Kiss me Slowly

Chapter one

Okay! THIS is my hiatus story. I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK. Oh well, at least I have a list of story ideas I can work on, most likely without finishing ANYTHING. Think I might be slightly ADD... I can never remain focused on any one thing. Oh well. Big Four Jarida/Hiccunzel fic! Hope you like it.

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Only Marriage

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"Okay, one more time, why the hell do I have to come with you?"

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Hope and Heir of the Hooligan Tribe of Vikings, looked at his annoyingly brilliant –as he put it- servant, and sighed.

"Ja-ack..."

Jack Frost, Servant to the Heir and part-time frost spirit, took it as an invitation to continue.

"I mean, it's only marriage. Why do you need me? I'd much rather stay here and, you know, terrify anything that comes within ten feet of me."

"You really want to know? Alright, fine. One: I'll be bored stuck with an empty-headed Scottish princess-"

Jack cut in. "Scottish? Also, this is not explaining to my satisfaction why I should come."

"Yup. Princess Merida of DunBroch. And you should come because she's got an amazingly hot maid."

Jack nodded. "Okay, two questions. One: how do you know she's empty-headed when you've never met her? And two: what makes you say her maid's hot?"

Hiccup grinned at his best friend –though both of them would deny it- and responded lightly.

"One: all princesses are empty headed. And two: if you tell anyone I think her maid is hot, you'll regret it."

He picked up the nearest object and pointed it at the white-haired boy. Jack blinked.

"You're threatening me with a spoon."

DunBroch

"Isn't it romantic?"

"No Punzie, it's not."

"But, Merida..."

"I've never even met the guy. How can it be romantic?"

"But he's a Viking prince!"

"I'd rather marry a-a servant!"

Rapunzel, the red-head princess's maid, looked shocked.

"A servant?!"

Merida nodded, warming to the idea.

"Yes. Someone whose merits aren't based off the fact they're heir to a throne. Someone... extraordinary."

"But, a dragon tamer-"

"I don't want a prince, especially not an idiotic Viking prince who only cares about showing off his muscles! I know that type Punzie, and I want no part of it!"

The princess looked out her window.

"I guess I'll survive. It is only marriage."

She had no idea she was echoing the words of her fiancé's servant, countless miles to the north.

So, what'd you think? Looking forward to when they first meet? I know I am. This could be a very entertaining story. I know the plotline's a bit cliché, but I'll try to make it work. Virtual cookies to anyone who recognises the title and the spoon thing. Hints: the title's a song, and the spoon thing is from a TV show. Until next time, and,

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-Bird