Comfy magnus (and taako is there)

"Aw, doofus…" Taako regards the lump occupying his bed with equal measures desperation and fondness, balanced so that if Magnus were still somewhat awake, he could insist there was no hint of affection at all.

A sudden, resounding snore makes him pretty damn sure that the man puddled in blankets - /Taako's/ blankets, his very /expensive/ blankets - is already out cold.

Once he's crossed his messy floor on bare tiptoes, Taako brushes at the quilt covering Magnus' face until his nose is exposed. He'd always overheat left like that, a self-sustaining pocket of warm air until he woke up sweaty. And then down to the foot of the bed; muddy boots still on his feet, of /course/. Taako unpicks each lace with nimble fingers and slides them off, a little slower when Magnus grunts and shifts in resistance.

"Probably know you're being messed with, huh? Sorry buddy. You're like a fuckin' hibernating bear, can't trust you to do anything yourself. Sweet dreams, doofus."

He leaves Magnus' socks on for him, squeezes a toe just to hear him rumble, and backs out of his room with a silencing spell on his lips.

Magnus, under his cocoon, snuggles close to Taako's fancy pillow and breathes the scent of comfort through his snores.