Two in one night! Though this one is kind of short, so I'm sorry. :(

This was originally started during BB and Rae week, hence the title. But obviously, I suck at follow through, so it didn't happen.

EaD

Raven was drawn out of her sleep by a persistent, familiar, lovingly irritating voice. She shifted, burying her face in her pillow, trying to drown him out.

"Wake up," Garfield murmured in her ear. "Wakey, wakey, Rae."

She moved deeper beneath the comforter, the cold air on her bare shoulders doing more than his voice to rouse her.

He chuckled and fingers began tracing up her spine. "Wake up, honey."

Raven frowned into the pillow, "I vetoed that name months ago."

"I know, but now you're talking. Come on. It's time for your present," he told her.

She lifted her head and glared at him. "Waking me up in the middle of the night is not the best method for getting lucky."

His laugh sent shivers up her spine despite her comment. "No, I'm still a little worn out from earlier. This is different. So get up, get dressed. Wear something warm," he said.

Raven glanced at the clock, "Gar, it's midnight, what are we-"

"Don't ruin the surprise by thinking, okay?" he asked her. "Hurry up."

Biting back her questions, Raven listened to him and slipped out of the bed to get dressed. As she layered up, Raven looked around their comfortable hotel room.

When Garfield had said he wanted to decide their honeymoon, she'd been hesitant but allowed it. When he said that they were going to Iceland, she'd been startled. He'd been joking about beaches and bikinis, so when he finally told her Raven had been taken aback. Why Iceland? And in the middle of winter, no less.

The past few days here had been amazing. During the days, they'd visited the national park and museums, Raven spending hours pouring over old mythology books. They'd gone swimming in a hot spring, seen the Gullfoss waterfall, and Icelandic horses. Beast Boy had shifted and run with them for a while, causing the other tourists to stop and gape at the green horse among the others.

During the nights…Raven blushed and pulled her scarf tight around her neck. They hadn't waited, but they'd taken some time off before their wedding to make it more enjoyable. And it had been enjoyable. Over and over again.

"Hey, can you help me with the scarf?" Garfield asked.

Raven crossed their room and straightened it, tucking it beneath his collar. Taking advantage of the proximity, Raven leaned up and tugged him down by his scarf, pressing her lips to his. Garfield breathed in, deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around her. He broke away after a moment, and bumped her nose with his, "Ready?" he murmured, handing her a black knit cap.

Half-tempted to say screw the present and convince Garfield to remain here, Raven behaved, pulling the hat on over her hair, tucking a mittened hand into his and following him out the door.

They went down to the main floor, where Garfield talked with a man for a moment, leaving Raven to swelter in the heat of the lobby. Before she could complain, Garfield returned, backpack and keys in hand.

Outside, he stopped next to a snowmobile, tying the backpack on.

Raven eyed him as he got on the vehicle, motioning for her to join him. She did, wrapping her arms around his waist, "You've driven one of these before?"

"Nope."

"Wonderful."

He laughed and gunned the engine, making the snowmobile leap forward.

Raven kept her eyes open for part of the ride, watching the snow and ice fly around them. It was a clear night, though the moon wasn't out, so the drifts of white only faintly reflected the stars above. The most light came from the snowmobile's headlights, which cut a bright path in front of them. Tucked against Garfield, Raven barely felt the cold on her face.

They were staying by Lake Myvatn, close to the Krafla volcano, and it was to the edge of this that Garfield drove them. He killed the engine, the snow crunching beneath his boots as he hopped off and grabbed the backpack, taking Raven's hand and leading her down to the very edge of the water.

It was beautiful. The starlight made the lake glow and they were far enough away from the city lights that the sky was pristine in black and burning white.

The backpack contained two thick blankets, one which Garfield laid out on the ground. He bowed – grinning and ruining the gallantry slightly – and said, "Your throne."

Raven smirked and settled onto the thick wool blanket, some of the cold still seeping through the bottom. Garfield settled right behind, his legs on either side on her, nudging her to scoot back against him. She did and Garfield pulled the second blanket around his shoulders, tucking the ends in around Raven's chin.

"Warm enough?" he asked her, his chest rumbling behind her.

With the two blankets and Garfield's arms wrapped around her, Raven was quite comfortable. "Mhmm," she murmured, leaning into him.

For a moment, Garfield seemed content to sit in silence with her, nothing but the two of them and the stars. A quiet moment for the two of them was difficult to get, so Raven enjoyed this one as much as she could. Just her and Garfield. Her and her husband.

She still wasn't used to the word.

Garfield rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing his cold nose to her neck and making her flinch.

"Knock it off," she warned him.

He chuckled, hugging her tighter against him. "So, figure out the reason for the honeymoon yet?"

"Seemed fairly straightforward to me," Raven deadpanned, making him laugh. The sound echoed off the glassy surface, bouncing across the water to the other side.

"No. I meant why it's here," he clarified, the smile still in his voice.

Raven shook her head and Garfield nuzzled against her shoulder. "People don't really like Iceland. Everyone was shocked when I told them this is where we were going. They think it's cold. Depressing. Dark. Gloomy."

Raven frowned slightly, the adjectives sounding uncomfortably familiar. It was driven home as Garfield added, "Sound like anyone you know?"

Raven didn't respond, but turned in Garfield's embrace to catch sight of his eyes. They were gentle and asked her to trust him. She turned back towards the lake and swallowed past the sudden knot, "Yes."

He found her hands beneath the blankets, squeezing them gently. "Everyone calls Iceland those things, but nobody bothers to come out here and see it for themselves. They just write it off. They don't see the culture and the stories, or take time to find the hot springs, or realize that all of this hides an amazing power." His voice dropped an octave as it got quieter, "They don't see the fire."

Raven shivered at his tone and Garfield pressed cool lips against her neck for a moment. He drew back and took a calming breath. "And even though I'm kind of glad Iceland doesn't share all of that with everyone," he spoke again, finding some semblance of self-control, "sometimes I think Iceland believes all the negative things people say about it."

The metaphor was becoming clumsy. However, Raven just tucked her head beneath Garfield's chin, "As long as you like Iceland, I don't think it minds."

"I mind," Garfield told her. "I mind that Iceland doesn't see how beautiful it is. Inside and out."

Raven chuckled, "Garfield, you don't need-"

She trailed off, green lights dancing on the surface of the lake drawing her attention. They shimmered and split across the water, purple bouncing off the water to join the green.

Raven got to her feet, the blanket slipping off as she lifted her gaze to the sky. Though she heard Garfield stand as well, she couldn't look away. Streaming threads of green and purples lights twisted in the sky above them, vibrant near the center and ghostly trails left behind. It glowed like a beacon in the black sky, shining and miraculous.

She finally turned to Garfield, wanting to make sure he was sharing this with her. His face was lifted to the sky as well, purple reflecting in his eyes, amazed and awed. Feeling her gaze on him, he glanced down at her and smiled, that same amazed look in his eyes.

"This is what I see," Garfield murmured. "All the time."

She returned to his arms, holding tightly to him as they stood on the edge of the lake, the green and purple glow dancing above.