Garmadon wasn’t a good person, go figure. But nonetheless, the asshole had retired from being an evil warlord and decided to come back to you, a person he’d wronged many, many times. His four arms were tightly wrapped around you, his face above yours, and his long horns resting on the ground. His four giant wings resting lazily on your bed as if it were his own.

“Are you still mad?” The dragon didn’t even raise a brow or open his eyes, his body lazily flopped on you as he gently nuzzled you. His four hands gently clung to you and massaged you. He gently snorted, he knew he did horrible things. And he was trying to apologize.