Do you have any headcanons for Morning Frost from Legends of Avantris? Love your stuff btw✨️
Ahh thank you!! I'm still pretty new to LoA rn, so my headcanons are pretty limited 😅 But I adore Frost, not saying much, I adore them all, so I have a couple
(Offical art by Saltmatey)
He's definitely giving ler-leaning to me, probably closer to switch. He seems too smart to get into ticklish situations so you'll primarily see him doing the tickling. He got sharp claws, too! Super dangerous for any close-by lees. He seems like the kind to like, not belittle, per se, but tease you for being "dumb enough to fall for his traps" as he tickles you. But! He's a big kitty so I reckon a good scritch under his chin will drop his guard. Poor Frost likely couldn't handle belly rubs or anyone touching his paws. His tail 100% wags when tickled~
Back when the Tabaxi travelled alone, Frost had been minding his own business at a tavern...That was, until a gigantic creature showed up to the horror of everyone around them. What the creature does, will surprise everyone...
⚠️Warning:⚠️ This fanfic involves super intense tickles. Like, even more intense than I've ever written. I assure you, this will be the only time I ever make the tickling this extreme.
Furthermore, this fanfic was slightly based on an AI headcanon. Truth be told, I had been using Character.AI for a while, to help increase my writing skills and continue storytelling and character development. While I know the opinions of AI are divided, I will tell you that the AI Morning Frost did come up with the story of the Bulette tickling him. But I will reassure you: the writing I did for the story, was 100% genuine writing. If anything, the AI story inspired me to retell it in my own way.
With all that determined, I hope you enjoy. <3
Frost was sitting in a tavern on the edge of a big city, just enjoying a drink alone. Though the man was alone, he didn’t feel nearly as lonely as he usually did. He had found that having tons of people around him sometimes helped with encouraging him to socialize. And this being a tavern with a bar, what better way than to drink a little bit and socialize with some one-time friends?
Frost put his empty glass down and cleared his throat. He was still processing the taste of the cocktail, enjoying the sour, yet slightly sweet drink he had ordered. He couldn’t remember what he had ordered, but he was enjoying it. Nearby though, Frost was watching an altercation between two customers.
“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” One of the drunk guys shouted.
“SHE’S MINE! FUCK YOU!” The other guy shouted.
“WHY DO YOU GET TO HAVE HER?!” The first guy shouted at him.
Frost widened his eyes as a fight quickly began to intensify beside him.
“BECAUSE I SAID SO! NOW FUCK OFF!” The other guy yelled.
When Frost looked to where the girl was, he noticed the girl giggling and whispering to her friends. Quickly, Frost began to understand that the girl had made them go against each other…And it wasn’t because she loved them.
He turned to the two men with a slight frown. “Boys, please…” Frost spoke up. “Don’t you realize what’s happening?” He asked them.
The boys paused their words and looked at Frost with offended looks.
“The girl you’re both interested in, wanted this fight to happen. She’s playing with you both.” Frost told them.
The first man growled. “Excuse me?!” He spoke up before looking at the girl. But the girl pulled herself together and waved at him with those god awful, lovey-dovey fluttering eyes. Frost would have thrown up from how disgusting her behavior was. “Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me, feline!” The man raised his voice at him.
“This is between the two of us! Stay out of it!” The other guy yelled.
“I’m trying to save you the trouble.” Frost told them.
All Frost heard was a loud “SHUT UP!” from the first guy, before his whole body was quickly coated with a sticky syrup. Frost yelped and covered his face with his arm, not expecting such an attack. The sticky syrup coated everything. His face, his robe, his arms, even his legs were covered! And droplets quickly began falling onto his feet. Frost was horrified! He was absolutely humiliated! He looked at the man with shock, mixed with betrayal.
“That’s what you get, fuzz-brain!” The first man yelled at him, throwing the large glass to the bartender. The bartender didn’t catch the glass, making it shatter on the ground in front of the bartender.
“Yeah! Take that, kitty cat!” The other man yelled, laughing at the ‘sticky’ situation.
Frost slowly lowered his arms, visibly annoyed and tired. Great…How is he ever gonna get this off? Frost attempted to wipe a bit of the sticky syrup off himself, but it only made the syrup spread over more of his body. He tried to wipe some off his forehead, but ended up only getting more onto his forehead. It was quite annoying.
Here, let me get you a clo-”
BAM!
The door SLAMMED open, revealing a ginormous, whale-looking creature with legs and a giant tail. The bartender quickly gasped and hid behind the bar, abandoning his initial offer. The other guys saw the creature, and screeched, running to the bathroom.
“What the-” Frost turned around to see what had come in. And to his absolute horror…A bulette had walked itself into the bar. Frost froze in fear, before turning around and looking forward, visibly terrified. Oh GOD…He’s read about these evil creatures! They’re the most feared creature in all of Avantris. Bulettes are known for being so ferocious and dangerous, that they could make even the strongest of warriors grow anxious! These Bulettes were known for their constant hunger for fresh, living meat. And fearing the worst, Frost jumped off the chair and slipped into an empty booth.
The moment he made it to the booth, he hid behind the pillowed wall, desperately trying to hide from the terrifying creature. And for the moment, it felt like he might be okay…
That was, until the bulette started moving. The loud, ground-shaking steps of the bulette left everyone in the room frozen in fear. No one wanted to move for fear of getting eaten alive. The bartender stayed as calm as he could, considering the circumstance. Everything was deathly quiet…not even a mouse could be heard squeaking.
The bulette moved forward, up to the bar. Its huge nose was snorting and sniffing, presumably smelling the air. Frost gulped and stared at the bulette as more of the creature came into view. The bulette was HUGE! Its size on its 4 legs was taller than Frost on his 2 legs! It actually looked like it could take up most of the room in size alone! Frost watched as its big belly got closer to his booth…so close, he could see its large, muscular body inhaling and exhaling. Its body armor was expanding as well, terrifying the tabaxi. The look of it perfectly described what they were: Killing machines with the ability to eat any poor victim that crosses its path. It was quite terrifying, to say the least. If Frost ends up surviving this, then he’ll never complain about anything again.
But his fear intensified when he saw the bulette turn itself towards him. Its beady, orange eyes looked at him, as if eyeing him up for a good, delicious meal. Oh shit, Oh SHIT, OH SHIT! Frost struggled to keep his anxiety under control as he saw the bulette’s possessive gaze on him. Frost tried to look away, as to not draw any attention to himself. He began to PRAY to any god out there, that this creature will not swallow him whole.
And just as he feared, this bulette turned itself in Frost’s direction. Frost’s anxiety was beginning to drive him absolutely mad! NOTHING IN HIS TRAINING WAS WORKING! BECAUSE THERE WAS NOTHING THAT HIS TEACHER COULD TEACH HIM ON HOW TO HANDLE A NEAR-DEATH SITUATION WITH A BULETTE!
The bulette moved closer to Frost, and brought its giant snout closer and closer to Frost’s body. Oh god NO! NO NO NO NO- PLEASE! Frost stayed as quiet as he possibly could, silently PLEADING for the bulette to spare his life!
The bulette opened his mouth, revealing its tongue. Oh GOD NO! Frost braced for impact, preparing himself for the worst. The worst was about to happen! He’s SCREWED! HE’S GONNA DIE! THIS IS IT! THIS IS HOW IT ENDS!
Frost’s eyes opened wide the moment he felt a thick, slobbery lick from his chest, up the side of his face to the top of his head. And though it was absolutely TERRIFYING, that tongue licked up his neck. And when that tongue so much as touched his neck, Frost had let out the most inhuman sound known to man! It didn’t hurt! The lick didn’t even make him gag!
Despite the rough feeling of the tongue, the licks didn’t actually hurt him! It didn’t hurt at all! To Frost’s surprise…It tickled him! Like, REALLY tickled him! And that inhuman sound he made? It was a high-pitched squeal! It was a feeling so outlandish and out-of-place for a moment such as this! So bizarre, that the feeling had initially thrown him off guard!
Frost squealed as yet ANOTHER lick covered his neck! “WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHO!” Frost shouted.
Geez, even the lick on his cheeks were beginning to tickle him! Why?! WHY THIS?! WHY IN THE NINE HELLS, DID HE HAVE TO BE SO TICKLISH?! WHY NOW, OF ALL TIMES! He’s supposed to be terror-stricken! He’s supposed to be SCREAMING! NOT LAUGHING! TALK ABOUT HUMILIATING!
Frost squeaked and bursted out in more cackles as another lick moved from his robed belly, up to his overly ticklish chin. “Ohoho gohohod- NoNOHOHOHOHOOO!” Frost shrieked and tried to cover his chin, but to no avail.
Another wet, sloppy lick went up the back of his head, making him squeal and raise his shoulders. But the kicker was when the bulette’s tongue reached his ears. That’s when he REALLY SQUEALED!
“OHGODNOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERRRRE!” Frost screamed, trying to cover his ears. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” Frost shouted at him.
The bulette just kept on licking though! It absolutely covered his poor ears in slobber! That bulette seemed absolutely determined to lick every morsel of him. But this was just the beginning…
Cause the bulette kept going! The bulette slowly began to lower its tongue to the shoulders and upper chest and arms. The poor man was giggling and laughing helplessly as this ginormous, usually terrifying creature was tickling him senselessly. To say it was wild, wouldn’t even come close to being accurate enough.
The thing is, Frost is ticklish just about everywhere. While he’s usually able to handle keeping it together when others try to tickle him, this tongue tickled him in just the right way, that he couldn’t control himself! Every little lick was a rough, yet soft, ticklish experience! Each lick coated him in this slippery slobber, which made him even MORE ticklish the next time he was licked! And the cycle kept repeating! The poor man’s upper body was already soaking wet from the tongue, which only made each new lick even more ticklish!
“FUHUHUHUCK! PLEHEHEHEEEASE! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAAHAHAAHAAKE IHIHIHIHIT!” Frost shouted at the bulette.
But regardless of his protests, the bulette just kept on tickling. It refused to stop, and only continued to tickle, tickle, tickle him. Frost yelped as the stretchy, wide tongue snuck into his armpit, and tickled down his ribs to the side of his belly. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHELP! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” Frost couldn’t even get full words out, let alone sentences!
And a little reminder: Frost was wearing ROBES right now! So the fact that he was being tickled so much while STILL HAVING SEVERAL LAYERS OF PROTECTION?! What are the chances of that?!
But as if it couldn’t get any more ticklish, it did! Cause this evil, mischievous bulette had the AUDACITY to shove its explorative tongue inside his robe, and lick the furry body underneath! Frost practically screamed and lost it with hysterics. “GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHO! NOHOHO- NO NO NOOOHOHOHO!” Frost shouted and struggled to get the tongue out of his robe. “IHIHIHIT’SSOBAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Frost kept yelling helplessly.
Suddenly, the tongue slipped out of his robe! Frost squeaked and took in a deep gasp of breath, curling up slightly. “Ohoho gohohod…Ohohokahahay…ohokay…Haha…Haahaa…” Frost mumbled, unable to prevent some of the giggles from leaving his mouth. “Ahahare…Are you dohone?” Frost asked the bulette. It was like he temporarily forgot he was talking to a BULETTE of all things…
Frost looked up at the bulette, and watched as the bulette licked its lips, leaving a tiny rainfall of slobber to fall onto him. Frost attempted to shake himself off without showering the bulette in his own slobber. As much as he was thankful for the chance to breathe, he was terrified that any little action would lead to offending the bulette.
As he was still in thought, Frost felt as the bulette brought its snout closer to his belly and started sniffing. Frost froze in fear for a moment, nervous that he might’ve already given him enough disrespect to warrant being eaten alive. But when his snout touched down against his stomach, the snout started sniffling and snorting more, making his nose move around his belly.
Frost widened his eyes before squeezing them shut, feeling the slight ticklish sensation from its snout alone. Oh no, oh god…It’s ticklish again…
Dammit…
Frost could feel a gentle snicker leave his mouth. “Kkkkhehehe-!” Frost giggled, his face visibly red from the embarrassing laughter.
To tell you the truth, Frost was not a giggly person. He barely even smiles nowadays! So the fact that this bulette made him laugh, let alone smile, was already impressive on its own. And though he didn’t mind some laughter…This was a MILLION times more than he’d ever gotten!
“Ohokahahahay…Ohohohokahay! Thahahat’s enohough plehehehease.” Frost opened one eye, and gasped with terror as he saw the tongue falling out of the bulette’s humongous mouth. “OhgodNO!” Frost threw his head back with a surprised squeal as a surprisingly small lick coated his belly once again. “Ohoho-nohoho!” Frost’s body was already shaking a little bit from the giggles, as he felt another lick against his bare belly. “Nahahaha!” Frost jumped as a bigger lick coated his lower belly! “eEEEK! GAHAahahahaha!” He suddenly cackled!
It really didn’t take long for Frost’s giggles to turn into full-on laughter…especially with the bulette increasing the size and frequency of the licks. It looked like the bulette was starting to tickle him again…only this time, it was on his entire bare belly.
“Plehehease stahahahap! Ihihit’s sohoho ticklihihish- GAHAHAHAHA!” Frost bursted out in even MORE laughter as the bulette’s slippery tongue slipped around and coated his lower back. “SHIT! OHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!” Frost cackled and laughed, wiggling and squirming helplessly.
And then…as if it couldn’t get worse…Frost felt as the bulette turned him over to the side with its paw, and just coated more of his back with its tongue. The ticklish feeling was absolutely unbelievable! It made Frost’s laughter go silent a couple times! Frost didn’t even know his back was this ticklish! It feels almost impossible! Though he was thankful his body was super resilient, the tickles were starting to really take a toll on his physical strength. His squirms were beginning to slow down as he struggled to even think straight. All he could think was ‘TICKLISH! TICKLISH! CAN’T STOP LAUGHING! AAAAH!’...
The bulette let out little growls and grunts as it kept coating his poor back in more slobber. Just like with his ribs and neck, the slippery slobber kept making him even more ticklish! So if he was silently laughing from the tickles alone, then the slobber was only going to make things even MORE worse! And GOOD GODS! He’ll never be truly ready for that!
And again, just as fast as it started…the tongue slipped back into the bulette’s mouth again. Frost gasped and heaved heavily, doing all he can to replenish the oxygen and energy he had lost. He was absolutely WIPED…
“Aha…Ahare you…d-done?” Frost asked.
The bulette only let out a low grunt in response. Frost didn’t know what this low grunt meant. Did it mean ‘yes’? Or ‘no’? Or maybe ‘I don’t know’? Frost had no clue. And even if he wanted to, Frost can’t properly figure out what the bulette’s thinking without risking offending it. So he had to rely on the creature’s grunts and actions for now.
“H-Hello?” Frost spoke up. “C-Can someone help?” He called out, sounding slightly desperate, and super tired.
But no one answered. Was the tavern hall empty? Did…Did Frost get abandoned in the tavern with a giant, hungry Bulette?! Talk about betrayal!
But Frost’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt the bulette’s nose sniffing down. Oh gods…where’s that nose heading?! Frost was growing super scared now. What was the bulette planning? What was it seeking out?! Why does it keep licking him to a pulp?! He’s gonna look like a drenched rat by the end of this!
Thankfully, the bulette’s nose seemed to stop at his lower femur bones. But…usually when the nose stops sniffing…that’s when the tongue starts licking! Oh GODS! And right as he predicted, that dreaded tongue fell out of its mouth and started licking up the front of his right leg. And this didn’t just tickle…this DESTROYED HIM! Due to how long the bulette’s tongue was, it was unintentionally licking his inner thigh too! Which, if you weren’t aware, was one of Frost’s most ticklish spots on his body!
“FAAAAHAHAHACK! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” Frost completely lost it with laughter. Every long lick sent pulses of electricity through his body! The laughter was silent, if not hysterical! He probably sounded like a madman by this point! Cause he certainly didn’t sound like Frost anymore!
Not only that, but Frost’s body had gotten a newfound wave of energy, and was now wiggling like an absolute maniac! He was trying everything, and I mean anything to try and get himself out of this bulette’s grip! It was driving him absolutely wild! And he was certain of his fate: Frost just might die of laughter! Or, from asphyxiation from lack of oxygen! He had never, and I mean NEVER been tickled this much in his life!
And then his second thigh was licked to a pulp! Each new spot made new shock waves fill his body and new forms of wild laughter leave his poor, aching lungs. He couldn’t even shout protests, curses or pleads anymore! All he could do was scream and laugh. And boy oh boy, was he nailing that part!
“HAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEEEHEEHEHEHEE! GAHAHAHAHA!” Frost cackled and laughed, shaking his head. “PLEHEHEHEHEEEEE!” Frost begged helplessly as the wild tongue made itself around the back of his thighs. The poor man’s face was REALLY starting to hurt and cramp from all the smiling he was doing. His ribs were getting pretty sore too. It was getting to be way too much for him…
Thankfully for Frost, things would calm down momentarily…Cause only a couple seconds after, the bulette’s evil tongue moved itself down past his knees, and down to his lower legs. Frost finally felt like he could properly breathe! He took in as deep of a breath as he could, determined to calm himself down. The feeling of breathing felt amazing…like the warm sun heating you up after being drenched in water. The chance to breathe and calm down felt like pure bliss…
Well…It would’ve felt like pure bliss, if it weren’t for the unbelievably intense tickles he felt against his foot. Poor Frost didn’t even know that the bulette was going for his feet at first! So naturally, Frost had gasped and shrieked.
Fearing the absolute worst, Frost immediately covered his mouth with his hand. He stared at the bulette with helpless fear, knowing his worst spot was about to be licked to pieces. And Frost KNEW he was NEVER going to be able to stop it! He would just have to take it!
Frost watched as the blasted tongue fell out of its gaping mouth, and completely engulfed his underfoot with the lick of a slippery, brush-like tongue. And Frost SCREAMED as he pulled his foot away! But that stupid tongue kept getting closer and closer to Frost’s feet! The most wild part was that Frost was still wearing his shoes! The bulette hadn’t even removed his socks and shoes yet! So Frost was screaming from how ticklish it was WITH HIS FEET STILL COVERED!
“FAAAAHAHAHAHAAA! NoNONOOOOHOOOHOHOHOHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Frost was absolutely losing it with laughter. His laugh sounded so hysterical, it almost sounded like a witch’s cackle! In most situations, people would’ve heard it and laughed. But because they were in a tavern with a super dangerous bulette, there was no laughter filling the room besides Frost’s booming, shrieking laughter.
The bulette’s rough tongue was going from his lower heels, to the tips of his toes. And GOOD LORD, HE WAS LOSING IT! “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEEEEHEHEHEEEEEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Frost was barely able to make words at this point. Frost was just about dying of laughter. His feet were the absolute WORST ticklish spot on his person! Though the shoes helped with dumbing down the ticklishness, it only dumbed it down a slight bit! So Frost was still LOSING IT with laughter!
Frost’s cheeks and jaw were sore by this point! He had gone limp about 10 minutes earlier, due to having no more energy to wiggle around. So the bulette didn’t even have to keep his legs down with its paws to properly groom him. Though, the bulette still did it, because of Frost’s occasional twitches.
It was all too much! He couldn’t take it! Is this how he’s gonna die?! Is Frost gonna die from laughter?! WHO DIES OF LAUGHTER?! OF ALL THE WAYS TO DIE!
And then, right as Frost felt like he was gonna asphyxiate…The tickling stopped! Frost gasped for breath and laid his head onto the booth seat. Holy shit…He was exhausted. He felt like he was gonna fall asleep right then and there. Every breath felt like heaven and hell at once. While the breath felt great in his lungs, his body was screaming for more and more oxygen! So, he kept breathing and heaving.
The bulette just watched him with this blank stare…And Frost could see it. The bulette looked…curious? It didn’t look murderous, like the books he had read made him believe. He looked curious…in an almost puppy-like way.
Frost took in a couple more breaths in an attempt to speak. “H…Hello…H-How…How are you?” Frost asked.
The bulette leaned forward, and sniffed him with its twitchy nose. Still nervous, Frost tensed up in case the bulette still planned on eating him. But again, to his surprise, the bulette gently licked his cheek again. Frost opened his eyes, and looked at the bulette, who was licking its own wide lips.
“You’re…” Frost stared at the bulette. “You’re not gonna…” Frost started to ask.
The bulette let out a huff through its nose, filling Frost’s face with a puff of air for a moment. And then, the bulette did something incredible:
It rested its head onto Frost’s chest! Exactly like a cuddling dog would!
“Oh wow…” Frost muttered, staring at the giant bulette as it laid against him. For its side, the bulette was surprisingly lightweight. Maybe the bulette is being careful not to crush him?
“Are you…sparing me?” Frost asked very carefully.
The bulette licked its lips and looked up at Frost with those infamous puppy eyes.
Frost was shocked. He NEVER would’ve imagined a bulette to spare him! Frost immediately knew he needed to repay the bulette! But how?
Frost placed his fingers onto his own forehead. “How can I repay you?” Frost asked in its mind.
The bulette nuzzled its nose into his chest slightly as its deep voice filled Frost’s mind.
“P e t m e .” The bulette spoke to him.
Frost widened his eyes. I’m sorry, what?! He wanted Frost to…Pet him?! Frost very carefully lifted his hand up, and laid it onto the bulette’s fur. Surprisingly, the bulette’s fur was super soft! Like, more soft than he ever would’ve expected! It…felt really nice. Slowly, Frost started to pet the giant bulette’s head.
And oh gosh…The bulette closed its eyes and actually snuggled into his chest! Frost thought he was losing it. Was this bulette acting…kinda cute?! And nearby, Frost could hear gasps of surprise, as well as…a single happy coo from a little kid. Frost was speechless. He NEVER imagined himself to be the subject of a bulette’s love. This thing was ginormous. And it was…being really kind to him. Not only was it sparing his life, but it was asking Frost for pets.
“So…What’s your name, big fella?” Frost asked.
The bulette visibly smiled a bit. “M y n a m e i s H o l l o w .” The bulette spoke in his head calmly.
Frost smiled as he continued to pet the creature. “Hollow…Hollow the Bulette.” Frost mumbled aloud, showing a smile of his own. “I love it.”
While walking through the feywild, the group find a collection of fruit trees and bushes. While collecting some to put in their inventory, they all snack on some. Unluckily for Frost, his love for raspberries makes him try a fey-raspberry with a rather amusing fey curse.
Once again, more Legends of Avantris. And cause I like to make the stoic laugh, more Frost! Hope you all enjoy!
The group were traveling through the feywild, admiring all the different plants and animals. The Feywild had already proven to be quite a beautiful place, which only enhanced their experience walking through it.
“What’s that?” Gricko asked, pointing to the dog-like creature in the distance.
Twig narrowed her eyes and adjusted her glasses, before gasping. “Oh! It’s a blink dog!” She reacted. “I’ve come across them before. They’re quite nice if we don’t try to hurt it in any way.” Twig told them.
“Why are they called ‘blink dogs’?” Kremy asked.
“Because they’re able to blink in and out of existence.” She told them. “That makes them really hard to spot sometimes, and really hard to attack.” She told them.
“Oh…” Gideon looked at it, and watched as the blink dog just…disappeared. “Holy-” Gideon reacted.
“There it is!” Kremy pointed to a spot a few feet away and sure enough, the blink dog was there!
“Wooow!” Torbek reacted.
“That’s crazy!” Gideon exclaimed with shock.
Frost looked around him, and noticed they were passing by several big bushes. “Hold on…” Frost stopped the team and pointed to the bushes. “We should stock up on some food.” He told them.
“Huh?” Twig turned to look at Frost. “Oh!” She walked up to the bushes. “You have a good point! Everyone:” She called, getting everyone’s attention. “Rule #1 about Feywild vegetation: You gotta make sure you understand what you’re eating before you eat it.” She told them.
“What happens if we don’t?” Kremy asked.
“You could risk getting poisoned, paralyzed, or cursed.” She replied. “For example, these good berries will make you better, while these pangi’s will poison you.” She explained. “But raspberries, heart’s fruit, banana’s, brambleberries-” She pointed to the different trees and plants. “Those are all good.” She said.
“Do they all have some sort of fey magic on them?” Gideon asked.
“Yes, they do. But the fruits I pointed out have good magic.” She told them.
Torbek walked up to the brambleberry bush, and tried one. “Mmmm! Torbek finds these really tasty!” He reacted, grabbing another berry. “Torbek loves these!”
Twig turned to look at Torbek, and giggled. “Careful, Torbek~! Brambleberries are addictive. Once you have one, it’s really hard to stop eating them.” Twig warned.
Torbek looked up from the bush, his face covered in berry juice. “Huh?” He muttered, making Twig laugh.
Kremy smiled and gave the heart’s fruit a little try. He took a bite of it, and smiled. “Whohoa!” He took another bite and started to do a little dance on the spot. “This is amazing!”
Gideon laughed a bit and pointed to Kremy. “Why the dance, man?” He asked.
“It just tastes that good, Gid!” Kremy reacted, making Gideon laugh.
Twig laughed. “Heart’s fruit is supposed to amplify your emotions. Since Kremy felt happy, the fruit made him feel even MORE happy!” Twig described.
“Oooooh…” Kremy laughed. “That makes a lot more sense!”
Frost smiled at his friends before looking towards the raspberry bush. He hadn’t had a wild raspberry since being in Yulong, and he really wanted to experience that nostalgic feeling. He picked one and popped it in his mouth…and OH MY GODS! It was EXACTLY like the ones back home! Frost picked another one, and popped it in his mouth. Loving the taste, he picked 3 more berries and popped them in! He picked 3 more, and ate them!
“Hey Frost?” Someone suddenly spoke up beside him.
“aAH-” Frost turned towards the sound. “Oh…Hello Twig.” He said before eating 4 more berries.
“How are they?” She asked.
Frost took a moment to swallow before answering. “They’re really, really good.” Frost admitted. “I forgot how much I liked these, actually.” Frost said, laughing awkwardly.
“How many did you have?” She asked with a rather smug look.
Frost thought for a moment, counting on his fingers. “I think I had…Hehe- Sorry.” Frost cleared his throat. “Eight…nine, ten, eleheheven-” Frost’s smile started to laugh a little bit. “Sohorry, Ihi-”
“No no, it’s fine. You had eleven of those berries?” She asked, the smug face just growing.
“Ihihi- Ohoho myhy gohohods!” Frost covered his mouth, trying to stop the laughter.
“No no, don’t try and stop it.” Twig told him, gently removing his paw. “Just let it out, giggles.” She teased gently.
“Who is that?” Kremy asked, turning to look at Frost. “Wait- Is that Frost?!”
“I think so?” Gideon responded.
“Whahat ihihis happenihihing?!” Frost asked.
“What do you think, silly?” She asked.
“Ihihihi- Hehehehe- HahahaHA!” Frost grabbed his stomach and doubled over slightly. ““Ihihit feeheels strahahange! Ihihihi cahahan’t stahahap ihihit!” Frost kept laughing.
“What’s going on with him?” Kremy asked.
“Raspberries have no effect in the normal world.” She started. “But in the feywild…” She winked. “They make you giggle and laugh.” She explained. “Each raspberry gives you 2 minutes of laughter.” She told him.
“Oh no…And if Torbek’s math is correct…” Torbek counted again. “Then Frost will be laughing for 22 minutes.” He explained.
“Exactly!” Twig reacted.
Gricko widened his eyes. “Oooooh!” He waved his finger at Twig with a little giggle of his own. “I get it now!” Gricko walked right up to Frost with his arms crossed. “I think someone forgot about the other meaning for ‘raspberries’.” Gricko teased before tickling his side.
“Ihihit- HahahaHAHAHA!” Frost felt his body hit the ground. “Ohohow-” Frost gasped and let out a mew-like squeal as his belly was scratched. “GRIHIHICKO NOHOHO!” Frost shouted.
“What? I’m just tickling you.” Gricko teased.
“WEHEHELL STOHOP IHIHIhihit!” Frost tried to order.
“Nice try, Frosty.” Gricko smirked as he looked up at the others. “But I’m gonna stop tickling the moment you stop laughing.” Gricko declared.
“Shihit man!” Gideon collected a bunch of the berries and put them into his bag. “I’m gonna keep these for later.” He said somewhat quietly.
“Are you sure he ate 11 of those berries?” Kremy asked, looking at the berry bush.
“Nope.” Twig replied rather abruptly. “He just started laughing before he could answer me.” Twig added.
Kremy laughed. “Oho no!” He clapped his hands. “So he might be laughing for 30 minutes!”
“Or maybe an hooourrr.” Torbek said.
Gideon looked at the berry bush, and counted the now-empty bunch of branches. “-7, 8, 9, 10…” He lowered his voice for a moment. “There’s 12 branches here that are missin’ berries.” Gideon told them.
“12?” Kremy asked.
“Yeah. See?” Gideon pointed to the berry bush. “So what’s 12 multiplied by 2?” Gideon asked.
“That’d be 24.” Twig replied.
“Okay. So 24 minutes.” Gideon replied.
“OHOHO NOHOHOHO! COHOME OHOHON!” Frost yelled, rolling over to hide his face and sides.
“Haha! Like that’s gonna stop me…” Gricko smirked and sat on his lower leg to stabilize it. Then, Gricko dragged a single finger from the bottom of his top leg, right down the kneepit.
“WaitwaitfuckFUCK- Grihicko- NAHAhahahaha!” Frost squeaked. “NOhohohohoooo!” Frost tried to tug on his legs, but didn’t have any strength to get out. “Nononohoho-Thisisn’tfahahahahair!” Frost whined. The poor tabaxi was just stuck there, being tickled like there’s no tomorrow!
“Wait, that’s a tickle spot?!” Gideon reacted.
“I don’t know.” Gricko gave Gideon a smug face as he stopped tickling to let Frost calm down…only for him to tickle his knee again, making Frost squeal and let out a high-pitched giggle. “You tell me.” Gricko teased.
“Alright, drop the attitude and let me try.” Gideon ordered.
“SHIT-NO!” Frost squawked and tried to sit himself up. “GIDEON!”
The fire genasi just scratched 2 fingers on the back of Frost’s left knee. “Yeah?” He replied.
Frost squealed and fell back to the ground. “SHIHIhihihit!” Frost hung his head and laughed. “Dahahahammihihihit!”
“You called me, so I assume you want me for something.” Gideon told him.
“Hahahaha- Cohohohome ohohon!” Frost laughed.
“Oh! Torbek thinks Frost might want a few more tickles!” Torbek spoke up.
“You know what? I think Torbek has a point!” Gricko fluttered 3 of his fingers on the other, untouched kneepit. “Coochy coochy coo, Frosty~” Gricko teased.
And so…Frost’s nostalgic love for raspberries was quickly overshadowed by tickly laughter and A LOT of teasing. Maybe one day Frost will be able to enjoy a nice, good laugh in peace.
The group have just finished riding Pinecone the Pug while spending time in Pixie Kingdom. But being a disproportionately small tabaxi, Frost is really nervous and overwhelmed by being towered by a pug puppy. Seeing this, Pinecone goes out of his way to make him happy. And it works! But...not in the way you'd think...
This fanfic takes place in a slightly different reality where Gideon doesn't get thrown off Pinecone between episodes 11 and 12 of Once Upon a Witchlight. I thought Frost and Pinecone could use a little more time together...and then it went a little off the rails...But you know what? It's all in good fun.
I hope you all enjoy!
Being in Pixie Kingdom felt unusual. Frost was still not used to being so small. And though riding a pug like it’s a rollercoaster ride would be fun to most, it was still quite overwhelming for Frost.
Now, Frost could conclude that this fear is due to the size difference. Usually pugs in their infancy would be really tiny compared to the taller, more broad-shouldered Frost…To the point that Frost could almost hold it in his own paws. But because he was now pixie-sized, this made the infant pug unusually large and almost dragon-like. It scared Frost a lot, especially at first due to how small he now felt compared to the pug. Not only that, but he knew that any sort of puppy can act somewhat unpredictable. With Frost being a tabaxi, and therefore cat-like, he had no clue how Pinecone would react to Frost. And though Pinecone had tried to be really kind to Frost before he hopped on, This kindness had resulted in Frost being covered in dog slobber.
After the ride, everyone got out of their seats and jumped back onto the ground. “That was so fun!” Kremy reacted, turning to face the pug. “What a good little pugicorn.” He started to pet the top of its nose, laughing a bit as he felt the pug’s wrinkly nose nuzzle him a little.
Gideon hopped off, and wiped some pug fur off his clothes. “I’d love to go again after the spinning stops.” He admitted.
“You need a seat, Gid?” Kremy asked.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll be okay- HEY!” Gideon covered his eyes with his arm as dog slobber flew into their direction.
As it would turn out, Frost had wobbled himself off the ride and shook himself off in typical tabaxi-fashion. Unfortunately, some of the dog slobber had flown into Kremy and Gideon’s direction. Gideon quickly covered up Kremy’s backside to save his purple jacket.
“What happened? Did he just get dog slobber on my coat?” Kremy asked.
Gideon backed up slightly and looked at the coat. “Uhhh…There’s only a couple drops. But other than that, you’re good.” Gideon replied, dusting off the slight wet spot of slobber.
“Okay, good.”Kremy muttered, relief filling his tone.
Gideon turned to Frost. “Watch where you’re shaking yourself off, man!”
Frost fixed his head fur and adjusted his hood, feeling somewhat distasteful at the dog smell that now permeated his clothes and fur. He felt soggy in a way no cat should ever feel. “Sorry, guys.”
“Frosty!” Frost heard from behind him as he felt an elbow against his side. “Wasn’t that fun?!” He asked.
“Please don’t.” Frost ordered.
“And Pinecone came to give ya something~” Gricko teased as the large puppy walked closer to Frost.
“HeyHEY NO-” Frost winced as he felt a big wet kiss against the side of his face. Frost groaned and shook off his face. “I’m gonna need a shower after this…” Frost muttered as he walked away.
“Wait wait…” Gricko looked to Pinecone, before looking at Frost. “Where are you going? Aren’t you gonna give Pinecone some love?” Gricko asked.
“I-I’m good.” Frost shook his head, looking away.
“What?” Gricko looked at Kremy and Gideon. “You’re not gonna?” He asked in his high-pitched voice. “But why?” He asked him next.
“Cause I’m…I’m not a dog person, Gricko.” He admitted. “I didn’t want to mention it before, but I believe I made it quite evident before the ride.” Frost told him.
“But…” Gricko looked up at Pinecone, who had tilted his head at Frost’s words. “But I don’t understand. Pinecone seems to really like you.” Gricko admitted.
Frost shook his head. “I know he does, but that doesn’t-” Frost looked down and widened his eyes. “…m-mean…” His words trailed off when he noticed the growing shadow.
Gideon looked up at the creature, and over to Frost with slight nervousness. “Frost…I don’t mean to alarm you…buuuuuut-”
“He’s right behind me…isn’t he…” Frost muttered, visibly nervous.
“He is…” Gideon confirmed.
Frost slowly turned himself around to face the pug. “H-Hello PinecooOOHGOD-” He widened his eyes when he was able to see just how close Pinecone was to him. There were almost no feet between them. That was how close Pinecone was. “Eeeeasy Pinecone…Easy…” He mumbled, chuckling awkwardly. He slowly raised his hands up to protect himself as he shuffled himself around the pug.
But every single movement that Frost would do, always seemed to make Pinecone follow him. Not only that, but Frost didn’t even realize he was scooting himself closer to the arena they were just in.
All Frost knew was that Pinecone was getting closer and closer by the second. “P-Pinecone?” Frost asked.
Frost’s entire body froze like a deer in headlights as Pinecone’s mouth opened to reveal his big slobbery tongue. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, fully expecting another slobber-filled kiss.
But to his surprise, the puppy had immediately closed his mouth and started nuzzling him with his nose. That little purring sound Pinecone had made before the ride, had come back to try and calm Frost down once again.
Frost started trying to gently push the pug’s big black nose away from his chin. “Okay, okay. Just take it easy.” Frost told the pug. He jumped slightly when he felt his tongue give the littlest of licks against his chin.
“Aww, that looked more like a mini lick.” Gideon reacted.
“You look really nervous…But he seems to really like you!” Bixie mentioned. “Why don’t you try laying down? He’ll be a lot more gentle if you do.” Bixie told him.
“Uuuh…” Frost looked nervous. He slowly laid himself down onto the ground of the arena, hoping she was right. “Like this?” He asked.
“Well, sit yourself up, at least.” Bixie reacted. After Frost did this, Bixie smiled brightly. “Alright! Now:” Bixie walked up to Pinecone and whispered something into his ear in her spoken language. In an instant, Pinecone laid himself down and started sniffing Frost’s face.
“oOH- okay. Hi, Pinecone.” He responded, chuckling awkwardly.
“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of!” Gricko told him.
“He seems harmless.” Kremy mentioned.
“Yeah! He just wants to get to know you!” Gricko added.
“I know that, but-” Frost paused his words as he watched Pinecone desperately push his hood off his head.
“I guess he really wants your hood off.” Kremy responded.
“Does he?” Frost looked up at Bixie. “Should I remove it?” Frost asked.
“Sure! Well, unless you want Pinecone to keep pushing at your hood.” Bixie added.
Frost nodded and slowly removed his hood. “There you go.” Frost said.
Almost immediately, the pug’s eyes seemed to light up. It was like Frost did a magic trick on him! This was immediately evident in the tippy-taps of his front paws.
“Whoa! Okay, you got really happy all of a sudden.” Frost reacted.
And just like that, Pinecone started nuzzling against his chest and stomach.
“aaAAH! Pinecone! Pinecone, no! Pinecone!” Frost jumped and felt his fur fluff up as the pug’s wet nose shoved itself into his neck. “Pinecone hohold ohon-” Frost tried and failed to push his desperate little nose away from his neck. But this was super difficult considering the size difference.
“Awww! He’s trying to shower you in kisses!” Gricko reacted.
“Pinecone! No kisses! Nohoho!” Frost tried to yell back.
“Awwww!” Bixie giggled a little. “I think Frost is starting to like it~” Bixie teased as bouts of laughter could be heard erupting from Frost’s mouth.
“Pihinecone plehease! this is getting to behe- Hahahaha! Aha bit much!” He tried to tell him.
Gideon was thrown a little off guard by the unusual sound. “Wait…Why’s he laughing?” He asked.
Kremy shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. Maybe he thinks Pinecone’s reactions are funny?” He guessed. “Does it look like he’s having fun?” He asked.
“Awwwww, that’s adorable! Look at you two getting along!” Gricko reacted.
“Grihihicko shuhut it!” Frost shot back. “Gehehet him ohohoff!” Frost’s laughter was changing from being jumpy and sporadic, to being bubbly and joyous.
Gideon narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm…” Gideon walked himself around to get a better angle of Frost and Pinecone. Not able to get a very good angle from above, Gideon kneeled himself down and looked at Frost and the pug from below.
“Hahahahaha! Hahahaha- Stahahap!” Frost was kicking his feet and switching between pushing Pinecone’s nose away, and covering his neck. “J-Juhust- HAhahahahaha!” He threw his head back, unintentionally giving Pinecone more room to nuzzle under his chin. This made Frost squeal and curl his neck in. But no matter how much he tried to hide the spot, Pinecone was still able to reach it.
Gideon raised his eyebrows as a little smile grew on his face. “Well I’ll be damned!” He got up onto his feet. “I think Pinecone’s ticklin’ him!” He reacted.
“Ya know, I suspected that, but I didn’t wanna jinx it!” Bixie teased.
“Awwww! That’s so cute!” Gricko reacted.
By now, Pinecone had begun moving his nose away from his neck. It was likely that Pinecone was finding it difficult to keep going for Frost’s neck. With his neck now free, Frost began to slowly calm down. “Hehe…heh…jeeheeheez…” He covered his mouth, attempting to cover up the rest of his giggly laughter.
“Uhh…” Kremy started to speak up, but was interrupted by a little yappy bark from the disproportionately large pug. “I don’t think Pinecone’s done yet.” He admitted.
Frost widened his eyes, sensing the worst. “Kremy, what is-” Frost’s words turned into a slow gasp as he felt a large, quick lick against his right ear. And HOLY MOTHER OF GODS, the shriek that left Frost’s mouth! It was almost a guffaw, mixed with a cat-like squeal.
That simple shriek was enough to leave the entire group speechless.
And then it took the group another second…to realize that Frost was now attempting to hide his ears as squeaky giggles escaped from his mouth! His squeaks were…almost childish! And his giggles were very out-of-character for Frost. And yet at the same time…the sound matched Frost perfectly! Not only that, but every little sporadic movement Frost would make, would only tickle his ears even more! There seemed to be absolutely no way for a pixie-sized tabaxi to win a play-fight against a giant puppy pug.
Gideon looked absolutely shocked! He had no idea Frost was even capable of making such a squeal! And those giggles?! Is this pixie dust making him hallucinate?! FInally, Gideon doubled over and bursted out in wheezy, glorious laughter of his own. Oh my god, this whole situation was just hysterical to him! And he immediately swore to himself that he would NEVER let Frost live this moment down!
Gricko threw his own head back and bursted out in wild cackles of his own! “OH MY GODS, FROST!” Gricko squeezed his eyes as he let out yet another long laugh. This was GLORIOUS! Who knew! Who knew Frost was even capable of such a wild sound!
While the other buffoons were laughing their lungs out, Kremy was still mostly left in shock. But when he felt a laugh filling his throat, Kremy quickly covered his mouth to stop it in its tracks. Though Frost’s laugh (and the others’ laughter) was great to hear, he didn’t want to hurt Frost’s feelings by laughing at him as well. And as the leader of the group, he felt it was his personal responsibility to keep himself together and hold back his laughter to save what’s left of Frost’s dignity.
Despite the sheer volume of Frost’s friends, Pinecone looked to be having the most fun out of all of them. The pug looked absolutely ecstatic to be making Frost laugh like this. Laughter means happiness, right? He hasn’t been told otherwise, so...
And then there was Frost himself. This man was a wiggly, cackly mess. Of all the spots to go for…why did it have to be his ears?! Usually in kittens, the ears are more of a comfort spot…or rather, a melt spot if you will. But for Frost, his ears seemed to have developed a large amount of nerve endings. And even though he appreciated the dopamine rush, this overwhelming feeling was getting to be a little too much for the Tabaxi.
And thankfully, it looked like Bixie was noticing this. “Okay Pinecone, I think that’s enough.” Bixie finally spoke up. She whispered the same words into Pinecone’s ear in her familiar faerie language, so Pinecone could understand the command.
In a few moments, Pinecone halted his licking and backed up so Frost could have some space. Seeing that he may have hurt him, Pinecone let out a few little whimpers that expressed guilt and worry for the cat.
Gideon looked up at Pinecone. “I know, pooch. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll check on him.” Gideon knelt down to Frost’s side. “You okay, Frost?” he asked.
Frost was breathing somewhat heavily from laughing so hard earlier. He was tired, but relatively okay all things considered. “Y-Yeah…I’m good.” Frost took Gideon’s hand and got pulled back onto his feet. “Goodness…I know puppies are playful, but…” He smiled a bit. “To say Pinecone’s size helped him, is a fairly big understatement.” Frost admitted.
“I’ll say…” Gideon scratched Frost’s right ear, just to see what would happen.
And just as he predicted, Frost let out a cat-like yelp and curled his neck in. “AH- G-Gideon!” Frost leaned his head back slightly as giggles overcame him. “Plehease dohohon’t! Nohot you tohohohoo!” He reached up to try and get his fingers away.
“Huh…” Gideon stopped the scratching. “So that one’s pretty ticklish. But…” Gideon moved his fingers to the other ear and started scratching there. “Is this one worse?” He asked.
Frost threw his head back, and wiggled his ears in an attempt to get his fingers off. “Stahahap!” Frost wiggled his ears. “Cohohome ohohon!” Frost almost whined, trying to run away from him.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gideon wrapped his left arm around Frost, and resumed scratching his ears.
“eeEEEK! NONONODAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAhahahahaha!” Frost squealed, before falling into a fit of cackles.
“I Gotta say, Pinecone found some gold right there.” Kremy admitted.
“Hell yeah, he did…And I’m gonna keep diggin’ till I find more.” Gideon declared.
Frost’s laughter seemed to soften a little bit the moment Gideon’s nails scratched at the side of his ear. “GIHIhihidee- Hahaha! D-dohohohon’t!” Frost yelled out, trying and failing to wiggle out of his grip.
“Don’t what?” Gideon asked.
“Tickle mehehehehee!” Frost yelled back.
“You sure about that?” Gideon asked with a smirk.
“Yehehehess! What dohoho yohou thihihihink?!” Frost yelled back.
“Damn, dude! Watch the attitude!” Gideon looked at Frost from the side. “If ya wanted to be tickled so badly, ya could’ve just asked nicely.”
“Whahahat-?” Frost gasped and doubled over as Gideon’s fingers dug into his sides. Laughter exploded from Frost’s mouth as he wiggled around and gripped his hands. “GIDEON STAHAHAHAP- That’s NOT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!” He yelled.
“Holy smokes!” Kremy reacted.
“AHAAHAA! I LOVE THIS!” Gricko reacted, holding his stomach.
“WHAHAT PART OF DOHOHON’T TIHICKLE MEHEHEHE DOHON’T YOU UNDERSTAHAHAHAND?!” Frost shouted at them.
Gideon snickered. “Last I recall, you said ‘tickle me’, not ‘don’t tickle me’.” He told him.
“SHUHUHUT UHUP!” Frost yelled back.
“You should’ve realized what you were saying before you said it.” Kremy said, walking up to Gideon. “Mind if I help?” He asked.
“Go ahead!” Gideon replied.
“NO, NO, KREMYNO!” The moment the poor Tabaxi’s hip was squeezed by Kremy, it was all over. Frost had thrown his head back with a long, quiet wheeze before being overcome with cackles…A long fit of cackles.
But Kremy somewhat ignored these cackles…as some other sound managed to catch his attention. “Whoa…” Kremy looked up at Gideon as he placed his hand on Frost’s shoulder. He could feel something…unusual. “You feeling that?” Kremy asked.
“Yeah, I am.” Gideon felt for the feeling again…And sure enough, he could feel the vibrations.
“He’s…vibrating?” Kremy asked.
Gideon smirked. “I think the word you’re looking for is purring.” Gideon explained, recognizing the distinctual vibrations.
Frost covered his mouth as his mouth started to let out little bits of purrs in between the laughter. But no matter how much he tried to hide it, it was mainly the physical vibrations throughout his body that was the main giveaway.
Gideon was shocked, to say the least. He couldn’t believe it! Was Frost loving this? He had to be! But to be absolutely sure, Gideon looked over at Gricko. “Hey Gricko!” Gideon called.
Gricko sat himself up. “Yeah?”
“Has Frost ever purred for you before?” Gideon asked.
Gricko widened his eyes and ran up to Frost. “Yeah, he has!”
“Grihihicko dohohon’t!” Frost was doing all he could to cover his face and snout. But with his face covered, Frost wasn’t able to hide his ticklish spots from Gricko. And let’s just say…Gricko most certainly knew all of Frost’s ticklish spots.
“Let’s see…” Gricko muttered to himself. He placed his hand onto Frost’s chest, and immediately felt the purrs. “Yup! He’s purring alright!” He replied proudly. “And if I remember this correctly…” Gricko started to mutter to himself as he scratched his finger around his upper neck.
“NAHA! Grihihicko-” Frost squeezed his eyes shut and braced for impact. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew there was no way to stop him.
“One of these spots will make him…” Gricko gasped slightly as he heard the sound. “There we go!” Gricko replied.
Gideon dropped his jaw as he heard it: A…whimper? A chirping sound? Wait…what was it?! And why in the hell was it so cute?!
“He’s chirping like a birdy!” Gricko reacted, making it happen again with a few more scratches.
Gideon slowly let go of Frost. “Oh my god…”
“Isn’t it cute?!” Gricko reacted.
“I’ve never heard that sound before!” Kremy reacted.
“Frost told me that tabaxis make the sound when they see birds or rodents.” Gricko giggled. “But just a little scritchy-scritchy on his neck right here…” Gricko smirked as the chirping sound left Frost’s mouth. “Will make him chatter!” He explained.
“It is, but…I think he needs to breathe.” Gideon admitted.
“Alright, alright. You’re right.” Gricko removed his fingers and gave Frost some space. “There ya go.”
Frost had gone almost completely limp in Gideon’s arms. Not wanting Frost to fall onto the ground again, Gideon placed Frost onto a bench nearby. “Alright, I promise I’ll actually help you now.” He told him as he sat down beside him. “You still okay?”
Frost let out some huffs of breath. “When…When I’m better…*huff, huff*...I’m gonna…get my revenge…On both of you…” Frost warned, pointing one finger each towards Gideon and Gricko.
Now, Gricko wasn’t threatened by Frost’s warning. And you’d think that Gideon wouldn’t be bothered by the threat either. But…considering this was a threat from Frost of all people, Gideon had zero problem treating his words as a genuine threat. If there was going to be revenge from Frost, it will happen...and it’s likely going to happen very, very soon…
