Raging Blizzard
Fire Emblem Heroes | Rating: G | Character Focus: Spring!Chrom, Halloween!F!Robin/Grima | Ship(s): F!Chrobin
Kiran sends Chrom and Robin out on a Heroes Journey, where they get trapped in an oncoming snowstorm.
Chrobin Week, Day 3: Winter
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“I cannot believe that worm of a summoner has forsaken us with this awful journey,” Robin spat, shivering from the icy winds slapping against her mostly bare legs.
As part of the monthly scouting missions (the “Heroes Journey”), Kiran had paired up the Spring Festival Chrom and the Harvest Festival female Robin—though neither was entirely thrilled about each other’s company. Chrom was doing his best to make light of it at any opportunity, offering sunflowers, buying her dinner at a small inn they passed by, even getting their fortunes told, but nothing seemed to be winning her over.
And now they were in the frigid mountains, with cold air blowing and the sky set for an oncoming snowstorm. Chrom was busy setting up the tent (Robin insisted only a worm could know such things, even though Chrom had a feeling even the Fell Dragon could pitch a tent no problem). He did his best to at least set a sturdy enough foundation, hoping the whole thing wouldn’t blow over in the middle of the night.
“Ha! It’s f-f-finished!” Chrom proclaimed, gesturing at her to enter. “Please, ladies first.”
Robin gave a frigid growl, but quickly obliged, eager to escape the cold. He followed, securing the tent flaps down as tightly as he could.
“Well, it’s not the warmest, but it’ll keep us cozy enough for the night so we can move on tomorrow,” Chrom said, smiling towards Robin as he unfurled their bedrolls.
She scowled. “This is not my idea of cozy. I’d much rather be in the fires of Múspell.”
“Ah, well, perhaps you can discuss that with that other Chrom…” he chuckled hesitantly, a light flush of jealousy warming his face. That Chrom, after all, was the first to reach out to this Robin when she arrived at Askr. He shook his head. “For now, you’re stuck with me.”
“Fine… stupid rabbit Son of Naga…” she grumbled as she buried herself in her bedroll.
“Good night, Robin,” Chrom whispered as he peeled off his boots, leaving them in the corner, and followed suit. It wasn’t the most warm or comfortable sleeping arrangements, but he had survived Regna Ferox so surely he could survive tonight.
He was just dozing off when—
“Worm,” Robin demanded. “I demand more warmth.”
“There’s little more I can do, Robin…” Chrom replied sleepily, turning on his side to look at her. “Unless we were to…”
“Out with it, worm!”
“We c-could combine our bedrolls…” he explained, his cheeks unbearably hot compared to the rest of his body.
She groaned. “To share warmth with the Son of Naga… despicable, and yet I am left with little choice. Fine.”
“Alright then, let me er—here we go…” He remained in his bed roll, scooting right up beside her so that the flaps of their bedrolls overlapped. “Er, should we…”
Robin answered his question by pulling him impossibly close, intertwining her legs with his. “This is acceptable warmth, rabbit-worm.” She snuggled her chin into the crook of his neck. Chrom sucked in a large breath, and on the exhale firmly wrapped his arms around hers. “Much less dreadful…”
He could feel his chuckle vibrate where she rested. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Good night, Robin.”
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