Jackson Overland Frost, winter spirit and all-around trickster, had taken Jamie and Sophie Bennet up to the North Pole for the day, two pairs of magical mittens keeping the sub-zero temperatures from affecting the fragile mortals too much.
They hadn't even gotten inside yet before a snowball, thrown by Jamie, impacted the back of Jack's head.
The immortal slowly turned around, eyeing the teenager with a lazy glare and a small, anticipatory smile, before he slowly raised a hand and blew a snowball into existence.
A second snowball, this one from Sophie, impacted his face perfectly, sending him sprawling back with a splutter and much flailing.
That got everybody going at a quicker pace, Sophie building up a shelter of snow and Jamie protecting the both of them with a quick throwing arm and even quicker accuracy. Their delighted cries drew the attention of the other Guardians, and so it came to be that the exterior of the North Pole became the battleground for the two mortals, Jack, North, Bunny, and Tooth. Sandy joined in once he arrived in his golden biplane, and wasn't it just seven different kinds of terrifying to see a huge tyrannosaur scooping up a huge mouthful of snow to drop on you?
Two hours later, everybody shivering violently yet grinning with equal intensity, they had retired to a small sitting room inside with a large fireplace and soft, cushy couches. Bunny was regaling Sophie with tales of almost-disasters in his egg deliveries, and Jack was regaling Jamie with tales of causing most of them, when Sophie's stomach interrupted the both of this with a loud growl.
"Ah, the little girl is hungry, yes? Would you like some cookies, or maybe a piece of fruitcake?" North queried in that Russian accent of his. Sophie's eyes lit up at the word 'cookies' just like they did when she was younger, and she nodded her head furiously.
"Nah, she don't want any uh tha' crud. How 'bout a nice salad, eh?" Bunny teased, laughing when Sophie glared at him venomously. North chuckled and spoke in Yetish for a moment, then glanced questioningly at Jamie.
Seeing his chance for revenge (Jack had annihilated him in that snowball war), Jamie pounced.
"Could I have a Popsicle, please?" Jamie asked innocently, giving a little smile as North's brow crinkled in confusion, but then the Guardian only shrugged and continued to speak with the Yeti.
"A Popsicle? Isn't that a bit cold for the North Pole?" Jack asked him with a grin, and an extremely innocent Jamie only smiled.
"I like the cold. It's...pleasant." he said happily, a dreamy look flitting across his face before clearing itself away as Sophie, sitting beside Bunny on Jack's other side, gave an uncharacteristically evil smirk. She swirled a finger next to her temple and raised an eyebrow at Jack, and Jamie nodded as he mouthed, 'Oh yeah.'
Sophie's smirk widened, then changed to the picture of little girl innocence as Jack swiveled around to see who Jamie was talking to.
Jamie took this opportunity to plaster himself to Jack's side, wrapping his arms around the slightly-shorter boy's waist.
"Your skin is cold." Jamie mumbled as he nuzzled Jack's neck, shivering slightly for effect, "It's nice."
Jack was as still as his staff, Bunny was barely holding back his laughs, North was looking on in amusement, and Tooth was silently fangirling behind the pair. "Your sweater's in the way though." Jamie complained, pouting slightly, then whispered in Jack's ear, "D'you mind taking it off?"
Jack was saved from answering by the return of the Yeti.
"Ooh, Popsicle!" Jamie squealed like a little kid, jumping up from the couch and scurrying over to the Yeti. He claimed his treat and chirped, "Thanks!" moving back to the couch and sitting back down. He tore the plastic off and began-
Began...uh...
"That has to be the most erotic way to eat a Popsicle I've ever seen." Bunny whispered to Sophie as Jamie licked, suckled, and otherwise fellated his snack.
"Oh, for sure. If it wasn't my brother, I'd probably be as bad as Jack right now." Sophie remarked, nodding at the winter spirit.
Said spirit was an utter mess. He saw Jamie and what he was doing, he knew that the tightening of his pants was a bad thing, and he knew he should probably stop staring, but it was like a shipwreck; he couldn't tear his gaze away. It was a horrifying disaster, and he loved every minute of it.
That is, until Sophie spoke up.
"This reminds me of those ice cube eating contests you and your friends have, Jamie!" she exclaimed, explaining to the confused-looking group, "He and his friends would see who could shove the most ice cubes in mouths at once."
"Jamie always won. His record was nine." she added proudly.
"Yeah, and the day I set it was the day I almost choked to death after I accidentally swallowed one." Jamie retorted, easily pausing in his ministrations of the frozen treat, "It was huge, and thick, and really cold stuck in there."
"How'd ya not die?" Bunny asked curiously, and Jamie shrugged.
"My throat melted it." he said simply.
With a pained groan, Jack flew out of the room as fast as the wind would carry him. As soon as the five were sure he couldn't hear them, they burst out laughing.