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"Shhh" Nyx urges him, shaking his head. He shifts his grip for a moment so he can duck his head enough to press a gentle kiss to Noctis' damaged throat. "Wait until we get back. I'll see about getting you something for that, painkillers, tea... I dunno what the hell happened but whoever did this to you is in for an ass-kicking."

Noctis sighs and goes quiet, resting his head against Nyx's chest. He'll have to explain...shit, he really doesn't want to explain any of this. Especially to Nyx, of all people. He'll either be furious with Ardyn, which in this one particular instance isn't really fair, or...he'll be furious with Noctis.

Either way, he can't just leave Nyx in the dark. Not when he came all this way to find him. But for now, he can just rest.

It's a decent walk and it's going to be awfully late when they get back... He sends a message ahead to Squall, asking him to throw together some dinner for Noctis and he'll take it down to the prince's apartment once he has him settled in. Conveniently they'd made a seafood stew tonight so it shouldn't be too hard for Noctis to eat even in his current state.

It's relatively quiet as dusk begins to deepen around the city and before long Nyx finds himself humming quietly as they walk, keeping it low and soft so as to not bother Noctis.

Noctis honestly wouldn't mind if Nyx just warped with him - not like he's going to get sick or anything. But Nyx's steady pace and quiet humming and the warmth of his body lull him into a light doze, and at some point Carbuncle scampers up to Nyx's shoulder and drops Noctis' jacket into his lap before dissipating into light that vanishes back into Noctis' pendant.

Nyx flashes the little creature a smile and a nod, keeping a couple fingers on his jacket just in case it slides out of his lap. But he's content to let Noctis doze, even once they get back to the apartments and he's able to set his prince down on the couch. It's not until he's obtained stew and tea that he returns to the couch, gently lifting Noctis back into his lap and running his fingers through dark hair. It's less an attempt to rouse him as it is affection that, if it does, would be just fine.

He's not about to leave the younger man until he has some answers, though, so if that means being napped on for w bit Nyx isn't about to argue.

Noctis does nap for a little bit in Nyx's lap, but not too long - twenty minutes, maybe, until the delicious smell of the stew and the fingers in his hair slowly rouse him again.

"...mm? That smells good."

"Squall's a good cook." Murmured lowly, fingers never pausing in his hair. Nyx's other hand comes up to brush his fingers as lightly as possible over the marks on his neck, trying to feel for how swollen and tender they may be. But Noct is awake, breathing steadily, and if he can speak those are all good signs.

"Think you can sit up for me, vaydran?"

Noctis nods in agreement - Squall is a good cook. He winces when Nyx's fingers touch his throat, but he doesn't flinch away. It hurts, but it's a duller pain now, and the skin doesn't seem too swollen.

"Uh...maybe." His body still feels heavy and sluggish, but with some help he manages to sit upright, even if he does still lean against Nyx. "Vaydran? What does that mean?"

He snorts a little, shaking his head dismissively. "Forget it. Here-" Nyx keeps an arm around him, still cradling Noctis against him. "Drink this for me okay? Nice and easy."

It's different than Noctis' potions, the few that Squall and Sora keep around from their world are very different than what the line of kings can do but there's still a familiarity to it regardless.

Under other circumstances, Noctis would have tried to insist on an answer, but right now he follows instructions and lets himself forget about it for now. He follows the next instruction, too, sipping at the potion Nyx holds for him without bothering to try to take it and do it himself.

Once he's finished it, he lets his head fall back against Nyx with a sigh. "Feels much better. Thanks." His voice is still a little bit rough around the edges, but nothing like what it was.

"Shhhh" He murmurs softly into those dark locks, kissing Noct's temple, rubbing a hand up and down his arm. For a good while he simply lets them sit like that, curled into each other, fingers still combing gently through Noct's hair. Letting the potion take full effect before he finally speaks, words muffled into his hair a little.

"You okay, princeling?" Nyx has asked after his well-being enough times to know that right now, especially with this level of gentleness and care..... may well be the first time he's been genuinely scared for him.

Noctis sighs softly. This kind of gentle affection is pretty foreign to him. The last time he can remember anyone treating him like this was when he was a child, when his father still had the luxury of doting on him. It feels so...nice. So sweet. He thinks he might love it.

He hates the idea that he's worried Nyx this much, though, so he sits up a bit more. "Yeah, I'm...I'm good."

"You're not good, Noct." There's a certainty to his voice and when Noct tries to sit up Nyx keeps an arm around him so he is pressed firmly against his shoulder. Fingers stroke gently over his throat again, testing the efficacy of a potion he's personally not familiar with. "You could have died, playing around with something like that."

Noctis shoves down the instinct to protest, instead just letting himself relax in Nyx's grasp again. This time, he doesn't wince at all when Nyx's fingers touch his neck; the marks are still there but fainter, and at worst the skin is a bit sore.

"Yeah...I know." He does now, at least. "But those clover fields were...weird. Everything stopped mattering. It just...didn't occur to me."

Nyx's hand lingers at his neck, petting through his hair and, admittedly, hovering worriedly. He's not used to being scared about something and not having anything he can actually do about it. Nyx is a very physical person, he tackles things in a very hands on way. Just fussing over Noctis (which he's going to do for days now) really doesn't make him feel like he's fixing anything.

"Yeah that's... incredibly dangerous, holy fuck. And whoever you were with just fucking dumped you there." There's a hint of that angry growl in his tone, the irresponsibility of the whole thing is infuriating. It can take hours, days even, for strangulation injuries to fully develop. If Carbuncle hadn't messaged him Noctis could easily have had a belated collapse and just........ stopped breathing.

The thought alone has him pulling Noct close once more, pressing another kiss to his hair. His free hand comes up to tap on the pendant he wears, words muffled and still angry but... clearly the kind of anger that comes from the depth of caring. "You, little shit, shoulda called me the second someone put something around his neck."

Nyx may not feel like he's fixing anything, but his care and his concern matter to Noctis. He knows what it sounds like when someone is angry because they're frightened and worried - every time he and Gladio had a serious fight, it was usually over something exactly like that. And knowing Nyx cares about him this much makes Noctis feel just as safe with Nyx as he did with his Shield.

...where is Gladio now? Is he alive? Is he still out there, waiting for Noctis to return from a Crystal he's already left behind, or is he...no, Noctis refuses to entertain anything else. Of course the guys are all still alive and waiting for him. Nothing else could be true.

"No, it...it wasn't like that." It feels wrong to be defending Ardyn, but he can't deny what happened. How is he going to explain it to Nyx, though? "He, uh...something was trying to take control of him. He knew he would have hurt me if he'd stuck around so...he held it off long enough to get out of there." The very short version, he supposes, but he doubts including any of the detail would really help anyway.

Oh, but all this affection feels so good. So calming and warm. He glances down at the pendant when Nyx taps on it, but instead of materializing, Carbuncle just texts them both.

I'm sorry, Nyx. :( The fairies wanted everyone to play a game that would inspire peaceful interactions, so I thought it would be okay. It was the rope that decided on how to play...

"Don't tell me the fucking fairies are trying to possess people now." Snarled lowly but there's a helpless kind of tension in Nyx's hold on Noctis, enough so that now, talking about it and having the confirmation that Noctis is okay the anger and frustration have him nearly shaking with the need to do something about it.

At least picking his phone up off the coffee table is an action. Something to do with his hands. Then he's rolling his eyes and glancing back towards Noct's necklace. "Yeah, bud, anytime the fairies are involved nothing is okay."

"Can't really say he would have hurt you. He did hurt you. You might've been too out of it to care but you don't fucking do that to someone." He scoffs, squeezing Noct again and trading his phone for the tea. "Not unless you want them dead. It'll help your throat." He holds it in his hand to warm it slightly before pressing it into Noctis' hands.

Noctis wishes he could do something to soothe Nyx's frustration, but he can't think of a thing. Telling him who it was would only make it ten times worse, he's sure.

Carbuncle is too chagrined to reply, so no further texts arrive.

"Yeah...he was affected by the clover, too, though, so I can't really hold a grudge." For this, anyway. He takes the teacup in both hands and sips at the tea. "...oh, that feels really good. Thanks."

Noctis can do something to soothe Nyx. He is doing something. Letting Nyx fuss and hold him and kiss his hair, his cheek, nuzzle into his shoulder almost like a big cat aggressively scent marking their mate. It as much soothing as he can get. The fact that Noctis hasn't said who it was yet makes Nyx thing he doesn't even know the guy either. Not too surprising with how new Noctis is to the simulation.

"There's stew too but make sure you can swallow that alright before you try something heavier."

Noctis would be glad to know that just being here with Nyx and letting him take care of him was helping, although it's helping Noctis too, enough that he wouldn't want Nyx to stop anyway.

...except maybe this part. "What, come on, I can eat stew. I'm hungry and it smells so good."

"Shoulda thought about that before you gave me a godsdamned heart attack." A huffy complaint that's not really genuine, just griping about something that wasn't really Noct's fault because he doesn't like being scared, dammit.

"You don't... have any clue who this guy was, do you?" He's resigned himself to it but he can't help asking. Maybe with a decent description, Nyx can figure it out? "And what'd it mean by the rope that decided on how to play?"

"Maybe then you can have some stew." Okay now he's just being an ass.

"Pfff," is Noctis' only response to that griping.

Ah, yeah, that's the question Noctis was hoping Nyx wouldn't ask. Because he can't just lie. Even if he were any good at it, which he isn't, it wouldn't be right. Nyx deserves so much more than that. But at least he can answer the second question first.

"The rope had fairy magic, it was enchanted to do things on its own. So when I didn't answer a question straightforwardly enough, it..." He gestures slightly toward his throat.

"As for who it was..." He sighs. "It...was Ardyn. I know, I know, but the clover had us both acting weird and...for once, it wasn't his fault. Like I said, he actually protected me."

Okay. Okay that's... not better but means he doesn't have to hunt down some asshole to murder them for damn near strangling his king. Fucking fairies, troublesome little shits.

And what's worse? He knows the clover was weird. He noticed it immediately. That's why he was so quick to grab Noctis and run. Not that it matters because he hardly hears anything Noctis says past that name.

Nyx tenses instantly, the hand on Noct's hair pulling him in harder, what had been soft kisses to his temple abruptly shifting as Nyx bares his teeth. His other arm curls tighter around Noctis, fingers sliding up under his shirt a little so he can dig his fingers into warm flesh as though he needs to feel him to reassure himself that he's still here and okay.

"What?" It's low and soft, disbelieving and horrified and there's a shaky hint of desperation in that one word as though he's genuinely hoping he's somehow misunderstood. That Noctis will say he misheard or it's a stupid joke or-

anything but that monster putting his hands on Noctis and this fucking place and the godsforsaken fairies forcing his king into allowing him to-

"Protected you?" He finally echoes back, volume gradually rising from horror-stricken to outrage. "Protected you?!?! From what? From himself? What he didn't fucking kill you so that makes it okay!? HE COULD HAVE!"

Noctis knew Nyx wouldn't take it well. Obviously. Still, the intensity of his reaction is a little overwhelming. The only thing that keeps Noct from flashing back too hard to Gladio on the train is the fact that Nyx is holding him closer, not pushing him away.

"I KNOW!" Oh, he shouldn't have yelled. A brief coughing fit interrupts him, and he stops to drink several long sips from the teacup. Better.

"...I know," he says, much more quietly but with no less force behind it. "You really think I don't know that? ...just...let me start from the beginning, okay?"

Noctis snaps and Nyx just pulls him more fully into his lap, the hand in his hair starts smoothing over those soft raven dark locks. He wants to soothe him more, especially with how much that coughing fit must hurt but he can't imagine how hard this must be for Noctis. He wants to know. Needs to know what happened and what he needs to punish Ardyn for but he doesn't want to force Noctis to relive something so horrific either.

"Shhhh.... I'm sorry." Murmured weakly into his hair. What sort of glaive is he if he's allowed something like this to happen when he's the only defense Noctis has here? He should never have left Noct alone. Which is impractical and he knows that but how can he not blame himself after this?




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