imagine being carried by a minigiant
- being swept off your feet when you can’t keep up with their long strides
- feeling small in the best way
- cradled in warmth
- a slow heartbeat
- speaking to them and listening to their softly rumbling voice
- feeling overwhelmed and enveloped by their presence
- riding on their shoulders
- enjoying the view from up high
- their big hands around your ankles and shins, making sure you don’t fall
- running your fingers through their thick hair, making little braids in it
- resting your chin on the top of their head
- making silly puns about their height and ducking as they playfully swat at you
- gentle rocking and the muffled thud of heavy footsteps
- falling asleep, trusting them to keep you safe
alternatively, the giant’s POV
- they try to mask their breathing as they struggle to keep up with you
- you know they’re too proud to ask for help so you don’t say anything
- it’s really cute how determined they are
- eventually you can’t stand it anymore, so you scoop them up mid-stride
- they let out a muffled, indignant yelp. it’s more like a squeak.
- you stifle your chuckle and try not to smile ( you fail )
- they halfheartedly smack your chest and turn away to hide their grin, muttering something that sounds like “ya big doofus” under their breath
- they think they’re being sneaky when they weave little braids into your hair, but you know exactly what they’re doing
- you don’t stop them.
- when they start drooping you slide them off your shoulders and back into your arms
- your heart melts when they nestle in closer to your chest.
- conversation fades into comfortable silence, and soon they’re fast asleep
- the trust they’ve placed in you is nearly overwhelming. your heart aches from it.
- stepping as softly as you can, you carry them home.