It’s all good.
2: With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
20: As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
The Way You Said I Love You
Will gladly accepted the hot bowl of soup from Nico, scooting over on the bed to make room for his husband. Nico crawled under the blankets next to him, shivering once he got settled. Thunder cracked loudly outside, and Will wondered idly who did what to piss Zeus off so much.
“Thanks for the soup.” Will’s voice cracked horribly, and he winced at the sound of it, like someone had sent his vocal cords through a cheese grader.
“I still can’t believe you went outside in the rain with wet hair. Aren’t you the doctor?” Nico laid his head on Will’s shoulder, his cold nose bringing some relief to Will’s hot skin.
“I was just letting the dog out.” Will sipped on the broth, letting a few noodles slide down his sore throat.
“Barefoot without a shirt on. It’s no wonder you’re sick now.” Nico pressed his nose into the side of Will’s face and inhaled sharply when thunder hit directly about them, rattling their windows.
“Hey,” Will cooed softly, “you know it’s not going to hurt us. We’ve helped Zeus out too many times.” Nico shook slightly and Will set the cup aside on the nightstand, sliding down in the bed next to Nico.
Lighting momentarily lit up the room and Nico whined before burying his face in Will’s chest, trembling as Will wrapped his arms around him. Will pulled the blankets over their heads with his free hand before carding it through Nico’s hair.
“There’s no reason to be scared.” Will hummed, his voice cracking and ruining the soothing tone he was trying to create. “It’s not going to hurt us.”
“The storms hurt my head. They make everything fuzzy.” Nico kept his eyes firmly shut while Will rubbed circles into his shoulder blades.
“I know. It’s because you’re a son of Hades. Just like storms hurt Percy’s head, and flying gives you both nausea. Or how sailing makes Jason sick to his stomach. It’s a Big Three thing.” Will kissed the top of his head. “It’ll be okay though. We’re way over due on some peace and quiet for a few millenniums.”
Nico whined quietly again at distant thunder, but slowly his shaking stopped. “Sorry. You’re sick, you shouldn’t have to be taking care of me.”
Will smiled down at his husband. “Nah, I always take care of you. I love taking care of you.”
A heavy lump at their feet told both men that the dog had decided to join them. Nico smiled slightly and Will closed his eyes. Nico kissed his forehead and whispered to his skin. “Get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning. I love you.” He settled back into Will, heaving a quiet sigh of exhaustion.
Will’s mind was slipping, the fever slowly taking over his thoughts. He knew he’d be sorry tomorrow. His voice came out hoarse and barely audible over the sound of rain hitting the roof and the windows. “Goodnight, I love you too.”
The storm ragged on, but Nico and Will were perfectly content right where they were.
I’m slowly getting back into the swing of prompts.
