Frost Heart → druig, marvel

Chapter 30: You'll remain mine

2024 - France 

After considering Phastos’s advice, Ayaz decides to visit France with Druig. It feels like the right move, a chance to reconnect amidst the chaos that surrounds their lives. Now, Ayaz rummages through his closet, his golden blond hair catching the light, shimmering like spun gold.

Druig sits on Ayaz’s bed, a relaxed yet focused gaze following his lover’s every move. There’s something mesmerizing about the way Ayaz’s body moves, the confidence he exudes, and Druig can’t help but admire him.

With a deep breath, Ayaz strips off his shirt, the fabric falling to the floor. He moves to remove his pants, but the intensity of Druig’s stare makes him pause. He sighs. “Don’t look.”

“Like I haven’t seen anything before,” Druig scoffs, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continues to watch, unabashed.

“Bugger off,” Ayaz rolls his eyes, trying to maintain his composure as he slips into a new shirt and pants, feeling the warmth of the fabric against his skin. He ignores Druig’s lingering gaze, but his heart races beneath the surface.

Druig leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his voice deepening as he asks, “You thought of me all the time, didn’t you? Did you fall asleep on this bed every passing day thinking about me, my beautiful Ayaz?”

Ayaz shakes his head, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, pretty boy. I was distracted with other things.” He tries to brush it off, but there’s a flicker of warmth in his chest at the thought of Druig’s affection.

“Like what? Your video games?” Druig presses, his tone teasing yet slightly annoyed.

Ayaz rolls his eyes again, moving to the mirror to apply guyliner, the dark pigment emphasizing the gold of his eyes. “What is with you and video games now?” he replies, focusing on his reflection.

“I don’t see anything important about it,” Druig shrugs, but beneath the surface, he wrestles with his emotions. He knows Ayaz’s obsession with video games pulls him away, and the thought of being ignored stings more than he’d like to admit.

Oblivious to Druig’s inner turmoil, Ayaz tosses back a sassy remark, his eyes now lined with black. “It is meant to happen when you live in the middle of a forest for centuries.”

“Cliché,” Druig retorts, grinning sarcastically as he rummages through the drawers of the small cupboard next to the bed. His expression shifts as he pulls out a half-empty box of condoms. “Why do you have these in your nightstand?”

Ayaz’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I was distracted by Camille. I spent those days exploring new things with her all night.”

Druig’s frown deepens at the mention of Camille. “It’s not like you can get her pregnant,” he mutters, but there’s an undercurrent of frustration in his voice.

“In her eyes, I was a mere human. And I didn’t know the fact I was some fancy robot,” Ayaz snaps back, hastily packing his clothes into a traveling bag, trying to keep his precious fashion items close.

“Whatever.” Druig tosses the box into the trash bin, a disgusted look on his face as he closes the lid. “You don’t need them again.”

Ayaz narrows his eyes, realization dawning. “You’re jealous,” he smirks, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“I’m not jealous,” Druig shoots back, his tone disapproving, but there’s a hint of defensiveness in his posture. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way, but Ayaz is his—he wants him all to himself. “It’s just sex. I’m not childish enough to be jealous over some human girl. Besides, she can keep trying; you’ll remain mine.”

“Can you stop snooping through my stuff?” Ayaz sighs, rubbing his face with a hand in frustration when his lover moves back to the drawers of the nightstand.

“Where is it?” Druig demands, his eyes sharp.

Ayaz clears his throat, nervousness creeping in. He knows what’s coming, but he decides to play innocent. “Where is what?”

“I know you better than you know yourself. And I know you won’t just stop with sex. So where is it?” Druig presses, refusing to let the topic go.

Ayaz sighs, resigned to the inevitable. “The fourth drawer. You missed it.” He gestures reluctantly.

Druig opens the fourth drawer, revealing a couple of unused syringes and small ziplock bags containing white powder. His expression shifts from disbelief to disappointment. “Why did you do this to yourself?” he asks, voice low, as a pang of sadness grips his heart.

Ayaz’s face hardens, anger flaring. “Don’t judge me!”

“I’m not,” Druig replies softly, his heart aching for Ayaz.

Ayaz runs a hand through his golden blond hair, frustration morphing into vulnerability. “I was heartbroken. These things made me numb and kept me distracted. It was better than feeling… you know? Feeling lonely and broken.”

“Oh, my beautiful Ayaz. What have I done to you?” Druig’s voice is laced with sorrow as he steps forward, wrapping his arms around Ayaz, burying his face in the crook of his neck. The warmth of the embrace feels like home, but the weight of Ayaz’s struggles hangs heavy between them.

Ayaz rubs Druig’s back rhythmically, cradling him gently. “Druig, please don’t leave me again.”

Druig pulls back, connecting their foreheads, his hand resting tenderly on Ayaz’s cheek. “I won’t. I promise.”

“When I thought Ikaris killed you, I acted out in rage. I didn’t mean to kill Tiamut. It wasn’t right. I feel awful now,” Ayaz confesses, his voice thick with emotion. “I might have learned to control my abilities, but my emotions are still all over the place.”

“I can help you. Let me,” Druig says, caressing Ayaz’s pale cheek, a soft smile blooming on Ayaz’s lips. The connection between them deepens, a shared understanding of their pain and strength.

They lean in for a kiss, their lips moving together in perfect harmony, the world around them fading away into the background. It’s a kiss filled with unspoken promises and the warmth of their shared existence, a moment that feels suspended in time.

As Ayaz pushes Druig onto the mattress, hovering above him, the kiss intensifies. Neither dares to break it, as if doing so would make the other fade away. Just when they are lost in their own universe, the doorbell rings, shattering the picture-perfect moment.

“Must be your friends,” Druig breathes out, sharing a look with Ayaz that mixes frustration and amusement. The world outside intrudes, but the connection they share remains, a bond that no one can sever.