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Tommy wasn’t sure what he had been anticipating when he broke into Techno’s house. Maybe he was expecting his brother to kill him on sight, lodging a crossbow arrow straight between his eyes. Maybe he was expecting to be dragged back to exile, cursing and screaming the whole way. Mostly, he was just hoping that Techno wouldn't be home. Tommy had a half-baked plan to hide out in the piglin’s basement, squirreling away gapples and supplies until he could figure out something better.
He hadn’t even considered that Techno could be hibernating.
Tommy stood shivering in the bedroom doorway, watching his brother’s chest rise and fall slowly. It was extremely anticlimactic. Tommy had escaped from exile covered in burns and bruises, hiked miles through the freezing snow, just to find Techno taking an extended nap. Cool. It’s not like he had almost died on the trip here or anything.
Honestly, this was the best-case scenario. Techno would be out cold for the next several months, and as long as Tommy could avoid whoever was coming to check in on him, he’d have free reign of the house. Stealing some of Techno’s food would be insultingly easy, and no one would ever think to look for him here.
Just as Tommy was about to leave the room, he noticed a slip of paper on Techno’s dresser. Recognizing the familiar handwriting, he snatched it and read it immediately.
Techno—
Went out on a bit of a trip. Should be back by spring, but if not, please message me on your comm as soon as you wake up. I’ll bring you back a present.
All my love, Phil
Tommy felt a pang of something ugly in his chest. Phil hadn’t even responded to any of the countless letters he sent from Logstedshire, but here was a note to Techno, practically begging the man for contact the second he was conscious. Phil wanted to make sure Techno was safe. He wanted to give him a present, a sign that he was thinking of his son even when they were apart.
Tommy didn’t get any of that. He hadn’t even seen their father since… since Wilbur—
Tommy didn’t want to think about it.
But as the jealousy slipped away, he realized the second meaning of the note. Phil was gone , and in doing so, he had left Techno alone .
Tommy didn’t remember many details about Techno’s hibernations. He knew the piglin needed to be warm the entire time to simulate the Nether, and that he'd be intensely in his instincts if he was to wake up, but the rest was a bit fuzzy.
When they were kids, Tommy had found the hibernations insufferably boring. He hated the long stretches where he lost his older brother to sleep. Techno should have been sparring or reading his old, dusty books! Seeing him asleep and vacant for so long had always felt wrong.
Phil had told Tommy once that piglins were most vulnerable when they hibernated. He explained that it was the easiest time for predators or enemies to find them and do them in. In hindsight, it had probably been a mistake to tell Tommy this. Panicked out of his young mind, the kid spent the next few days absolutely glued to Techno’s side, mimicking his brother’s growl whenever anyone so much as dared to open the bedroom door.
Phil had put his foot down when Tommy stole a steak knife from the kitchen.
“You can’t keep a knife in bed with you, Tommy.”
“But Tech’s not safe! I’m guardin’ him.”
“That knife is not helping Techno’s safety, mate. Look, he’s plenty guarded, alright? Your brother’s got me, you, and Wilbur looking out for him.”
“But you guys are downstairs!”
Tommy had only been tempted out of Techno’s room with promises of lunch and cookies. He needed to be strong and well-fed, after all, if he was going to defend his brother.
But now Techno was defenseless! Phil had left him alone for the entire winter, exposed to any number of vengeful enemies or wild predators! And Prime knew that Techno and the Arctic had plenty of both.
Tommy couldn’t let this stand. Someone had to stay with Techno while he was asleep, all else be damned.
He could guard his brother, keep the cabin clean, and be long gone by spring. Techno would never even know he was here.
Nodding resolutely to himself, Tommy walked over to the fireplace, stoking the flames. It was far too cold in here. That would be his first mission.
The first few days were exhausting. There was some firewood stacked against the wall outside Techno’s room, but it wasn’t near enough by Tommy’s standards. He’d have to get more. Hopefully no one would mind if he borrowed an axe.
Between his endless quests for kindling, Tommy did his best to make Techno’s cabin as hibernation-friendly as possible. He patched up drafty cracks in the walls and windows, cleaned the soot from all the fireplaces, and draped every blanket he could find over Techno’s sleeping form. It filled him with an immense satisfaction, knowing that his brother was comfortable and well taken care of. It was more than worth the blisters on his hands and the ache in his back.
The work was also a good distraction. Tommy would go hours at a time without even thinking about Dream or exile, too focused on whatever task was in front of him.
"Phil was a real wrong'un, leaving you here alone," Tommy huffed, throwing more wood into the bedroom fireplace. Techno didn't respond, but it still felt nice to talk. It wasn't like people usually listened to Tommy anyway. "I mean, disowning me, that I can understand, but leaving you like this? If I ever see him again, I'll give him a real piece of my mind."
At the end of every day, after Tommy was confident that Techno’s room was warm enough to rival the Nether, he’d lay down on the living room couch to sleep. It didn’t feel right taking the guest room, which was clearly built for Phil, and sleeping beside Techno was an even worse option. The man’s bed was huge and warm, but Tommy knew he wasn’t welcome. If he was being honest with himself, he shouldn’t even be in the house at all.
The living room was cold. Tommy spared only a bit of firewood for himself, knowing how important it was to keep Techno’s hibernation space Nether-hot. He couldn’t risk his brother getting cold, his breath staggering and his heartbeat slowing—
Anyway, Tommy was fine. He wasn’t a piglin. He didn’t need to be as warm as Techno. Sure, his meager flames would burn out halfway through the night and the blankets he chose were old and poorly patched, but he was fine. He’d had worse nights in exile. He could survive a bit of shivering as he drifted off.
Techno, however, did not deserve such a fate. Once the obvious issues with the house were fixed, Tommy started collecting as much scrap fabric as he could find, scavenging everything from old horse blankets and torn pants to one or two of his own blankets.
With care, Tommy took these scraps and cut them into little squares, embroidering them with birds and flowers. When that got boring, the designs quickly took the form of cool wolves and gleaming swords. It was more Techno’s style, anyway.
Once satisfied with his embellishments, Tommy began sewing the pieces together, linking them into a patchwork quilt. He had found plenty of sheep’s wool in one of Techno’s storage chests, and once cleaned, it made the perfect stuffing for each segment of the quilts.
Tommy loved the job. It was relaxing and repetitive, but also forced him to be a bit creative. Back when he and Wilbur had been fighting for L’Manberg, Tommy had been in charge of all sewing needs, patching up ripped elbows and embroidering their uniforms. He had never been able to stop himself from adding extra details. A small bee on Tubbo’s shirt cuff. A line of hearts on Niki’s jacket. The L’Manberg flag on Wilbur’s hat.
It had been a long time since he had been able to put that specific talent to use. And now, in the corner of Techno’s bedroom, propped up against the warmth of the fireplace, Tommy felt at ease for the first time since those early days.
Well, almost. It wasn’t quite perfect. Every time Techno shifted, Tommy tensed, sure that he was about to be thrown out of the cabin into the snow. Every time the house creaked, he was convinced that Dream had finally found him, ready to drag him back to exile and maybe slit Techno’s sleeping throat for good measure.
Without fail, Tommy would panic, gasping rapidly until he could bring himself to match Techno’s gentle breaths. Then he’d sit by his brother’s bedside, sword in hand, staring intently at the door. He felt like a little kid again, ready to growl at whoever dared to step through it.
Anyway, the quilts were coming together nicely.
Tommy was bouncing between a few quilting projects at once, unable to focus his work on just one. Because of that, it took almost a full week of effort to finish the first one, all red and pink and covered in constellations.
Eagerly, Tommy ran over to lay it on Techno's pile of blankets, looking his at his brother’s resting face—
Oh. That was no good.
After what must have been a few weeks of sleeping, Techno’s pink hair was a certified rat’s nest. The tangles and ruffled bits made Tommy want to squirm. Techno had always prided himself on his long, pink hair, proof of his piglin heritage and role as a warrior. To see it so loose and messy was wrong.
Tommy would have to do something about that.
When they were kids, Phil was in charge of Techno's hair during hibernation, braiding it every few days so it wouldn't get tangled up in his son's face. Tommy would watch from the sidelines, usually with a jealous pout. Phil always thought he was a bit too rowdy to help with the gentler sides of hibernation, even if Tommy really wanted to feel Techno's soft hair.
He'd have to be better, now.
Grabbing a brush from Techno’s dresser, Tommy nudged his brother over, granting him better access to the task at hand.
Tommy took a deep breath. He needed to be careful.
Holding Techno’s hair as gently as he could, Tommy slowly worked his way through every knot, straightening and flattening the seemingly endless sea of waves.
After what felt like hours, Techno’s hair was finally completely brushed through. Not yet content with the job, Tommy tied the strands into two neat braids, loose enough to not pull at Techno’s scalp while he slept but tight enough to hold strong for at least a day or two.
There. That was better.
Some part of Tommy wished that Techno would wake up, would thank him for his work, would offer to braid Tommy’s hair in return. He could remember the years-old feeling of his brother’s fingers against his scalp, pulling his comparably short curls into something more. He wanted to feel that again.
But it was a useless wish. Techno was sleeping, and Tommy would be long gone before the man had the chance to wake up and hate him again.
With that thought, Tommy returned to the cold couch downstairs and fell asleep, unable to stomach the thought of dinner.
It had been snowing for three days straight, and Tommy was getting worried. The last few weeks had been mild, making it easy to step outside, but with the snow piling up against the doors and windows, Tommy hadn’t been able to go out and gather firewood in days. Instead, he had been forced to ration what he had to keep Techno warm.
But now it was night, and Tommy was alone on the first floor. He couldn’t stop himself from shivering, but the thought of stealing one of Techno’s blankets made him want to die. He was already stealing food from his brother’s basement and shelter from his brother’s roof. He was enough of a burden as is. He didn’t deserve to steal Techno’s warmth, too.
The grandfather clock in the corner chimed midnight. Tommy hadn’t gotten any sleep yet, but that was fine. It meant he was awake to hear the time. He needed to add more wood to Techno’s fire.
Tommy almost collapsed onto his knees as the heat of the bedroom washed over him. He wanted to curl up by the fire like a dog and let sleep seize him.
He shook his head harshly, trying to get rid of those thoughts. No. Once he was done with the fireplace, he was going back downstairs. This was Techno’s space. He had no right to intrude.
Tommy made quick work of the fire, refusing to let the warmth seep the tension from his shoulders. Wiping his sooty hands on his pants, he stood up, and—
The bed looked so warm. Despite Techno's massive size, the man was hardly taking up a third of it, several pillows and blankets strewn to the side.
Tommy hesitated. Surely, one night wouldn’t be that bad, would it? Tommy could keep on the far side of the bed, and then he'd shovel himself out tomorrow morning to get more wood. Techno would never even know he had been there.
Cautiously, Tommy stepped towards the bed, lowering himself into it. Lightly, he pulled a single blanket towards himself, borrowing a pillow that Techno had knocked onto the floor. Then, warmer than he had felt all night, Tommy let himself melt into sheets.
His relaxation didn’t last long. Almost immediately, Techno started shifting in his sleep, rolling in Tommy’s direction. Tommy hardly dared to move, scared that a single jolt would open Techno’s eyes and unleash his anger. So he stayed still, even as his brother reached out and pulled him close.
Suddenly, Tommy was resting against Techno’s chest, shielded under the countless layers of covers. The piglin was practically radiating heat, warmer than the blankets or the fireplace. It was wonderful. This close, Tommy could feel his brother’s stable breathing, interrupted by a single content snort. With Techno's arms now around him, Tommy didn’t pull back. He wasn’t sure he could, even if he wanted to.
It was just like when they were kids, Tommy realized. His eyes started tearing up. During hibernation, Tommy would sneak into Techno’s bed late at night, and the sleeping boy would pull him close without even waking. Sometimes, when he felt lonely, Tommy would talk to Techno, recounting his day to deaf ears. Other times he’d simply close his eyes, nuzzling into his brother’s chest.
Tommy could barely remember the last time touch hadn’t hurt. Even the encouraging pats from Dream bruised as often as they comforted, a testament to Tommy’s weakness. No one had held him in months. Dream had tackled him, once, when he tried to run away from a punishment, but that hardly counted.
But this… there was nothing but love and care in Techno’s gentle grip. For the first time in a long time, Tommy felt wanted, even if it was just as a pillow against his older brother’s chest. In the flickering dimness, he could almost fool himself into feeling treasured.
He was invading Techno’s space, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Techno wasn’t letting go, and Tommy couldn’t risk waking him.
It was so, so warm, and Tommy was so, so tired. He didn’t have any fight or cleverness left in him.
So, despite the lingering dread in the back of his mind, Tommy burrowed in Techno’s hold, falling asleep at last.
Tommy quickly fell into a new rhythm. He still spent his days chopping firewood and tending to the house, rebraiding Techno’s hair whenever it got messy. Now that he’d made quite a few quilts, he was moving onto pillows and pillowcases, cutting up old sheets and tablecloths. Techno’s bed was quickly looking more like a nest or a den than a mattress, and it made Tommy feel good. It made him feel like a provider.
That was all the same. What had changed, quite suddenly, was Tommy’s sleeping routine. He no longer slept alone on the first floor. In fact, he rarely bothered to light the living room fireplace at all. Instead, when the sun set, Tommy would wriggle his way into Techno’s bed, waiting for his brother to pull him close. Only then would he fall asleep.
It was selfish, sure, but Tommy had always been good at rationalizing things. His presence made the bed warmer, after all. They were sharing body heat. It was the most efficient way to keep Techno’s hibernation comfortable. It was also safer. If anything was to attack Techno in the night, Tommy was already there, ready to grab his sword.
Secretly, as self-centered as it sounded, Tommy also noticed that having another person in bed made Techno happier. Normally, during hibernation, the piglin's face was blank, but there’d be a twinge of fondness across his lips whenever he was holding his little brother. Tommy wished he knew what Techno was dreaming of in those moments.
It was always a bit difficult to get loose in the morning, but that was fine. Tommy was a master escape artist.
With all the time he spent in Techno’s room, it was getting harder for Tommy to ignore the note from Phil, still strewn on the dresser. These days, it felt like every time he passed it, his eyes got caught on the scratchy handwriting and heartfelt words, searching for some hidden message.
“All my love.” How long had it been since someone had told Tommy that they loved him? Maybe Wilbur had said it offhandedly in Pogtopia, but Tommy doubted it. And here Techno got that affection so easily, written without reservation by their father. Maybe Techno was just more lovable. Maybe that was why Tommy was the only one who had been abandoned.
Such thoughts were somehow worse than remembering Dream. At least Dream had always been a bastard. Tommy’s family had loved him once, and he had squandered it.
Still, he didn’t hide the note away. It was all he had of his father, and he couldn’t risk losing it. Techno would want to read it when he woke up.
That was another problem. Spring was approaching rapidly. By his predictions, Tommy still had another good month until Techno stirred, but he wasn’t sure how close he was willing to risk it.
What would he even do when he left the cabin? Tommy couldn’t go back to Logstedshire. Dream would probably kill him, if he wasn’t already hunting him down. Tubbo had exiled him. Phil had disowned him. Was there anyone else in the world who even cared about him anymore?
The grass was beginning to peek through the snow. Tommy was running out of time.
He’d leave tomorrow. Hopefully Techno wouldn’t be too mad if he stole some more food and iron tools for the road.
Tommy settled into bed, letting Techno pull him close for the final time. He screwed his eyes shut, trying not to cry. He’d be cold tomorrow night, so he needed to savor this warmth while he still could.
Techno would be okay, at least. Tommy had nearly doubled the amount of firewood stacked outside the room, and by this point the bed was overflowing with pillows, quilts, and blankets. The piglin would never even notice the lost heat once Tommy left his bed in the morning.
It took longer than normal for Tommy to fall asleep, unwilling to waste these final moments. But as it always did, sleep crept up on him, pulling him into a dreamless slumber.
In exile, Tommy had always woken up suddenly. Whether it was a gust of wind ripping through his tent, a mob stumbling too close for comfort, or Dream yelling his name, he only had a few seconds to react before things got bad.
That was one of the weird things about Techno’s cabin. He could wake up slowly, on his own schedule. That was also why, when Tommy was jolted awake by a sudden thud in the corner of the room, he was so confused.
It only took Tommy a few seconds of consciousness to realize what was wrong. Techno wasn’t in the bed. He wasn’t in the bed and he was supposed to be hibernating so he was vulnerable and Tommy was supposed to be protecting him but he couldn’t protect him if he didn’t know where Techno was—
“Woah, woah,” a low voice said, heavy footsteps quickly making their way towards Tommy, “I just dropped some wood, it’s alright.”
Technoblade stood above the bed, looking down with a worried expression. Tommy nearly choked on his breath.
Rubbing one of his eyes, Techno lowered himself back under the blankets, throwing his arm over Tommy. He pulled away slightly when Tommy flinched back from the touch.
“Theseus?” Techno said quietly, “Are you okay?”
“You’re—” Tommy started, unsure what to say. “You’re awake.”
Techno hummed, eyes drooping shut. “Fire was getting low. Go back to sleep.”
“But you know I’m here, ” Tommy said, incredulous.
Techno’s eyes peeked back open. “Tommy,” he said, voice flat, “You’ve been here all winter. Nothing’s changed.”
Tommy’s mind sputtered to a stop. Techno… had known he was here—
“Thank you, by the way,” Techno muttered, voice already tinged with sleep, “for the blankets and the fire. I usually have to wake up every day to stoke it.”
“But you’re hibernating,” Tommy whispered, “You shouldn’t be getting out of bed.”
“I haven’t really, thanks to you,” Techno said, opening his eyes slightly. He rested his hand in Tommy’s hair, rubbing circles into the side of the boy's head. “You’ve been doing a really good job. I only have to get up, like, once a week to use the bathroom and eat a gapple.”
Tommy didn’t know what to say.
“Phil left you a note,” he settled on eventually, gesturing towards the dresser, “He wants you to message him when you’re awake.”
Techno just hummed again. “That can wait,” he mumbled, pulling Tommy closer under his mountain of quilts. “I’m a bit busy right now.”
Tommy blinked. He could tell the sun was rising through the cracks in the curtains.
He was supposed to leave today.
“Techno?” Tommy whispered. He hadn't had a real conversation with anyone in months. For someone so used to talking, it felt weird to finally get a response.
Techno grunted, repositioning his head on the pillow. “Yes, Theseus?”
“Can I stay here?”
There was a pause, and in that moment, Tommy regretted his words so deeply. He couldn’t just leave in peace. He had to ask, had to be rejected, had to face the fact that his brother didn’t want him—
“Well, I’m not letting you out of bed for the next few hours, at least,” Techno said, pulling Tommy a little tighter. “You’re still growing. You need a lot of rest.”
Tommy’s breath hitched. “And— And after that?”
There was another pause before Techno opened his eyes. “You can stay as long as you want, kid.”
Tommy could barely dare to hope. “Even when it’s spring?”
“Toms,” Techno said firmly, “You could stay forever."
Oh. Tommy was overwhelmed. Techno wasn't mad at him for intruding. He didn't have to leave.
Tommy wouldn’t have been able to hide the smile on his face if he tried. “Oh,” he said weakly, “Pog.”
Techno snorted. “Go to sleep. I’ll message Phil later. He’ll be so happy to see you again.”
And— Oh boy. There was no way Tommy could process that sentence right now, so he pocketed it away for later. One life-changing revelation at a time, that’s what Tommy always said.
“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“No need,” Techno sighed, bumping his forehead gently against Tommy's. “Now sleep. I love you, kid, but it's too early for this.”
Tommy smiled. He had never felt so warm.
“I love you too.”