Frozen Fire(Mxm)[UNEDITED]

Solveig POV

I waited for him outside, as I ran my hand over my horse. She was my very first horse and I trained her myself. After Zeffer, she was the only other animal I came into contact with.

I turned my head and saw him come out. He was dressed in white and looked like true royalty.

The whiteness of his clothes brought out the wonderful spark in his pale blue eyes. The more I looked at him, the more I felt drawn to him, and felt the need to touch every single part of him.

My dragon was still on edge, after the stunt he pulled last night, though he was not the only one that needed to be released, my "friend " down there, throbbed and ached when he ran his slender fingers over my chest. As far as I remember, that was the only time I ever felt the need to touch myself.

Other times it was just to experience what it felt like, but last night was the first time I actually had an erection.

His parents followed him close behind, before he got on his horse, they said their goodbyes. I turned my head to give them their privacy, but I could still hear what they were saying.

"Be careful my son. And hurry back.. our prayers are always with you. Remember to take your medicine " his mother said as she hugged him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Hearing his mother, made me think back to the times I spent with mine. I felt the tears starting to gather, but I refused to let them fall.

"Good luck son. Remember we are always with you. You are the strength and light of our people. Be strong,and be safe. We will be awaiting your return"

his father said and pulled him into hug.

I watched as they hugged for a while. They were not afraid of showing their emotions even though they were men. Part of me wished I could be as free spirited as they were. I saw his father walk up to me with him .

"Protect my son. I'm placing his life in your hands"

he said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Somehow, I felt as though he was passing on that fatherly love to me as well. I nodded my head and said..

"With my life" and got on my horse. Ragnor got on his horse as well , and we made our way, into the unknown.

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I don't know how long we travelled in this blazing cold blizzard. It felt like hours, and I couldn't see anything at all and shivered right to my bones.

Ragnor however, went about unaffected. In fact, his facial complexion didn't even change. He still looked like he did, in the comfort of the warm palace.

Looking at him now, he was hardly wearing anything warm. He had on his long white robe-like garment that clung to his body, lining his perfectly slender shape, that just made me want to engulf him in my arms and never let go..

Stop it.. focus on the road ahead.

I pulled my fur coat closer to my neck and breathed out, creating something that looked like smoke.

I have never,I mean never, felt this cold before. Where I came from, we never experienced winter ever. We had summery heat throughout the year, so this was all new to me. My hands started to feel like they were freezing.

I brought them up to my mouth and started blowing, in order to create some heat. Ragnor turned around and faced me.

"What is it?" I asked him.

" This blizzard doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon. There's a cave over there, we should stay there until its over. We won't be able to get anywhere in this weather." He said.

As much as I hated submitting to anyone, he was right. The weather was too bad. We couldn't see anything, and I was freezing my butt off.

I went inside the cave first to check if anything was inside. Although, the cave was made of ice, it still had some warmth inside and would shield us from the blizzard outside.

I brought our horses inside and tied them against one of the boulders.

I sat down with my back against the wall and closed my eyes. When I didn't hear him sit down, I opened them and found him still standing and staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing.. it's just that.. I never imagined you to be like this.." he said.

"You're not the first one to say that"

"No really. I thought you'd be this horrific looking demon-like person. " he said as he sat down next to me. So close that our shoulders were touching.

Instantly I felt heat spread throughout my body, despite the shivering my lips were making. I still couldn't understand why he got this kind of reaction from me.

He took my hand in his and held it. It was a very sudden move, that I was not ready for, so jolted and grabbed my hand back.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"I'm immune to the cold. So my body temperature stays the same. You on the other hand, are not from here, you're not used to feeling this cold, so I'm just sharing my warmth with you" he said as he took my hand again and held it.

I felt a series of sparks as he held my hand. His hand felt so warm despite the cold around us......He felt so warm. I just wanted to curl up with him and lay like that forever.

I could not regulate my rapid heartbeat, no matter how hard I tried. Just being this near to him was doing things to me again!!

"And besides.. we wouldn't want your dragon to suffer now would we?" He said as he smirked.

"How do you know so much about my kind?" I asked.

"Since I could never go out, I spent most of time reading. I was very intrigued by the people of fire, who could becomes dragons. Let's just say, I read a lot about your kind".

Since our dragons were creatures made of fire, naturally they could not survive in the cold. It is said that if they were subjected to immense coldness, they could become physically weak and it would become difficult to shift again.

"What else do you do.. besides read, I mean?" Somehow, I found myself , liking the sound of his voice. I wanted to hear more of it.

"Not much. When Lorrain wasn't around, then I'd practice my gift. "

Hearing her name come out his mouth, sounded like a nail being scratched across armor. I just couldn't handle the sound of it. But I was curious about one thing..

"Do you love her?" I asked.

"Well, I don't suppose I can say I do. I've never been attracted to her in that way. What about you.. do you have someone you love?"

"I'm not married" I replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't ask if you were, I asked if you were in love with someone "

"Isn't it the same thing? How can you marry someone you don't love?"

"I suppose you'll grow to love the person eventually "

There was brief silence between us before I asked him...

"Do you believe in soulmates?" I asked him.

"I do" he said as he smiled at me. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, so I looked away in hopes that he didn't see it.

"What if you find your soulmate after you've already married someone else?" I asked him without looking at him.

I heard him take a deep breathe but he didn't reply. He let go off my hand and immediately it felt cold again. I turned my head and found him getting up. Suddenly my entire body started to freeze at the absence of his warmth.

He walked to the edge of the cave and bent down. I could hear him gasping for breathe and his back faced me. He started to choke and cough. I got up and made my way towards him.

Before I could reach him , he held his hand up to stop me..

"I'm.. I'm fine" he said in between his coughs and cokes.

He barfed and ralphed, which sent my heart into panic at seeing him in such pain. I went over to him and the sight was enough to scare even the angel of death..

He was throwing up blood. Tons and tons of it. The snow on which he was kneeling was covered in blood, like someone had been massacred there.

After throwing up, he stood up and wobbled a bit. I caught him before he fell down, and guided him to where we initially sat.

I watched as he reached inside his garment and took out a vile that was on a necklace. He drank a bit of it and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back.

"I'm fine.. I just need to lay down a bit" he said as he attempted to lay on the ice cold snow.

"Are you insane. You can't lay on the floor" I said as I guided his head to my lap. He didn't protest probably because he was too weak from throwing up,and allowed me to gently lay his head on me.

I watched as he slowly drifted off to sleep, with a few strands of his white hair falling onto his forehead.

I suddenly had this urge to touch him. As he slept, I gently moved the strands out of his face and ran my fingers through his soft, silky hair. I looked at him and couldn't help thinking...

He truly was a beauty. Everything about him was so extraordinarily magnificent.

The way he fought to stay alive despite having an illness that should have killed him ages ago..... my father was wrong... he wasn't a weakness..

He was strength in disguise....