On a cold winter morning- Oh who am I kidding? It's always been frigid in the tundra, no matter what.

You stir, mostly because of your husband's incessant snoring, only to find out that his pet polar bear who sleeps in the corner of the room, Steve, is snoring too.

Of course he is.

Sliding out of the comfort of your soft bed, you find slippers for your feet and a shaw around your shoulders.

You stand on the porch curiously, nobody else in your tribe being awake.

Well, of course they wouldn't be, it's five in the morning!

You head back inside to brew a pot of tea, sitting at the table and relishing in the silence until it's unfortunately ruined by Technoblade getting out of bed.

"Why are you up?" He accuses lightheartedly.

You shrug. Telling him it was because of his snoring would definitely bruise his ego.

"Right, right." He takes a seat across from you.

It's nice and comfortable here. Everything is quiet, everything is calm, and you stare into Technoblade's crimson eyes like there's nothing else to stare at.