Wings of Fire Fanfiction: One-shots (2)

Arcticslayer

They ran.

They flew.

Arctic's mind was still spinning, his breath running out, hinted by little flakes of frostbreath. He dragged Foeslayer- Foeslayer!- out of the Ice Kingdom, where the warmth in the Kingdom of Sand would keep her safe.

"We escaped," Foeslayer said finally, her talons shaking with excitement and anxiety. "I can't believe we did that!" She twined her tail around his, and Arctic laughed, his voice echoing across the desert sands.

He didn't care about the sweltering heat or the uncomfortable pressure of sunlight pressing on his scales. The warmth that Foeslayer offered him was much more welcoming than this- than the Ice Kingdom.

Everything was about rules and strictness and expectations that Arctic had struggled to compete with. But now he didn't care. He was with Foeslayer; Foeslayer didn't care about what he would do for her, she cared about what he was. Her diamond earring still glinted like the last star in the dark night sky, sparkling together with every joyful bit of her, every lovely scale of hers.

They laughed again, probably viewed as plain weirdos by the SandWings or just some maniacally psychotic psychopaths. But he didn't care. None of this, none of this, cared.

All that mattered that was he was laughing, Foeslayer was laughing, they were laughing and hugging each other in relief and elation.

Foeslayer barreled into his embrace, pushing them both to the sand, where the sun beat its rays down at them.

Finally, their laughter stopped, and so did their fears of the Ice Kingdom finding out what they were, who they were, and what they felt.

Because if Mother knew how I felt about Foeslayer... She'd find her and hunt her down like a savage animal. I won't allow that.

They stayed like that for a while, the sand around them, spreading and stretching for miles away.

I will never, ever, ever allow that.

The sky was turning bluer and bluer like that depths of the deep ocean. The sun was setting, releasing evening violet and orange into the sky, streaks of fluffy white clouds lining the now crimson sky.

"Let's go to the Night Kingdom. It's more safe there. Um." Foeslayer looked cutely unsure for a moment, then her mouth opened, like it had been dried from the burning sun.

"Do you mind? The weather can...be quite uncomfortable at times for an IceWing like you." Foeslayer added.

"I don't mind." Arctic planted a small kiss on her forehead, making her snout go all red and purple. It was endearing.

"No," Arctic spread one of his cool wings to wrap around Foeslayer.

"I don't mind at all."