Tom dragged his brother Bill out of the hut that served as their home and into the fresh snow on the ground in and around the small village.
"But Tomi, I wasn't finished yet!" Bill whined.
"And? We promised Georg and Gustav that we'd go hunting with them half an hour ago, and you don't need any of that stuff that you put around your eyes, you need to hunt like everyone else." Tom deadpanned as he continued to drag his little brother with him out to the forest surrounding the small village.
"But I don't even like hunting!" The younger male whined as they trudged through the snow. "And what were we going to hunt anyway?"
"Bill." The dreadlocked male said in a voice that made it clear to the other twin not to argue.
The other male huffed in annoyance but made no attempt to further the pointless argument. The two of them continued to walk through the frozen forest in search for their friends. After what seemed like hours, neither Georg nor Gustav had been found. Bill growled, aggravated, and made to go back to their hut, only to slip on ice and land on the snow-covered rocks and the hard ground with a loud thump.
"Ow. . ." He groaned softly in pain as he struggled to sit up only to feel white hot pain shoot up his side. He whimpered as he fell back down and looked around within his limited line of vision. "Tomi?"
Tom, who had been wandering around a little as he continued his futile search for their friends, looked back at where his twin was. He blinked as his baby brother came into view, eyes widening when he caught sight of crimson starting to stain the pure white of the snow at his side. "Billa?" He asked as he rushed over to the fallen figure, gathering him up in his arms.
Bill hissed as the other male's arm brushed across the large gash in his side that had been caused by him falling onto a sharp rock. He whimpered softly, huddling closer to his twin to replace the warmth leaving his body at a rapid pace. Tom gently placed one arm under the ebony haired male's knees, the other behind his back, and lifted him up as one would carry a bride. The younger of the two yelped indignantly, locking his arms around his older brother's neck for fear of being dropped.
The dreadlocked teen carried his baby brother back to their home, laying him on one of the beds of hay before starting to remove the thin male's cloth shirt so he could treat the wound. Bill hissed in pain, digging his teeth into his bottom lip to take his mind off the burning in his side. Once he was done bandaging the wound, Tom sat up and looked out the small window of their house and frowned, seeing that it had already begun to get dark out.
"Looks like I missed meeting another woman." He mumbled, running a hand through his dreadlocks, untying the loose leather strap keeping them bound together and allowing the dreads to fall around his shoulders.
"Sorry. . ." The younger male said softly, eyes downcast onto the dirt floor.
"No, no, it's alright, I didn't really like her anyway." Tom said quickly, reaching out to pull his twin into a gentle hug.
"You sure?" Bill asked quietly, looking up at him with big, hopeful eyes.
A grin broke out onto the other male's face and he nodded, pressing a kiss to the younger's forehead. "Of course, you're more important than she could ever hope to be. Now sleep, I'll go out to find Georg and Gustav to make sure they aren't mad at us."
The ebony haired male nodded and lay down, soon falling asleep. Tom smiled, placing a fur blanket over him before going out of the hut to go check on their friends.