“You want to what now?”
“I want to marry you.”
Yes, she heard that right: King Roan of Azgeda, stately and growly and a little bit intimidating as always, has just asked the strangest question ever.
Raven is silent, searching for words even though clearly, there is only one thing to ask:
“Because all the tribes who haven’t turned against Skaikru are vying for first place among its allies. And Azgeda is going to be in that place.”
Ice Mechanic: Roan and Raven get married, hit the road, and stop a nuclear apocalypse. [Read it on ao3.]