(i don't own it.)
i have a bunch of headcanons for how the Krew sleeps thanks to this. my original idea was gonna be different (and probably happier), but then i realized it fit more for Borra and now i wanna write the Borra version of how this would go just to be contrary. what can i say, i'm a multishipper. anyway, here's this short whatever-it-is.
day twenty-five: winter.
It wasn't unusual for Korra to wake up and realize she'd once again stolen all the blankets. What was unusual was the fact that all the blankets seemed to be an enormous pile of every quilt they owned.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes and shoving the pile off her. "Mako?"
She could see him moving in the dim light from the window, walking back into their bedroom with yet another blanket in his hands.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"It's cold outside," he mumbled as he threw it over her and leaned over to tuck it around her legs as best he could with the thick layer the others made. That seemed to be the last one, because then he climbed into his side of the bed, slipped under the single sheet there, and curled up in a tiny ball with his back to her.
She kicked at the pile so it was easier to scoot closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Mako, come on, it's freezing," and it was; now that she was outside of the covers, her skin prickled with goosebumps. She slid her hands down his arms and covered his, which were clenched into tight fists, knuckles white and tendons popping. "Your hands are like ice, are you okay?"
He didn't resist when she tugged on his shoulder, letting her roll him over to her. His eyes were squeezed shut. He was shivering.
"Hey." She shook him. "Hey, Mako, wake up. Mako. Wake up." And she knew better than to say it was just a nightmare because it wasn't, not for him. "Come on, it's all okay now." But that – that was the truth.
Mako's eyes snapped open, took a moment to seize on her in the dark, and when his expression started to clear and lighten, he embraced her, gently, but he held her as if he never wanted to let go.