A/N: This is a Glorybringer story, sorry if you don't ship this, but I'm doing it.

"Next!" Glory yelled. It had been a long day. Listening to Nightwings drone on about how they deserved better, overseeing the battle training, and quelling yet another rebellion (that was, what, the third one this month?) Deathbringer poked his head in, "There's nobody left, your majesty. It's 'sun time'" "Good," Glory sighed as she flapped down off of the pavilion and into a hammock. "Brrrb," agreed Silver. Glory looked affectionately at the sloth and stretched out to get as much sun as possible. I wish I was that sloth, Deathbringer thought, I would get affection and love from Glory all day... Suddenly, Deathbringer had the wildest idea. He bent down and kissed Glory. Her eyes shot open in surprise. "You little- come here!" She grabbed Deathbringer and kissed him back. Both stood awkwardly for a moment, blushing. "Never do that again," Glory said, "Or else." Deathbringer chuckled, "Or else what?" Glory turned pink and giggled, "This," and she kissed him again and held him there for a long, long while.