Noctis-

[ Oh, it's the full name. He's not terribly threatening like this, weak like a puppy and horribly exhausted, but he tries to be disapproving for a second before giving up. There's no way to put words to the relationship between them, not properly. They're two entirely different people, where Noctis was able to depend on the people around him and Ignis was made to protect him. Everything he did was for Noctis' benefit, for his life further along the line. That's what he was entrusted with and that's what he would follow through with.

That's what made this sickness so infuriating. Ignis curves his hand over the dip of Noctis' waist and breathes out, slow and warm when the hand starts stroking his hair. He does truly like this and he doesn't want to argue but how does he even broach the subject? ]

You're a King, darling. As much as I wish that the world would bend to your whims and wants, it will not. The three of us are your shields.

[ Gladiolus may be Noctis' Shield proper, but Ignis knew all three of them would put their life on the line for him every time. ]