred could feel the cold radiating from him, but still he leaned towards him, resting his head against a shoulder that felt like a block of ice. “Your leg should be better by now, you can probably return to the valley again.”
Alfred hummed and took another sip of the too hot and too bitter tea. “Yeah,” he admitted. He could’ve returned about two week ago if he didn’t mind the pain. A week ago he could have bolted down the mountain easily. Alfred turned his eyes to look at the log home they were in, the murals that painted the walls with poppy red and sunny yellow flowers. The doorways and windows were caked in spirals of constant ice, but in the corner burned a fire, just for him.
The logs were low and mottled with white ash. “I can show you the way,” Ivan said and Alfred watched frost skitter across his skin like a glittering blush.
Alfred put down the tea and gathered a blanket further into his lap. All he wore was a long but thin linen night shirt and a pair of thick wool socks he had brought for hiking up the mountain. “Do you want me to go?” he asked without looking, instead playing with the white tipped fur warming his thigh.
Ivan looked out to where the world was white with snow. Winter in it’s full power. “If I asked you to stay,” he said quietly and Alfred’s nose felt red from his breath, “would you?”
“Yes.” Alfred said and bumped his arm. They finally met each other’s eyes and Alfred asked, “Are you asking me to?”
“Yes,” Ivan said.
“Okay then,” Alfred said and took another sip of the terrible tea. “We’ll have to get a proper bed then.
“Do you not like the blankets and fur?” Ivan asked and he rubbed his fingers togethers, snowflakes drifting to the ground in his wake. “Calm down,” Alfred said. “It’s all good and fine when you’re around, but when you’re sleeping until autumn–“
“I’m not a bear,” Ivan said with a rumble of laughter.
“I mean you said you go to sleep for like half a year,” Alfred pointed out. He put the tea down and grabbed the edge of a fur throw, tossing it at Ivan and climbing into his lap and kissed his jaw. “Sounds like a bear to me.”
“Bears do like honey,” Ivan agreed and kissed the top of Alfred’s head.
Alfred scrunched up his face, elbowing him lightly. “You really are a sap.”
“I just say it like it is,” Ivan said and pecked Alfred of the cheek. Then his forehead and finally his lips. “I am happy.”
Alfred buried his face into the linen of Ivan’s tunic as a blush cascaded down his face and chest. “Me too.”
