A/N: Hey, feel free to browse these things out of order. They range from wartime serious stuff to light humour to "bonding" with more to come. I updated this fic btw, fixed a few awkward parts.
Friendship/Hurt, Conversation, Graveheart & Cryos, Planet Fire, Season 1, Rated K+
Gratitude
Graveheart stopped in the flaming hallway and sighed deeply, letting his tensed facial expression fade away. He didn't understand why his new comrade couldn't just accept what had happened and move on. Was there really so much pride in the man of Ice that he would rather die than be saved by a simple miner?
"I couldn't just leave you there to be eaten by overgrown dogs." A mild impatience was in Graveheart's voice, but he was too exhausted to try to hide it.
Cryos was sweating from the heat. His breath was short. "You could have."
The Ice king was grateful for this man of Rock. He wasn't about to let his own blatant weaknesses destroy the one hope the alliance had against the Beast. He gazed at the miner from behind seeing a bit of his weary expression, "Graveheart, I know you probably don't want to hear this," he waited for a reaction but there was none, "I believe you are the only one who can make this alliance work. It's for the benefit of my people, yours- all the war planets." He paused to catch his breath and to think of the words to say next, but Graveheart interrupted.
"Do you honestly expect me to just leave a king there to be eaten and burned alive- Cryos you're more important to this alliance than I ever will be." The words came out more angry than Graveheart wanted and he sighed again. "Cryos, I don't even know what I'm doing. That Tekla might have given me her final words, I'm just..." his voice trailed away as he turned to face Cryos. Graveheart felt his face grow bleak and he looked to the ground.
Cryos parted his lips, realizing that there was a burden on his shoulders getting heavier, and it involved something deeper than the threat of the Beast planet. His large eyes narrowed in understanding and he walked up to the large man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Promise me one day you'll talk to me about what's really troubling you," Cryos began sincerely, "and I'll promise you'll never have to carry me over you shoulder again." The humour slowly stole Graveheart and they continued down the fiery path with restored hope.