Because I am incapable of things in order, prompt #7 got done first.

"What is with evil maniacs and snow?" Eggsy muttered, tugging the blankets tighter around himself. He was sitting by the fireplace in a little cabin that contained more destructive power than half of the British navy. With a sniff, he sprayed a bit more magnesium onto the fire. A scalding wave of heat washed over him as it flashed bright white. The flames licked up close to where his soaked clothes hung on the mantle.

"Careful with that, Eggsy" Harry warned.

Eggsy glanced over his shoulder to where Harry was sitting. There was a low table stacked with guns, small missiles, what looked like an implosion device for a nuke, and a stack of old playboys. It was, understandably, a ways from the fireplace. Harry sat at it with a playboy flipped open to a page of text, no blanket, acing as if they were on a rather pleasant vacation. His jacket hung over the back of his chair, still drying from their race through the snow earlier, and his shoes were off and under the table.

"How the hell are you not frozen yet?" Eggsy asked.

"I've been to the Alps before."

"What, are they like chicken pocks then? You're immune to cold after you survive here the first time?"

Harry's gaze flicked up from the page, the fire reflecting off his glasses "I didn't have the luxury of a cabin."

Eggsy took a moment to imagine being outside, but got stuck trying to picture a worse fate than being two inches further from the fire. "Sucks to be you then." he said, and looped the blanket over his head "Still cold as balls over there. It's not like there's a line for the fire."

The cabin was quiet, save the howl of the wind outside and the crackle of the fire. Eggsy contemplated hauling the full-size mattress from it's frame in the corner over to the cozy spot he was in. It was a nice thought, but he was mostly certain he'd frost up before he finished. His hand was inching towards the magnesium again when Harry settled beside him without warning.

Eggsy didn't really jump, anymore, but he got a nice burst of adrenaline from Harry's maneuver "Fuck, Harry, make a little noise when you walk, yeah?"

"The shag rug makes that difficult." Harry said blandly. He had a different playboy now, one from the summer of 1955, and he was still ignoring the naked girls in favor of reading.

Eggsy didn't believe him for a second, but it didn't matter. He tossed more magnesium on the fire just to spite him and smiled when the rush of heat ruffled Harry's hair.

There really was nothing good about the décor of the place, Eggsy decided, even if he did like how soft the carpet was on his skin. Everything was tacky wood-and-leather brown except for the things that were camouflage green, and none of it belonged on a mountain that looked a bit like something Elsa might build an ice castle on at any second.

"What's so great about those magazines?" He asked after a few more minutes passed in silence.

"The stories are quite good in the old ones." Harry said. In spite of his stiff upper lip earlier, he looked far more comfortable now that he was by their one heat source.

"Yeah?"

Harry hmmed, then looked at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses "Would you like to hear it?"

"One of the sex stories?" Eggsy asked, eyebrows up.

Harry gave him that look he got when he thought Eggsy was being difficult "No, Eggsy. Quite a few of these are very philosophical and years ahead of their time."

Eggsy grinned "You've had to practice that one, haven't you."

Harry sighed, but Eggsy could see the smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, alright." He said a few seconds later. He flopped theatrically over so his head was on Harry's lap, most of his body still encased in the ratty blanket "Read it to me."

Harry didn't so much as flinch, though Eggsy's face was warm now with more than just the fire. "He slipped into a corner booth away from the dancing men," Harry began.

"I guess the Alps ain't so bad" Eggsy mumbled later, half asleep with Harry's fingers carding through his hair.

"However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light." Harry read.