[ID: three pictures, the first is a photo is of a military dog tag, the second is of Logan Howlett from X2, the third is of someone pouring alcohol into a glass. /.End ID]
Logan Howlett x male reader
Warnings: Snow storm, Canadian weather written by an American southern, hypothermia, probably inaccurate descriptions of hypothermia, bad flirting by someone who nearly froze to death.
Summary: You, a teleporter mutant still getting a hang of your powers, accidentally teleport yourself to several places before making it back to Logan in the Canadian wilderness, one of those places just happened to be the middle of a lake.
Whumptober prompt no. 18: Environmental whump
Notes: This isn't set during a certain movie or between any tbh but it is generally supposed to be a the original X-Men trilogy Logan, instead of First Class quadrilogy Logan. That being said this Logan acts more like he does AFTER the first X-Men movie, so post saving Rogue, as well as having Scott's bike which he steals at the end of X-Men (2000). I'm not deep in the special interest you're deep in the special interest.
Title is a lyric from Don't Try by Gerard Way
Word count: 2091
"Logan... I'm cold," your voice was barely a whisper, cutting out amongst the snowy landscape.
He turned to look at you, his arm heavy on your shoulder as you held your own arms in a desperate attempt to keep hold of some body heat. The sigh he let out was visible in the frozen cold air.
Your powers had gotten erratic as of late; it had been a real pain in your ass. Today you teleported to seven random places before you ran out of energy. First was the Golden Gate Bridge, where you nearly got run over; the middle of a military camp, where you nearly got shot; a random person's house; in the air over a field; Professor Xavier's school; the middle of a lake; then back here in the middle of freezing fucking cold Canada with Logan.
Now you were soaked to the bone, your winter coat and boots waterlogged. Logan had said that going out in nature always helped his mind be more quiet, something you desperately needed at the moment. That plan seemed stupid now in hindsight.
Logan had lost Scott's motorcycle in the chaos of trying to figure out where you were. Unlucky for the both of you, your powers had decided to teleport you to him instead of the motorcycle. Not that you would've left him in this snowstorm even if you had.
The two of you had been trying to find it for hours now, and with your soaked clothes and the snowstorm going on, things weren't looking great.
Despite not being very good at it, he tried his best to comfort you: "It's gonna be okay. We're gonna find my ride, and we'll be out of here. There's a town that's a thirty-minute drive from where I parked; I'll get us there." You couldn't help the half laugh, half breath that escaped you when Logan referred to Scott's motorcycle as his.
Your teeth had long since started chattering; it was the only thing you could hear besides the sound of wind howling and breathing. It was getting harder to keep your eyes open; every part of your body was exhausted, and every step felt like walking through drying concrete. Once you nearly stumbled, it was the breaking point; you couldn't walk like this any longer.
"Can we take a break?" Though he stopped walking, Logan grunted and stared at you with worry.
"If we stop now we might not make it." The worry in his voice was palpable; you could tell he was getting anxious about your health and how you'd make it out of this.
Logan sighed before picking you up bridal style, holding you close to his chest. You laid your head onto him, letting your eyes drift closed for a few minutes.
"Don't close your eyes." Logan's gruff voice slightly started you awake, only bothering to open your eyes a crack.
"bu' 'm s'tired..." Your speech was melding together, creating a barely intelligible sentence you hoped Logan could understand.
"Yeah, well, you can get some sleep once we're in a warm hotel room and not in the middle of a snowstorm, kid." He continued trudging through the snow, seemingly unbothered by your still damp clothes seeping water into his jacket. You groaned loudly, showing your displeasure by throwing your head back. It had Logan huffing a laugh out of his nose; it would be more entertaining if the possibility of you dying wasn't looming over his head.
Finally he caught a glimpse of silver amongst the white snow. Carefully he started sprinting, trying not to jostle you too much on the way over. There was the bike, sitting exactly where he had stopped on the side of the nearly completely snowed-over road. Shit. More snow had fallen since the two of you used the bike.
You blearily noticed this, processing it slowly while Logan tried to figure out a plan. "Mor' snow..."
With a huff he set you on the bike, sitting down in front of you and instructing you to hold on. You barely had the energy to do so, not to mention your hands starting to become numb, but you tried your best anyway. The hunch in his back as he tried to start the motorcycle told you everything. It sputtered and roared, but the engine didn't fully turn on. A few curses fell from Logan's lips as he hit the poor thing. It was too cold; the battery was probably frozen, and the oil was too thick. That meant you were shit out of luck for using the motorcycle to get to the next town over. Which meant the two of you had just spent over an hour trying to find it when you could've been trying to get to the town closest to you.
Logan groaned loudly. "Change of plans. I'm gonna carry you to town." He pulled the keys out of the motorcycle and stuffed them back into his pocket. In his words he left no room for arguing against this, frankly terrible idea, not that you really had the energy to say or do much.
"Mmmmkay." You let your head fall onto his arm as he tried to lift you up again.
"Could you at least try to help me out here?" He grunted, your dead weight causing him to nearly drop you.
"S'rry..." You try to get a hold of your limbs, but everything feels so numb. It hit you then that you couldn't feel past your knees and past your shoulders, and a violent shiver ripped through your body. "Can't feel m'arms n'legs..."
Logan stopped when you said this, staring down at you as some form of horror glanced across his face like he had realized something. In the back of your mind you knew that he knew that this wasn't a good sign. The cold seemed to reach your bones, where you could still feel; your nose was running, but you didn't have the energy to sniffle anymore.
"Everything's gonna be okay, bub; I'm gonna get you out of this storm." At this point Logan's words sounded less like they were for you and more for him, even as he continued the random mumbled sentences. Finally he got you lifted into his arms like you had been before and started trudging down the road again.
Snow was sticking to his boots, being pulled up by every step as the thick layer was being disturbed. With the snow on the ground and the freezing cold wind, each footfall was slow. You both knew this would take a long time, longer than you had, yet Logan kept going.
You think it has been over thirty minutes now of the older man walking, the lack of clear vision making you feel uneasy. Once drowsiness and lack of energy turned into full-on sleepiness, your head lolled back and forth with each movement. The places that had been numb before felt like they were burning, like there was lava underneath your skin boiling you from the inside out.
Logan had tried to give you skin-to-skin contact in an attempt to give you a little more warmth, but it hadn't helped much in the end. Time felt slower than usual; you could hear the other mutant heavily breathing close to your ear.
While your eyes were shut, the man carrying you spotted lights up ahead, thinned out in the haze of the snowy landscape. He hoped and prayed that there was some place open, some place that would let you two in, maybe even a hotel with a vacant room if you were lucky.
"Hurts..." You mumbled out with your croaky voice, eyes still not open.
"We're almost to town. I see lights up ahead; you just gotta stay awake for me. Think you can do that?" He looked down at you, even though you couldn't see it, studying your facial expression. Your entire face was lax; not even your lips pulled into a frown or your eyebrows knit like they had been before.
The only reaction you gave to Logan's words was a barely audible groan; he let out a sigh of relief when you did, more than glad you were still somewhat conscious.
The next moment was a blur of Logan rushing to the one building that had its lights on in this small middle-of-nowhere town. When warmth brushed against your face from the heated building, you sighed. You were still freezing, shivering every so often, and your teeth chattering a little, but whoever had cranked the heat up wherever you were must have been an angel sent from heaven.
Distantly you heard Logan talking to someone as he sat you down on a chair, the sound of his wallet opening, the stranger concerned for your health and saying the closest hospital was an hour's drive away, and Logan saying the two of you had no way of getting there besides on foot. Gently he took you into your arms again with a sigh, starting to speak to you again even though you looked completely out of it, you were sure.
"Got us a room for the night, kid; it'll be warm, and then we can get you to somewhere that'll help you out." You groaned as the cold air hit your face again.
Logan fumbled with the door key while still holding you, only just opening it before he got to full-on rage mode. He laid you down on one of the beds, moving to turn the heating up and lock the door.
"The guy at the front said there's a kettle for coffee and hot chocolate..." He shuffled around the room, finally finding it inside one of the cabinets. Grumbling about how it should've just been on a counter, he filled it up with sink water and turned it on. In the back of your mind you were grossed out by the use of tap water, but you reminded yourself that you nearly froze to death and Logan was making you hot chocolate without even being asked.
After he turned the kettle on, he walked back over to you and started pulling your coat and waterlogged boots off. If it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't feel your legs or arms and your nose was running and you felt frozen to your core, this would be like a domestic dream. You could never imagine the Wolverine shucking off your coat and hanging it up while he made you a warm drink.
"What're you laughing about, kid?" You hadn't even realized you let a few chuckles leave you. Logan didn't sound angry; in fact, this was probably the softest you've ever heard him.
"You trea'ing m'like m'your husband," your words were still mushing together in your mouth, causing the letters to get a bit jumbled. Still, your friend seemed to understand you.
The other mutant stopped for a second, like time had frozen over, similar to your fingers.
As he started moving again, he sighed loudly, hanging your coat up on the rack and turning back around to shimmy off more of your soaked clothes.
"I'm treating you like you nearly died, bub." His voice was echoey in the tile-lined bathroom as he hung up your clothes on the shower curtain rod to hopefully dry.
When the kettle finally clicked, telling that it was done boiling, Logan came out of the bathroom.
"Yknow if y'just wante' me in m' underwear y'could've said, Wolverine." You sat up with the help of the headboard on the bed, left in just your undershirt and boxers. The other mutant grumbled as he stirred the instant hot chocolate into the warm water, handing it to you.
A content silence fell over the hotel room, you pulling the warm covers over your legs. You still felt cold, shivering slightly, but this was leagues better than it was outside.
You hadn't even realized your eyes had closed, only noticing when you opened them from Logan setting his hand on your forehead. "Wha's the prognosis doct'r?"
"You're still really cold. We're gonna see an actual doctor tomorrow to make sure you didn't sustain any health problems from this. Drink your hot chocolate, kid." He sat down next to you on the bed after taking his own coat and shoes off.
Hesitantly, as if expecting a negative reaction from you, he set his arm over your shoulders. Logan was warm, and the bit of body heat you could leech off of him felt like heaven. You sipped your hot chocolate carefully.
