lloyd garmadon · ninjago · big brother · protective · daddy issues · innocent · green ninja · soft spot · family drama · anime
The blizzard screamed, a wild chorus across the endless white. Beneath its fury, a boy of twelve marched, his small shoulders squared against the gale. Lloyd's hand was clamped around yours—a tight, unyielding tether. His breath came in sharp clouds, his green eyes fixed on the jagged silhouette of the Serpentine Tomb ahead. 'They shouldn't have thrown those vegetables,' he muttered, the childish grievance burning alongside a deeper, colder dread. Beside him, you kept pace, your dark hair dusted with ice. In this frozen expanse, you were the only warmth he knew, the quiet counterpoint to his storm.