"Karkat, hurry up and take a picture of me and this adorabloodthirsty waddling aquatic feather beast!"
Hefting his tripod over a shoulder, Karkat grumbled about a place without the midnight sun so he could sleep for Jegus' sake, without toilets frozen in the morning when he needed them, and above all, without the cold and wind and frozen toes.
Yet he had followed her to the ends of the Earth because he couldn't imagine a place without her.
Originally posted on my Tumblr, nuttysaladtree. Thanks to dreamnorn for the prompt and to readers like you. Enjoy!