Mark X Reader
I let the bath water run, making sure it was almost hot before adding a dash of liquid soap to it. The instant foaming of bubbles and the scent of winter spice filled the steamy air, inhaling it as I sat on the edge. I put everything aside, in reachable distance, and made sure to start adding cold water to temperate the hot. It made the room feel incredibly nice.
“Mark it’s getting ready!” I shouted, but I didn’t get a response, which made me bit my lip. Ever since Mark had this ‘little accident’ with a stone staircase, he had been stuck around the house lately, his cast preventing him from moving most of the time. He sat around, playing games for his fans, or doing mundane things to waste time, but I could see he was eating himself up in boredom, even resorting to prank calling Wade during the night.
Because of this, I had been spending more time over here, fighting his objections and taking care of him. For
And to think the day had actually started well.
Spring or at least its Norse equivalent- had finally settled on Berk for about fifteen days, although very hesitantly at first, and the last thick layers of snow had completely melted and would not come back for a couple of months. The isle was dressing itself with radiant patterns. The trees had swapped their naked appear