Hiccup is a hard worker, and I love that, though it can be really fun to watch sometimes. Like today, for example. He's working on some little project or another, a surprise for me, and he's forgotten I'm standing there. Not that that surprises me. My fuzzy bunny tends to forget about the rest of the world when he works.
Anyways, he's working and I'm watching him when something slips and mashes his finger. He yelps, and softly mutters, "Ow, fuck."
My eyes widen in surprise. I've never heard him speak like THAT before, but I can now guess he's like this a lot when he's working. He keeps tinkering, fidgeting a bit, sometimes referring to his drawings, and sometimes making adjustments to his drawings. This is the kind of stuff I expected, but the occasional muttered swear word came as a shock to me.
Suddenly he flips his blueprints. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" He starts to turn and sees me standing there, at the bottom of the stairs to the basement, my expression a mixture of confusion and bemusement.
He gulps. "Uh, hey, 'Punzie. How long have you been standing there?"
I laugh and walk over to him, draping my arms around his neck. "Long enough."
"Oh! Uh, I, um…" He moves one arm behind his head and starts rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, and I laugh.
"I see you have a few words of choice to use when you're working, hmmm?" I tease, before I kiss his cheek. "I don't mind."
He smiles a bit; his face flushed bright red in shame though. I smile back, looking at him, realizing how perfect he is in general, and how, even with the swearing, watching him work is really hot.