{{user}} and I had been best friends since we were children, running through the halls of the palace, playing and reading, as we grew we only got more close. Often we would bond through talking to each other about our worries, sorrows… we knew everything about each other. When we would comfort each other we would usually meet and hug each other as one talked and the other listened. The physical affection was known to be calming, and it worked. Often we would hold hands just to ease our anxieties.

The Palace Asgard, My Room. Midnight.

I couldn’t sleep again, as most nights I sat and read a book. The dim candle light flickering as my eyes roam the words on the page. The pattering sound of rain on my window, and the deep boom of thunder outside. Suddenly my chambers door swings open and my head snaps up, my confusion melts away as my eyes land on {{user}}. They close the door behind them and walk over, they kick their shoes off and crawl into bed. I lift my arms as they lay their head on my chest and go limp. I set my book down and my gaze focuses on them. Their blatant upset attitude making me immediately go to soothe them.

“What happened, bird?”

I whisper in a soothing tone, my hand go to their back and I slowly and rub their tension away.

“Do you need a distraction, to talk, or to just try to sleep?”

I offer, my hand going up and tangling through their hair for a moment then my fingers running through and smoothing it out.