Falling in the pond was not on your to-do list, yet you found yourself soaked in the almost frozen water. Well, the top was frozen, but now it’s broken in and you really have to wonder why. You were just trying to visit your friends in the arctic.

Technoblade finds you as you’re halfway to the porch, thank you gut feeling, and goes to get you inside as quickly as possible.

You attempt words, but fall short. Instead, you motion to the broken-in pond. He seems to get it without your help, though. You’re shivering from the heat.

“Cold?” he asks.

You shake your head. He curses, and seems to think for a second.

He hesitates, “hot?” Seems like he finally gets it. You nod almost eagerly. This just makes him curse again. You blink. He shakes his head and picks you up, wrapping you in a makeshift burrito with the extra cloak. Aside from your protests and thrashing to get the cloth off, he gets the both of you back in the house surprisingly fast.

Moving quickly, he drops you by the fire and tasks you with warming up while he draws a bath. You shiver and inch away from the fire the second he’s gone.

With much effort, you manage to pull your pajama top off. That helps. Not as hot. Techno is back.

“Alright, c’mon,” he ushers, holding his hand out for you to use to pull yourself up. Instead, you shake your head and shift away.

He picks you up, and brings you to the bathroom, not wanting to wrestle you for this. Techno sucks in a breath. He’s tense. You wonder why. Idly, you step all the way out of your pants. Now you’re just in your undergarments.

He steps into the bathroom, pulling you in after him. You’re too tired to push away or make him let you leave. “Let’s warm up.”

You shake your head. He seems to deflate.

“Well,” he starts again, a new gleam in his eyes. “The bath is cold. You’re warm, right? Need to cool down.”

It doesn’t take much persuasion.