Hallo there,
this is my first fanfiction and it's pretty obvious that english is not my mothertongue. I'm german, so I'm grateful for every constructive criticism and other comments :)
tell me how you like it

IMPORTANT: This is Quinn x Sejuani. Don't like, don't read!
In my fanfiction Quinn will have a bit of a slang, hopefully i get it nearly right.

a BIG, FAT "thank you" for Summer Fury who helped me out with that damn grammar

Now, enjoy :D

A freezing, harsh wind swept through Summoners Rift, caused by the anger of the Winter's Wrath. It started to snow in the middle of autumn. The battle was over and the Champions were teleported back to the Institute to get some rest until the next battle. The red team would celebrate their victory.

Quinn wrapped her arms around herself to feel some warmth. She couldn't understand how the boar rider was able to lower the temperature so fast and this much. It was too cold for her state of dress and she got the feeling some snowflakes cutting her skin with their razor-sharp edges. Her survival instincts kicked in and told her to get out of here, but another feeling was heavier on her shoulders. So she moved on, approaching the other woman near the dragon pit.

Sejuani kneeled before her boar which took a bolt deep in his shoulder. He couldn't stand up without help and he squeaked painfully when he tried to move for his friend's sake. He didn't want to disappoint her. It was known that she didn't tolerate any weakness. So he pushed himself up in pain as far as he could manage.

"Hush!" she commanded, pushing him down again with little force. He felt the pain decrease.

"This will hurt. I'm sorry, Bristle, but you have to be brave for a second. I know you can do this" she whispered and gave him a small kiss on his snout.

His eyes were glowing with deep trust. He was ready for the pain. He understood her, understood that it has to be done. Sejuani grabbed the bolt with one hand and petted him with the other. Quinn heard him sucking in air, saw him closing his eyes and knew he awaits the incoming pain. The Winter's Wrath pulled out the bolt, as fast as possible. He squeaked loudly.

Quinn felt guilty. It was her bolt that was stuck in the boar's shoulder. It was her mistake alone. While in battle Bristle would easily recover from a single impact of her bolts, he didn't heal as fast when the magic that was used in the Fields of Justice ran out. She triggered her crossbow accidently when the Nexus was already destroyed and the game ended. She heard the well-known female voice echoing "DEFEAT" and stopped her run away from the boar rider. She planned to put some distance in between them to shoot, knowing the woman could slow her down otherwise. Her opponent stopped at the same time. It was Bristle grunting victoriously that startled her, so she pulled the trigger. However, the boar was not the one to blame.

"YOU!" the shout startled her again, pulling her out of her thoughts. Demacia's Wings flinched like she was slapped. Sejuani's voice was filled with anger and hatred. She couldn't help but feel horrified by piercing blue eyes which seems as cold and stormy like the Freljord itself. She wanted to back off, but the Winter's Wrath grabbed her collar and lifted her two feet above the ground.

Raw strength was all Quinn could think in that moment. I thought she would be strong swinging that damn giant flail, but lifting a person one-handed…her hand feels so cold…Fuck, I'm freezing here!

She struggled, trying to fight the cold that filled her slowly.

"Please, I'm sorry! It was an accident!" she pleaded. Valor beak-dived to help his friend. He tried to hurt Sejuani with his beak and claws, but the boar rider didn't even blink.

"Pain is nothing." She growled. It was Quinn who commanded Valor to retreat. Neither Bristle nor Sejuani were at fault. She was the one attacking the boar on accident.

"I'm really sorry" her begging turned into whines. Sejuani snorted angrily and threw her back onto the ground. She felt a pain in her back and tears filling her eyes. It didn't hurt much, it was more of a physical reaction.

"You are lucky that violence is forbidden when we're not in matches. But next time when we are positioned against each other I will make sure Bristle stamps you down. Got it?" A nod was all Quinn was capable of in this situation. Her heart skipped a beat.

She feared the boar rider. How couldn't she after the threat? But there was something else. Deep respect for her strength. But hidden deeper within was another feeling. Sympathy. She was touched by Sejuani's behavior. How she was angry at Quinn and protective of Bristle. It was similar to how she would react when someone would even dare to hurt Valor. Said bird nested in the boar's fur and was watching how the situation deescalated. He couldn't do more, because Quinn forbid him to do so. He puffed his chest feathers as a sigh of relief.

"Knock knock" he hooted.

"Who's there?" Quinn asked in knee-jerk reaction. It came completely automatic, much like breathing.

"Bristle"

"Bristle who?" she asked again.

"Bristle with proud, ain't she?" he snickers. Quinn wanted to say something, anything. She didn't know how to answer to this. Sejuani was proud, she was the epitome of it. The way she was standing there, the way she looked. A bit grumpy like Quinn thought.

A helluva solid stance she thought, looking at the cold-forged warrior. She was sure that even without her boar and flail Sejuani would be victorious in a battle. She would be able to break my neck within a sec, maybe even one-handed. I bet she's got experience in hand-to-hand combat.

"What are you doing?" it was Sejuani who asked confused, still with anger in her voice. Quinn blinked, perplexed. Pulled out of thoughts again. She didn't realize she spoke to Valor in front of another being till now.

"I…um…was speakin' to Valor…" she stuttered and felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't look the boar rider in the eyes. Even if she loves Bristle as much as Quinn loves her eagle, she was not able to speak to him. Quinn instead was able to speak to Valor and the other way around. She was called a freak a lot, so she tried to avoid speaking with him right next to someone else. She couldn't remember when she was able to understand him with words and not body language, but it was even before she joined Demacia's army.

During the education to become a soldier she kept talking to him which was punished with strange looks and talk behind her back. Due to her clumsiness with swords and lances she had to use a crossbow. Later she found her own combat-style with her companion and became a scout. Even though she won respect among the people with her good work, they all would look at her as the 'crazy bird woman'. Not a title to be proud of. So she stopped talking to him in public, but her reputation hardly got any better. Her comrades-in-arms always were up for a stupid joke, most of them hurtful.

Shyvana used to do this kind of jokes a lot. Indeed they were more elegant then Jarvan's. His sense of humor was similar to this of Diana and everyone knew she was really bad. At least some people laughed at Jarvan's jokes, but out of respect and not because they were anything funny. Shyvana suddenly stopped when Quinn found out about her and Fiora. The Grand Duelist wanted to keep her relationship a secret and that's why Shyvana agreed to stop backbite her.

"Imma leave!" she yelled and turned around. She ran away, try to hide her shame. Valor followed hasty. Sejuani was left-behind with a stupid expression on her face. The storm had died down and she helped her companion back to the red platform. She wanted to get back to the stable to vet him. Of course the other Champions and Summoners were gone by then. Her team was properly celebrating their victory at Gragas pub. Fiora was known to drink a bit too much when she had a good fight and even more when she lost. She sighed. She wouldn't be able to join them today.

"That clumsy scout" she spat, petting her boar and tickling him behind his ear which he answered with a wagging tail and a pleased grunt. Other than his rider Bristle already had forgiven and forgot the accident, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. As planned Sejuani brought him to the box and started to clean his wound. Her bandage wasn't perfect but medically accurate.

"This will do. Who is a good boy? Yes! You're a good boy!" She fooled around with him and held him in a deadlock, rubbing his forehead with her fist. He struggled playfully. She was known for being a cold-hearted, strong warrior, but she made sure to have some time for her companion. Despite common believe she actually became pretty goofy around Bristle when no one was there to watch.

However, this time Quinn was watching. She came here to apologize again. She had the feeling that even after this Sejuani would murder her in various ways in the next battle, but she would try it anyway. She wanted to approach her, but seeing her so happy and goofy was something she just couldn't interrupt. So she hid and kept watching. Valor was off hunting by now. He wouldn't reveal her little peeking this way. Sometimes things worked in her favor.

And sometimes not. She tripped while taking a step forward to get a better look and fell right on her face. Her eyes got wet the second time that day while she held her bleeding nose, swearing like a Noxian in rage. After a few seconds of generating new swearwords she felt the cold stare of Sejuani from above, so she looked up.

"You're the clumsiest scout I have ever seen in my entire life" she stated with a blank expression.

"Ow…hearin' this sucks! Bloody hell, my nose hurts!" she muttered. Sejuani cocked an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that you are this foul-mouthed"

"Cause I'm from Demacia? I know I'm supposed to act all proper n' mighty, but I'aint! Okay? I just can't stand that friggin' theater with all that politics. Of course I'm able to speak this all-mighty-to-every-time-and-place, but I don't fancy it" Quinn got angry, her nose was still bleeding and hurting, so she didn't think a second time and let her anger take over.

"You're surprisingly feisty" Sejuani realized.

She never would have thought of Quinn like this. She saw her in the cafeteria, always quiet and sheepish sitting there with the other Demacians. Maybe this was the reason why she kept quiet, even when walking around with them.

Maybe they told her to be quiet. Forbid the yokel to act the way she likes she thought for a moment.

"Look who's talkin'. I don't think that your title 'The Winter's Wrath' was given to ya for your concinnity."

Sejuani started to laugh roughly at this. Well, she has a point she admitted to herself. Forgotten was the anger of hurting Bristle and the thoughts of revenge. She even needed to hold her hurting stomach. It took her few seconds to compose herself.

"I give you that. It's been a while since I laughed that hard"

"Yeah…I'm good at gettin' laughed at…" she mumbled. "Whatever. Bristle's okay?"

"He is a big boy, he'll be fine." she reassured her. She took a compress and gave it to Quinn. "For your nose."

"Thanks. Gimme a day and this nose is all back to normal." she grinned.

"Brawls?"

"Sure thing!"

"Nice, you don't look like a brawler." Sejuani examined the little scout again. She had a small and slender figure. No visible scar or bruise. Despite the one on her nose from the fall. "And you're pretty clumsy."

"HA! Maybe. But I'm fast and they don't expect me to have a nice left hook." Quinn bragged, but remembering to whom she was speaking right now made her quieter all of the sudden. "Of course not as strong as your right hook I guess." Her grin became sheepish which led the Winter's Wrath to a rough chuckle.

"I wanted to apologize for attackin' Bristle. Ya know…he startled me and I pulled the trigger. If you like I can look after him as well when you have somethin' to do." she suggested with a little smile.

"Why not. No harm in it, I guess." She answered while Quinn bent down to the boar and tousled through his fur. "Imma treat ya some goodies, how does that sound to ya?" she acted the fool. Bristle grunted excitedly and loudly.

"And how about a few drinks for ya, Sejuani?" she asked. The boar rider grinned.

"I bet I stand more than you. If I win you have to clean up Bristle's place" she grinned as an answer. Her smaller counterpart laughed.

"Let's see about that!"