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From: (Anonymous)

As he and Ignis were keeping an eye on Noct, the Naragami had the time to corner Prompto. The slithering mess of scales and water spread itself in front of the boy and fomed a barrier between him and his friends, blocking out direct eye contact between them. Prompto stood between a rock and a hard place, strangling a gun like a lifeline before he got his voice to obey him. "A little help here?"

"Shit", Gladio cursed and helped Noct up. The prince was once again full of life as he summoned a greatsword and took a few steps forwards. Determination made his musces tense and tremble, though no amount of preparation could've readied him for what was about to come next.

A fast eye could see an object being thrown over the daemon's head. The little circular flask illuminated a faint light of cold light across the air before gravity made it fall downwards.

Ignis' eyes widened as he put two and two together.

"Prompto, no!" was the last thing anyone heard before the cast hit the floor and a Blizzard was summoned into the room.

Coldness swept through every one of them as the winds picked up and snow started to fall. Both Gladiolus and Ignis threw themselves in front of Noct to shield him from the cast and its magic, and within mere seconds the room stilled to a pause. The only noise was Prompto's rabid breathing, as he readjusted his Bioblaster and shot at the Naragami to break it to thousands and thousands little pieces.

The body of their enemy had shielded him from the worst of what the cast would've had to offer, so he was the first on his feet and running towards his companions. All three of them were still frozen in place, though Noctis' teeth clattering gave him away from beneath Ignis' and Gladiolus' bodies. The elemencies around them were still at work as Prompto knelt on the floor to cup the prince's head between his hands.

"Noct, are you okay?" he asked and tried to keep his body from trembling. "I got the snake now, we're safe now."

"Safe? Safe?!" Ignis raised his voice as the ice on his muscles started to melt. "You used a Blizzard on a reptile-based enemy while we're in the line of fire, is this what you call safe?"

"I panicked, okay? What was I supposed to do?" the blonde yelled back and let his hands drop from Noctis' face. All his previous panicking had now transformed into pure frustration towards Ignis. "And I finished it, why're you so worked up on this?"

"Because I told you not to. You're lucky it was already in a brink of death; reptiles are poikilothermic creatures and don't take damage from cold. They'll only slow down for a time the cast takes effect and continue unscatched once it's over. You could've put us all in danger for no profit."

"Well, I didn't. And had you had my back, I wouldn't have had to..."

"Guys", came Noctis' weak voice. "There's something wrong with Gladio."

That shut up both yelling men. The strangled way Noctis' voice came out made them look at him and Gladiolus, whose body was still curled on top of the prince, frozen in place. He hadn't moved an inch even though the Blizzard was long gone.

Without a second thought Ignis freed himself of his jacket and threw it on their friend. "We need to warm him up. There's a possibility of brain damage due to lack of oxygen if the respiratory system isn't working, so we really need to work fast."

Prompto untied the flannel on his waist to lay it on Gladio's shoulders as Noct started to rummage through their bags for a Phoenix Down, a Gold Needle, anything. He comes up with nothing. "Who's got the Fira casts?"

"No", Ignis commands. "Absolutely not. We're not using another cast in this situation."

"Then you come up with something! Why hasn't he moved yet, what's up with him?"

"I don't know yet. He should've come out of it already."

While the prince and his advisor were bickering over Gladio's back, Prompto had gotten on his feet to scout the surrounding hallways. "I'll go get something to start a fire with", he said before hastily running to the previous room in which he was sure he'd seen some dry roots hanging from the ceiling.

Ignis reached behind himself and brought a vial in front of Noctis' face. "Could you warm this up for me?"

With a nod Noct touched the glass flask and made it warm up with a tiny amount of magic he was able to summon. He'd been so dependant on elemental casts of destruction that he really couldn't use them to warm his friend up without catastrophical conclusions.

The second they'd gotten Gladios to drink a gulp of the warmed up potion his eyes fluttered open and he's breathing became regular. With the ability to move came also the shivering and the trembling of his body, and Noctis was worried that he was about to bite his tongue off with how hard his teeth were clattering.

"Why is he this wet?" Ignis asked as he took off Gladiolus' jacket from beneath his and Prompto's clothes. "A blizzard only drops the temperature, but he's frozen solid."

Noct explained him how the daemon had shot at them and K.O.'d him while doing so. His explanation grew rapid as he tried to warm Gladio up by running his hands up and down his back and upper arms, but there was no sign of him getting better before Prompto came back. He was still trembling and unresponsive, but living up to his status Prompto found something positive to say.

"His lips aren't as blue anymore", the blonde sais as he dropped a pile of roots, leaves, and trash on the floor. "He's warming up."

They lit up a little makeshift fire and gathered around it. Noctis, being wet himself, could feel the coldness creeping into his bones, but he didn't dare to voice it before Gladio's teeth had stopped clicking together and the man'd fallen asleep. He must've been exhausted to doze off like that.

Had it been Prompto or him, they wouldn't have survived the hypothermia, had Ignis told Noctis. They were discussing the situation, their options and possible outcomes with silent voices, both of them still moving their hands on Gladolius' body to provide even the tiniest bit of friction to bring warmth.

The situation was indeed grim, though by every passing second they were further from the possibility of Gladio's body freezing to death. Ignis busied himself with finding anything eatable from the chamber or the hallways while Prompto snuggled to Gladio's chest and fell asleep. Noct was sitting there with Gladios' head on his lap, idly stroking his fingers through the man's damp hair and watching the fire play around the twigs and leaves.

If only they'd be home now, none of this would've happened.

---

"How long was I out?"

"Approximately eight hours, give or take."

Gladio sat dumbfounded on the floor with two of his friends on his lap. His skin was still irritated and red, but altogether he was feeling so much better given the fact he couldn't recall the ending of the last battle at all. "So, want to fill me in?"

Ignis took a sip of his lukewarm tea before sighing. "Noctis told me you got hit by a water blast before Prompto threw a Blizzard to save his hide. You tried to shield the prince and got frozen, fell unconscious, and were about to die of hypothermia. We warmed you up though."

"Yeah, I figured I was still alive", the man mused. "Wasn't really expecting the afterlife to have these kinds of virgins waiting for me."

"You're talking about the only son of King of Lucis, whom you're supposed to look after. Try to be more mature about it."

"What, not backing up Prompto? Iggy, you've gotten soft."

"He's a part of the problem at the moment, there's really nothing I can say to save his neck right now."

"At least he didn't turn into a toad again."

"Actually", came a high pitched voice from his lap, "if I had turned into a frog, I would've survived the Blizzard. I'm pretty sure frogs are reptiles and reptiles are poikilothermic as well."

The grin on the blonde's face was an apologetic one and aimed at Gladiolus. The bastard had been awake to find an opening in the conversation in which to chime in. Ignis couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're quite right."

"We should really stop teaching Prompto such difficult words", Gladio said to Ignis before turning his gaze to the man on his lap. "Do you even know what it means? "Poikilothermic"?"

"Nah", Prompto laughed and shut his eyes once again. "I only know that reptiles are like that but you aren't, and that's why you almost died on us."

A light silence fell on them before Noctis stirred as well. His sleep-clogged eyes were shut as he made himself comfortable, though Glaido was sure the prince had just wiped drool all over his jeans.

"Don't do it again, I'd rather have you here as you are", came an order from royalty before he fell asleep again.

a/n: i hope this is even somewhat readable ^^

From: (Anonymous)

"Yeah, I figured I was still alive", the man mused. "Wasn't really expecting the afterlife to have these kinds of virgins waiting for me."

Laughed my ass off at this line. Not OP, but this fill was fantastic. Thanks for writing it.