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Of Snow and Men

***

"Daddies!" Pike cried as he came racing into Ike and Pit's bedroom. The height of their shared bed didn't daunt the child for a second, and he leapt it with the help of his tiny, white wings. The young bluenette then plopped down between his groggy parents.

"Nn?" Ike mumbled and stretched. "Pike?"

"Snoooooooow!" the six year old informed at the top of his voice. The larger bluenette winced from the assault on his hearing.

Pit jumped awake. "Snow?" he questioned excitedly and ran over to the nearest window. He pulled back the curtains and was nearly blinded. "Snow!" the larger Angel concurred happily before turning his attention to his husband.

Ike nodded, knowing the question before his spouse or his son could ask it. "Go get dressed so we can play outside."

Pike gave the bluenette a thankful hug before sprinting back the way he came. Pit jumped back in the bed with his lover and kissed him. "It's Pike's first snow! I can't wait to get him out there!"

Although the little cherub appeared to be six years old, he had been giving to the Brawlers only nine months before. Palutena had taken it upon herself to make them a child in celebration of their first year of marriage. Ike had been unsure of his ability as a father before, but his confidence was slowly rising. He loved Pike and was determined to give the young cherub everything he himself had been deprived of as a child.

Pit had just known from the start that he wanted a family, and he filled the role of Pike's mother flawlessly. The Angel and the mercenary made a good team.

"I know it's his first snow. He looks so excited," Ike agreed, giving his spouse a kiss. "Let's get dressed, Sweetheart. I know Pike isn't the only one eager to go play."

The bruenette ruffled his feathers. "I want to make a snowman."

Now more excited than ever, Pit flung himself from the warmth of the bed to go don his clothes.

***

The second the mansion doors opened, Pike froze. Not just from the shock of the temperature, but from the joy of seeing his familiar world look so different. The cherub rushed out into the snow, his blue jacket and whilte snow pants doing little to slow him down.

Pit giggled in his white and blue coat. "He's enjoying himself already."

Ike smiled but it flattened when Pike's laughter disappeared. "Pike?" he called.

No answer.

"Pike!" both parents called in unison. When their young son failed to answer a second time, the two parents sprinted off in different directions, calling the boy's name.

"PIKE?"

"Piiiike?"

"Pike?"

"PIKE?!"

Pit paused when he noticed the snow stir. "Baby?"

A mound of snow rose up and shook off, revealing the snow-capped bluenette. "I'm a snowman!" he declared, proudly.

Pit beamed. "Right! We're going to make snowmen!" The older Angel knelt down and carefully began to instruct his son in the delicate art of snowball-making.

Ike continued to comb through the snow-covered field, his heart pounding and his mind racing. Where did he go?! I can't lose him!

A small, tightly packed snowball bounced off the mercenary's butt.

"Got you, Daddy!" Pike declared while Pit giggled.

The large bluenette stood in shock before rushing over and scooping up his son. "Where were you?!"

Pike giggled. "Bein' a snowman."

Pit nodded in agreement. "Now we're going to build a snow-family! Come help us!" he called, already starting the base for one of them. Pike quickly took over and began running the snowball all over the yard.

Ike smiled, watching his young son work hard, using his wings for an extra boost. "Look at you go, buddy. Need any help?"

"No!"

Pit giggled.

"Oh, he TOLD you!" Roy taunted, launching a snowball and hitting the mercenary squarely in the face.

Pike halted his production to stare at his father, wondering how he would react to the assalt.

Brushing the snow off of his face, Ike revealed a dangerous smirk. "You're toast, Roy," he warned and then gave chase, herding the red head away from his husband and child. Unfortunately, this is exactly what the young noble wanted.

"Now!" the fiery swordsman called as he rounded the curb leading to Peach's garden. He dove behind a snow drift just as Marth and Link appeared from behind the bushes. The pair then assalted the bluenette with snowball after snowball.

Grumbling at his perdicament, Ike raised his hands in admittance of defeat. "Okay, I surren--"

Roy then popped up, launching a snowball directly into the larger man's face. "SURRENDER IS FOR THE WEAK!" he declared and reinitiated the attack.

Ike sighed as he was pelted with the frozen ammunition. He was also aware of a cold, wet, slushy sensation traveling down the back of his neck and seeping into his shirt. He swore under his breath. "Roy, would you please--"

"Daddy! The snowman's almost finished!" Pike announced as he fluttered over to his miserable father. "After you and daddy make yours, we'll have a snow-FAMILY!"

"I'm happy, my boy," the older bluenette assured, despite his obvious displeasure at his situation. He turned his broad back to the assalt to give his young son his undivided attention.

A rather big mistake on Ike's part.

"Changing targets," Roy muttered deviously as he set his sights on the tiny cherub. "Incoming!" he called and hit the poor boy squarely in his small face.

Pike toppled over backwarsd with the snow numbing his face, obscuring his vision, and imparing his ability to breathe. After a heartstopping moment of laying still in the snow, the young Angel reached up to dust off his face, only to let out a miserable wail.

"You're on your own, Roy!" Link called as he peeled out of the garden.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Marth called, as he too fled the battlefield, leaving the young red head to bake under Ike's furious gaze.

The former mercenary righted his son and held him, assuring him that all would be well. His enraged glare kept the fiery swordsman rooted to the spot, warning, It'll only be worse if you try to run.

Roy swallowed thickly.

"Why dont' you go to daddy Pit and have him kiss it better?" Ike suggested, stroking his son's snowy wings.

"Uh-oh-oh-kay, daddy," Pike hiccupped as he tried to calm down. Every time he sniffed, his sinuses strong from thesnow that had melted in them. "I will."

"That's a good boy," the mercenary praised. "I'll be right there." As the little cherub wobbled out of sight, Ike directed his attention to Roy.

"Uh, need I remind you that Christmas is a time of giving," the red head stated, his voice quivering as the bluenette advanced. "Forgiving, specifically. As in forgiving me for accidentally hitting your son with a snowball."

"Don't worry, Roy, there's going to be plenty of giving, and you're going to recieve. Because when it comes to teaching someone a lesson," Ike popped his knuckles. "It's better to give than to recieve."

***

A warm, chocolately scent filled the air as Pit filled three mugs with hot chocolate. "Pike!" the Angel called. "How many marshmallows do you want?"

The small cherub ceased his game with his second father to consider the question. "Hm... Can I have all the marshmallows?"

Ike playfully pouted. "You mean I don't get any?"

Pike reconsidered. "... Okay. Only half for me, Daddy!"

Pit smiled and filled his son's mug halfway with six marshmallows. "Okay."

"And give me the rest!" Ike called, tickling all those who opposed his demand. He didn't even notice when Marth and Link shyly walked in.

"Hey," the Hylian greeted softly. "Sorry you got snow up your nose earlier," he said to the tiny Angel.

The boy smiled. "It's okay! It didn't hurt a bit!" he informed proudly.

Marth and Link exchanged skeptical glances but said nothing.

"Thanks for checking up on my boy," Pit said as he walked into the warm glow of the common room. "Pike... Did Roy ever apologize for hitting you in the face?"

"No. I haven't seen him since Dad wanted to talk with him."

Ike grinned. "He's very sorry."

The prince and the Hylian were quiet.

Pike gratefully accepted his mug, not even considering the marshmallow to chocolate ratio as he downed the contents. Pit smiled and plopped down beside his husband, snuggling in the glow of the fire. Ike placed an arm around his spouse and held him close while he sipped on the hot drink.

"I'm happy with today," the brunette reflected, watching the flames dance along the embers of the log. "Our first real day of winter together was a success."

"Daddies! Daddies! Look at our snow family!" Pike cried, standing on the couch to look out the enormous window. Ike and Pit soon joined him. "They're all together," the cherub observed happily.

"Just like us," the mercenary agreed, hugging his Angels close.

"Aww... Ike," Pit cooed, kissing his spouse.

The young cherub pressed his forehead up to the glass to get a better look while his parents seemed preoccupied. A movement caught his eye, causing his brow to furrow. "Daddy Ike? I think the big snowman you made grew a little just now."

The large bluenette cleared his throat and stood. "Goddess, it got late fast. Time for bed, Pike," he informed, slinging his son over his shoulder.

The boy protested mildly byt soon consented to giggling as his father carried him off.

Confused, Pit stayed on the couch. He knew for a fact that it was still a bit early to be putting Pike to bed. He looked out the window and watched with wide eyes as Ike's snowman grew a few inches taller before toppling over backwards into a snow drift. In it's place, a groggy, bruised Roy stood up and looked around in a daze.

Pit sighed, now that he knew why Ike had spent so much time on the snowman after he had taken Pike inside to warm up.

(The End)

Description
Of Snow and Men

***

"Daddies!" Pike cried as he came racing into Ike and Pit's bedroom. The height of their shared bed didn't daunt the child for a second, and he leapt it with the help of his tiny, white wings. The young bluenette then plopped down between his groggy parents.

"Nn?" Ike mumbled and stretched. "Pike?"

"Snoooooooow!" the six year old informed at the top of his voice. The larger bluenette winced from the assault on his hearing.

Pit jumped awake. "Snow?" he questioned excitedly and ran over to the nearest window. He pulled back the curtains and was nearly blinded. "Snow!" the larger Angel concurred happily before turning his attention to his husband.

Ike nodded, knowing the question before his spouse or his son could ask it. "Go get dressed so we can play outside."

Pike gave the bluenette a thankful hug before sprinting back the way he came. Pit jumped back in the bed with his lover and kissed him. "It's Pike's first snow! I can't wait to get him out there!"

Although the little cherub appeared to be six years old, he had been giving to the Brawlers only nine months before. Palutena had taken it upon herself to make them a child in celebration of their first year of marriage. Ike had been unsure of his ability as a father before, but his confidence was slowly rising. He loved Pike and was determined to give the young cherub everything he himself had been deprived of as a child.

Pit had just known from the start that he wanted a family, and he filled the role of Pike's mother flawlessly. The Angel and the mercenary made a good team.

"I know it's his first snow. He looks so excited," Ike agreed, giving his spouse a kiss. "Let's get dressed, Sweetheart. I know Pike isn't the only one eager to go play."

The bruenette ruffled his feathers. "I want to make a snowman."

Now more excited than ever, Pit flung himself from the warmth of the bed to go don his clothes.

***

The second the mansion doors opened, Pike froze. Not just from the shock of the temperature, but from the joy of seeing his familiar world look so different. The cherub rushed out into the snow, his blue jacket and whilte snow pants doing little to slow him down.

Pit giggled in his white and blue coat. "He's enjoying himself already."

Ike smiled but it flattened when Pike's laughter disappeared. "Pike?" he called.

No answer.

"Pike!" both parents called in unison. When their young son failed to answer a second time, the two parents sprinted off in different directions, calling the boy's name.

"PIKE?"

"Piiiike?"

"Pike?"

"PIKE?!"

Pit paused when he noticed the snow stir. "Baby?"

A mound of snow rose up and shook off, revealing the snow-capped bluenette. "I'm a snowman!" he declared, proudly.

Pit beamed. "Right! We're going to make snowmen!" The older Angel knelt down and carefully began to instruct his son in the delicate art of snowball-making.

Ike continued to comb through the snow-covered field, his heart pounding and his mind racing. Where did he go?! I can't lose him!

A small, tightly packed snowball bounced off the mercenary's butt.

"Got you, Daddy!" Pike declared while Pit giggled.

The large bluenette stood in shock before rushing over and scooping up his son. "Where were you?!"

Pike giggled. "Bein' a snowman."

Pit nodded in agreement. "Now we're going to build a snow-family! Come help us!" he called, already starting the base for one of them. Pike quickly took over and began running the snowball all over the yard.

Ike smiled, watching his young son work hard, using his wings for an extra boost. "Look at you go, buddy. Need any help?"

"No!"

Pit giggled.

"Oh, he TOLD you!" Roy taunted, launching a snowball and hitting the mercenary squarely in the face.

Pike halted his production to stare at his father, wondering how he would react to the assalt.

Brushing the snow off of his face, Ike revealed a dangerous smirk. "You're toast, Roy," he warned and then gave chase, herding the red head away from his husband and child. Unfortunately, this is exactly what the young noble wanted.

"Now!" the fiery swordsman called as he rounded the curb leading to Peach's garden. He dove behind a snow drift just as Marth and Link appeared from behind the bushes. The pair then assalted the bluenette with snowball after snowball.

Grumbling at his perdicament, Ike raised his hands in admittance of defeat. "Okay, I surren--"

Roy then popped up, launching a snowball directly into the larger man's face. "SURRENDER IS FOR THE WEAK!" he declared and reinitiated the attack.

Ike sighed as he was pelted with the frozen ammunition. He was also aware of a cold, wet, slushy sensation traveling down the back of his neck and seeping into his shirt. He swore under his breath. "Roy, would you please--"

"Daddy! The snowman's almost finished!" Pike announced as he fluttered over to his miserable father. "After you and daddy make yours, we'll have a snow-FAMILY!"

"I'm happy, my boy," the older bluenette assured, despite his obvious displeasure at his situation. He turned his broad back to the assalt to give his young son his undivided attention.

A rather big mistake on Ike's part.

"Changing targets," Roy muttered deviously as he set his sights on the tiny cherub. "Incoming!" he called and hit the poor boy squarely in his small face.

Pike toppled over backwarsd with the snow numbing his face, obscuring his vision, and imparing his ability to breathe. After a heartstopping moment of laying still in the snow, the young Angel reached up to dust off his face, only to let out a miserable wail.

"You're on your own, Roy!" Link called as he peeled out of the garden.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Marth called, as he too fled the battlefield, leaving the young red head to bake under Ike's furious gaze.

The former mercenary righted his son and held him, assuring him that all would be well. His enraged glare kept the fiery swordsman rooted to the spot, warning, It'll only be worse if you try to run.

Roy swallowed thickly.

"Why dont' you go to daddy Pit and have him kiss it better?" Ike suggested, stroking his son's snowy wings.

"Uh-oh-oh-kay, daddy," Pike hiccupped as he tried to calm down. Every time he sniffed, his sinuses strong from thesnow that had melted in them. "I will."

"That's a good boy," the mercenary praised. "I'll be right there." As the little cherub wobbled out of sight, Ike directed his attention to Roy.

"Uh, need I remind you that Christmas is a time of giving," the red head stated, his voice quivering as the bluenette advanced. "Forgiving, specifically. As in forgiving me for accidentally hitting your son with a snowball."

"Don't worry, Roy, there's going to be plenty of giving, and you're going to recieve. Because when it comes to teaching someone a lesson," Ike popped his knuckles. "It's better to give than to recieve."

***

A warm, chocolately scent filled the air as Pit filled three mugs with hot chocolate. "Pike!" the Angel called. "How many marshmallows do you want?"

The small cherub ceased his game with his second father to consider the question. "Hm... Can I have all the marshmallows?"

Ike playfully pouted. "You mean I don't get any?"

Pike reconsidered. "... Okay. Only half for me, Daddy!"

Pit smiled and filled his son's mug halfway with six marshmallows. "Okay."

"And give me the rest!" Ike called, tickling all those who opposed his demand. He didn't even notice when Marth and Link shyly walked in.

"Hey," the Hylian greeted softly. "Sorry you got snow up your nose earlier," he said to the tiny Angel.

The boy smiled. "It's okay! It didn't hurt a bit!" he informed proudly.

Marth and Link exchanged skeptical glances but said nothing.

"Thanks for checking up on my boy," Pit said as he walked into the warm glow of the common room. "Pike... Did Roy ever apologize for hitting you in the face?"

"No. I haven't seen him since Dad wanted to talk with him."

Ike grinned. "He's very sorry."

The prince and the Hylian were quiet.

Pike gratefully accepted his mug, not even considering the marshmallow to chocolate ratio as he downed the contents. Pit smiled and plopped down beside his husband, snuggling in the glow of the fire. Ike placed an arm around his spouse and held him close while he sipped on the hot drink.

"I'm happy with today," the brunette reflected, watching the flames dance along the embers of the log. "Our first real day of winter together was a success."

"Daddies! Daddies! Look at our snow family!" Pike cried, standing on the couch to look out the enormous window. Ike and Pit soon joined him. "They're all together," the cherub observed happily.

"Just like us," the mercenary agreed, hugging his Angels close.

"Aww... Ike," Pit cooed, kissing his spouse.

The young cherub pressed his forehead up to the glass to get a better look while his parents seemed preoccupied. A movement caught his eye, causing his brow to furrow. "Daddy Ike? I think the big snowman you made grew a little just now."

The large bluenette cleared his throat and stood. "Goddess, it got late fast. Time for bed, Pike," he informed, slinging his son over his shoulder.

The boy protested mildly byt soon consented to giggling as his father carried him off.

Confused, Pit stayed on the couch. He knew for a fact that it was still a bit early to be putting Pike to bed. He looked out the window and watched with wide eyes as Ike's snowman grew a few inches taller before toppling over backwards into a snow drift. In it's place, a groggy, bruised Roy stood up and looked around in a daze.

Pit sighed, now that he knew why Ike had spent so much time on the snowman after he had taken Pike inside to warm up.

(The End)