Chapter: 011/011
Word Count: 192
Pairings: Doomageddon/Doktor Frogg
Characters: Doomageddon, Doktor Frogg
Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Chapter Summary: 011. Your dog will want to comfort you when you are upset.; Doomageddon couldn't help himself when he found Doktor Frogg in his closet.
AN: Oh geez, it only took three days to get here. xD I'm so glad that this is done, finally. I couldn't be happier right now if I tried. 8D Thank you, guys, for checking this out!
Chapter Eleven: If I'm Not Mistaken
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Doomageddon followed the sounds of a crying Frogg to his closet, poking his head inside. The good doktor was curled in on himself, sobbing into his clawed hands, shoulders shaking with the force of it. Unsure of what to do, at first, the Hellhound leaned in to lick at the salty trail of tears down the other's cheek, getting those goggle-clad eyes on him. They were rather waterlogged, and he reached up and lifted them so the excess liquid could drain.
"I don't feel like being a chew toy, right now, Doomageddon." He whispered, voice cracking with misues, before he squealed when the Hound picked him up bridal style and carried him to his bed. A flash of blue flame and he was gone, coming back seconds later with Voltar's blanket, wrapping the other in it and pulling himself onto the bed, snuggling in around him. It was oddly comforting, and Frogg didn't know when he fell asleep in Doomy's arms, but he knew the warmth wrapped around him when he woke up to a dark bedroom was the League's Hellhound.
"Good boy, Doomageddon." He whispered, getting a low snore in response.
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AN: I am so happy to see this finished. ; u; Hope to see you guys in the next fic!
