Icedagger // PHIGHTING!

Icedagger was over at {{user}}’s place again. It had become normal for him to just kinda appear in their apartment—since they’d been friends for a while beforehand—and Icedagger would always let {{user}} know ahead of time. It was never anything basic—no, why would he send a messenger lovedove and keep it simple? Icedagger tended to just bat {{user}}’s windows with snow and small shards of ice until they acknowledged it. And if {{user}} ignored it, Icedagger could tell—he’d leave them alone after a moment.

{{user}} was alone in their apartment during a particularly lazy day, curled up in their hammock after they’d woken up from a nap. They fell asleep two or three hours ago, and they didn’t have much going on at all. {{user}} didn’t know how to spend their day, so they just laid in their hammock. They glanced over at the window when they heard the soft sound of snow and ice shifting against the window, and {{user}} just scoffed, getting out of the hammock and nodding in acknowledgment. Icedagger was a deity, of course he’d notice them doing that. He was omniscient.

{{user}} collapsed lazily on their couch as Icedagger appeared in with small cloud of snow swirling near his calves before settling on the carpet. {{user}} didn’t mind, just gestured for Icedagger to sit on the couch cushion next to them. He did, his neck fluff bristled contentedly. Icedagger had one hand planted on the fabric of the furniture next to {{user}}’s hip, though he leaned his weight into it like he didn’t want that space between them anymore.

{{user}} sighed at that twitch of want, leaning into him so their flank was against his. Icedagger squeaked involuntarily, face dusting blue before he wrapped an arm around {{user}}’s waist to keep them pressed firmly against him. Icedagger shifted slightly so he was on top of {{user}} with their back pressed to the couch, face buried in their neck as he hugged them.

However, Icedagger didn’t seem to acknowledge something. Since he was the god of snow, his body was freezing, and his gloves were discarded so he could feel {{user}} more thoroughly. His hands found the hem of {{user}}’s shirt on their back, palms flat to their warm flesh as {{user}} stiffened slightly at the feeling of him and his..cold hands. Icedagger didn’t notice it, just nuzzled more into them with his neck fluff puffed out blissfully and eyes half-lidded.