Love and Devotion
Prompt: Scarf Sharing
Summary: Alfred is not made for the cold. Luckily, his boyfriend is.
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It was freezing outside! Alfred already regretted having sprinted out into the streets the mere second Ivan sent him a message asking him to go out for dinner, but here he was, standing by the no longer operational fountain, puffs of breath escaping his trembling lips and hands buried themselves deep within the pockets of his pants.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, jumping from one foot to the other, hoping his toes wouldn't fall off in the process.
"Alfred!"
Looking to his side, he saw Ivan running at him, long coat flapping behind him as he raised an arm in greeting. Alfred's jaw dropped, before he began yelling. "Are you insane? Close your coat, you're gonna freeze to death!"
Ivan slowed down to a leisurely trot before stopping next to him, leaning down for a kiss to the lips in greeting. Straightening back up, he shrugged, snowy locks perfectly dishevelled from that little sprint. "I am fine. Is not too cold."
"Not too cold?" Alfred repeated, a few pitches higher. "It's like, minus a million degrees! The new ice age has begun, we're all gonna die!"
Ivan laughed at his boyfriend's silly antics, then grew quiet as he saw the other's shivering and flushed skin. Gently pulling him closer, he unwinded his favourite scarf for a bit before draping it partially over Alfred's head, drawing them closer still.
Alfred's cheeks were red for more than one reason now. "N-no, you don't have to, I'll be fine, I can take a little hypothermia…"
Ivan smiled, booping their noses together. "I insist," he said silkily, and Alfred could only hide his cheeky grin by turning his head and smothering it in the fabric of the fluffy scarf.
The began walking slowly, lazily, leaning against one another as they strolled past several restaurants and cafes, taking their time to pick one out even though it was still cold as hell. Alfred took a deep breath, smelling cinnamon and pine. Ivan's scarf always had many different aromas hanging about it, seeing as he took it near everywhere, but still it managed to somehow keep smelling distinctly Ivan. He was grateful for that fact, for this gift, and to show his gratitude, he once more turned his head to press a wet kiss to Ivan's cheek, loving the surprised yet fond gaze he got in return.
