okay so this book is literally gonna be filled with Peter Edmund brotherly one shots (and sometimes maybe 2/3 shots)

Some will get quite angsty though, just saying. But who doesn't like angst?

Also, some of these I have posted on my Wattpad, others will just be posted on here

Anyway, hope you like them.


1: I couldn't just let you die


"So." Peter muttered, his teeth chattering as he brushed snow from his hair. "Guess one of us should test the ice."

Edmund nodded slowly, shivering rather a lot more than Peter and wrapping his coat tightly around himself. "Yeah." He choked. "That's probably a good idea."

Peter stared at the frozen river in front of them, sighing and looking slightly worried.

About a week ago the two of them had left to pay a visit to the beavers, who'd decided to go back and stay in their house at the dam for a while, with the promise that they would of course come back to Cair soon.

Susan and Lucy had obviously wanted to come, but unfortunately they had other stuff to do, much to Lucy's annoyance.

Peter and Edmund actually hadn't meant to stay for a whole week, but Narnia had suddenly been hit by a huge snowstorm, leading to them having to stay with the beavers and wait it out.

Those few days in the beavers house had been tough, what with Edmund having a nightmare every night, and then being tired and grumpy all day, and then not to mention how cold it actually was in the small wooden house.

That's why the second the storm had passed, Peter decided that they should probably both head back to Cair, before the cold became too much for Edmund.

What he hadn't expected though was the river to be frozen solid. On the way there, they'd crossed at a shallow part, but now with the whole thing covered in ice, it was impossible to find that, so they'd just have to risk it and cross.

Peter was snapped from his thoughts when he saw Edmund slowly slide down the bank, wincing when his feet sunk into the snow.

"Ed?" He questioned, sliding down after him. "What an earth are you doing?"

Edmund glanced up at him, frowning. "Checking the ice." He explained. "To see if it's strong enough."

Peter nearly laughed. "I meant me." He said, eyebrow raised.

Edmund shook his head. "No, I'll do it." He said. "You never know, it could break."

"And that's exactly why I'm going!" Peter exclaimed.

"I'm lighter Peter." Edmund said. "It makes more sense."

"Well if we're trying to find out if it will break or not, shouldn't I go? Seeming as I'm heavier?" Peter said, frowning a little. "Because if it doesn't break, they'll eventually be two of us on there."

"Not if we cross one at a time." Edmund said, glancing back and raising an eyebrow at Philip, who was stood a little way behind next to Peter's horse, watching the two brothers with a slightly amused look.

"There's no way I'm letting you on that ice alone." Peter snapped, getting a little frustrated now.

"I can swim you know." Edmund muttered.

"I know." Peter snapped back. "But it's too cold to even attempt to swim."

Edmund sighed, shaking the falling snow from his hair with a shudder. "Exactly! If that ice cracks you could die!" He said. "It's freezing!"

Peter this time did laugh in disbelief. "Ed you're already a lot colder than I am!" He said. "And incase you've forgotten, I've been across a frozen river before, you haven't."

"And that's another reason why I should go." Edmund answered simply.

Peter stared at him for a moment before turning to face Philip. "You tell him will you?" He asked. "He might listen to you."

Philip said nothing for a moment before opening his mouth. "I - I don't think he's listened to either of us Sir." He said hesitantly.

Peter frowned, before he turned back around, only to see Edmund slowly making his way across the ice, tapping his foot against it every few steps to test its strength.

"Edmund!" He cried, eyes going wide.

"Stay where you are Peter!" Edmund called back. "It'll definitely break if you come charging over."

Peter took a deep breath. "I'm gonna kill him." He muttered.

"I heard that!"

Peter rolled his eyes when Edmund said this, his heart pounding.

"Don't worry." Edmund said when he was about twenty metres from Peter. "It's pretty strong. But just wait a minute."

Peter glared at his brother, but the glare disappeared when there was a loud crack.

Edmund froze, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before hesitantly opening them.

Peter's heart skipped a beat when there was another crack. "Ed don't move!" He cried. "I'm coming to get you!"

"No!" Edmund called. "I'll - I'll try and make my way back."

"Ugh I knew you shouldn't of gone!" Peter cried, tears stinging his eyes. If that ice cracked...

"I'd be thinking the same if you went." Edmund told him, inching his way cautiously across the ice.

Peter ran a hand through his hair, unable to calm himself down, and Edmund obviously guessed this.

"Just breathe Peter." He said gently. "In and out, come on, I'm fine."

"I won't calm down until you're back here." Peter snapped. "And then I'm gonna kill you myself."

Edmund rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly. "How many times have you actually threatened me with that?" He asked.

Peter swallowed hard. "Just get back here now." He said quickly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Edmund muttered.

Peter held his breath as he watched Edmund.

His brother had only taken a few steps since the ice had cracked, and he was still a fair distance away, causing Peter more worry than he could cope with.

But that worry was replaced with pure and utter horror when the ice cracked and gave way under Edmund, sending him straight into the freezing water.

"Edmund!" Peter screamed, his voice cracking. He watched as Edmund resurfaced, gasping and coughing as he tried to grab the edge of the ice, but his hands just kept slipping, and he was struggling to stay above the water.

"Ed stop struggling so much!" Peter panicked, already inching his way across the ice, hearing Philip run over too. "You'll use up all your energy!"

But Edmund didn't seem to hear him, and the gasps that reached Peter were heartbreaking, causing him to walk just a little faster.

Once he was a short distance away he slowly knelt down and reached out his hand. "Ed grab my hand!" He choked.

Edmund let out another harsh cough, and Peter was worried to see that he'd gone as white as a piece of paper, and his lips were already blue.

"Ed come on." Peter cried, reaching as far as he dared.

It took a moment, but Edmund eventually managed to grab hold of his brothers hand, gripping it tightly.

But a second later, he stopped struggling and his hand went limp in Peter's, his head disappearing under the water.

Peter's eyes went wide and he tugged as hard as he could, hoping to get Edmund's head above the water.

But his heart stopped when he heard a small rip, and looking down, just about managing to see through the water, that Edmund's coat had caught on a branch under the water, preventing him from resurfacing.

Swearing under his breath, Peter pulled as hard as he could, a harsh sob escaping him.

He wasn't thinking straight by this point, and he just kept yanking on Edmund's arm, trying his hardest to atleast get his head above the water.

"Take his coat off!"

He froze at the sound of Philips voice. Why hadn't he thought of that?

Because you're panicking too much!

Swallowing hard, Peter reached over as far as he dared, and without letting go of his brothers hand, somehow managed to take off his coat.

The second Edmund was free, Peter pulled him completely out of the water and dragged him all the way back to the bank, collapsing into the snow and taking deep breaths.

He didn't rest for long though.

Two seconds later he sat up, laying Edmund on the floor and staring at him, his heart pounding.

Edmund was still unconscious, not breathing, face white and lips blue.

"Ed?" Peter choked, giving his brother a shake. "Ed wake up!"

But Edmund didn't move.

Peter swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and doing the only thing he could think of.

Pressing his hands to his brothers chest he started compressions, probably with a little more force than intended.

"Come on Ed." He choked, counting in his head. Five, six, seven.

Philip and Peter's horse watched on with anxious faces, but Peter ignored them, only concentrating on getting his brother to just breathe.

"Please." Peter sobbed. Ten, eleven, twelve. "By Aslan Ed wake up!"

But still Edmund didn't move.

"Ed I'm begging you just breathe!!" Peter cried. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. "You can't do this! Ed you can't die! Just wake up!!-" Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three. "Bloody hell Ed wake up!"

Twenty five, twenty six, twenty...

All of a sudden Edmund let out a harsh cough, followed by a gasp as he tried to get rid of the water in his mouth.

Sobbing in relief Peter yanked Edmund into a sitting position and leant him over, patting his back maybe a little too hard.

Edmund coughed up quite a bit of water before relaxing, taking deep breaths and trying to get as much air as possible.

"It's okay." Peter choked. "You're okay."

Edmund coughed a few more times before leaning back against Peter, swallowing hard as his eyes finaly flickered open. "P - Peter." He choked.

Peter let out another sob before turning Edmund around and wrapping his arms tightly around him, burying his face against his shoulder. "You idiot, you idiot, you idiot." He sobbed, trembling hard.

Edmund couldn't speak because of how cold he was, so instead he just buried his face against Peter's neck, trying to get as close to him as possible and weave his hands under his coat to grip the surprisingly warm tunic Peter was wearing.

"You idiot." Peter choked again. "I knew you shouldn't of done it. I knew something like this would happen."

Edmund's eyes filled with tears as Peter said this, and he once again tried to get closer, his teeth chattering so loudly is was starting to give him a headache.

Eventually Peter managed to pull himself together enough to slip off his own coat and wrap it tightly around Edmund, who still had his face buried against Peter's neck.

"It's gonna be alright." Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll get you warm. I promise."

Reaching over towards Philip, he grabbed a blanket from one of the bags, wrapping it around Edmund's shoulders and pulling him as close as he could, but this only caused Edmund to groan.

"Ed?" Peter questioned, sounding extremely worried.

"My - My arm." Edmund managed to choke. "It hurts."

Guilt hit Peter like a ton of bricks and he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd been yanking so hard he'd hurt his brother.

What if he'd dislocated it?

"And - And my leg."

Peter frowned, removing the blanket from Edmund's legs and swallowing hard at the fairly deep cut going across his left shin. He must've caught it on that branch. Peter thought, tears stinging his eyes once again.

"We need to find a cave or something." He choked, glancing up at Philip and his horse. "Somewhere out of the snow, where I can build a fire."

"There was one back not far from here." Philip told him.

Peter nodded. "Ed?" He asked, looking back down at his brother. "I'm gonna carry you alright? It might hurt you leg a bit."

Edmund didn't respond in the slightest, and when Peter lifted him into his arms, he made no complaint, which really worried Peter.

It took them around five minutes to reach a small cave, and Peter immediately sat Edmund against the rocky wall, wrapping the coat and blanket back around him properly.

"Ed?" He asked after a moment.

"Yeah?" Edmund answered, shivering as he glanced up at his brother.

"I'm gonna go and get some snow to clean your leg alright? We'll just have to wait for it to melt a little." Peter said gently.

Edmund nodded slowly. "Okay." He murmered.

Peter nodded back and turned to Philip. "Keep an eye on him." He said, reaching into his bag for a bowl. "And make sure he stays awake."

"I will." Philip said. "Don't worry."

Peter gave him a grateful smile before rushing from the cave.

He bent down just outside and filled the small bowl with snow, willing for it to just melt.

He soon realised that he wouldn't be able to build a fire, every stick would be covered in snow, making it wet.

Sighing sadly he walked back into the cave, kneeling beside his still awake brother and rolling up his trouser leg, getting a harsh gasp from Edmund.

"It's okay." He murmered, cringing slightly at the sight of the cut. "We'll just wait for this snow to melt and then I'll clean this alright?"

Edmund nodded, still shivering. Although not as much as he had been, which Peter took to be a good sign.

"Let's take a look at your arm." Peter choked out after a second.

Edmund hesitantly lifted his right arm, wincing a little as he did.

Peter immediately checked it over, and almost collapsed in relief when he found that it wasn't dislocated. "I think you've just pulled a muscle or something." He breathed.

Edmund nodded a little, pulling the blanket tighter around him.

"How you feeling?" Peter asked hesitantly.

Edmund swallowed hard. "I'm warming up." He whispered, nodding a little.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good." He mumbled, before grabbing a cloth and soaking up some of the melted snow before pressing it against Edmund's leg.

Edmund winced and flinched away, getting a quiet sigh from Peter. "It's gonna hurt more because of how cold you are." He mumbled sadly.

Edmund sighed. "Yeah I know." He whispered.

Peter hesitantly pressed the cloth against the cut again, swallowing hard at the gasp that escaped his brother.

Once Peter was satisfied that there was no chance of an infection, he dropped the cloth and shuffled over to sit beside Edmund, wrapping his arms around him and placing a kiss to his wet hair.

Edmund sighed and buried his face against his brothers chest, moving closer to get warmer.

"I knew I should've done it." Peter murmered after a while.

Edmund shook his head. "Then it would be you like this." He sighed. "And I'd rather it be me than you."

Peter swallowed hard, tears in his eyes once again. "I - I'm sorry about your arm." He mumbled after a while.

Edmund frowned at this. "Why are you sorry?" He asked, his shivering slowing by the minute.

"After you passed out, your coat got caught on a branch under the water." Peter murmered. "I wasnt thinking straight seeming as your head was under the water, and I just kept tugging your arm instead of taking your coat off."

Edmund sighed. "It's not your fault Peter." He said quietly. "I'm pretty sure if I saw - that, happening to you, I wouldn't be able to think straight either."

Peter swallowed hard and buried his face against Edmund's wet hair, letting the tears slowly fall.

"Thank you." Edmund whispered after a while. "For not giving up when I didn't wake."

Peter took a deep breath. "I couldn't give up." He choked. "You're my brother. I couldn't just let you die."

Edmund smiled and wrapped his arm around Peter, hugging him tightly.

"But next time Ed-" Peter said quickly. "It's my turn."

Edmund smirked. "Who's to say they'll be a next time?" He questioned.

Peter chuckled. "It's us Ed." He murmered, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course they'll be a next time."


The End