anonymous asked: Frosted, whoever?
Warnings: None
Characters: Dr. Schneeplestein, Jackieboy Man
Superhero AU
"…The first frost is early this year," Henrik murmured from the window; the white marks spiderwebbed across it and he couldn't help but glare at them. With a sigh, he let the curtain fall shut and wheeled away from it with a frown.
Jackie glanced at him over his glasses. "Where're you going?"
"Mm… A walk, I think." He grabbed a light hood from where it was folded near the door and slipped it on, followed by a blanket tucked around his legs. "Won't be long before the snow makes it too difficult. Would you like to come?"
"Oh! Yeah, sure!" The younger man jumped to his feet and tripped around the coffee table to grab his jacket off the door.
"How is it you are the one to always run into things?" Henrik teased as a plastic vase on the table tipped over. They'd learned to stop putting real flowers in it; the fake ones spilled out onto the floor. At least they were harder to ruin the petals on.
Jackie just rolled his eyes and nudged his friend's chair with his foot. "Says the guy who ran my toes over yesterday."
"Bah. You stepped in front of me and were asking for it, mein Freund."
They were both laughing as they left the apartment and locked it behind them. When they left the building, there was a slight chill to the air. Nothing too bad, and Henrik thought it was the perfect temperature, really.
"Is a bit slippery," Henrik warned when one of his wheels spun in place for a moment. This side of the building was cast in shade; the sunny street beyond already had the night's frost melted, though.
His warning apparently came too late. Jackie yelped as a foot shot out from beneath him to send him onto his back end. The older man bit his cheek in an attempt not to laugh as he offered a hand to help Jackie back up.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Jackie stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, yeah. And don't act like you totally weren't trying not to laugh."
A hand over the heart as he looked innocently over his glasses. "I would never!"
"Yeah. Uh-huh." He ducked into a slight crouch. "Last one to the coffee shop pays?"
"Oh, you play a dangerous game, Jackie Marr!" Henrik grinned, hands gripping his wheels. "We both know who always wins."
"Hey! I've won three times! You've only won like… Oh."
Henrik only laughed as he took off. He'd lost count of how many wins he had.
