A/N:Welcome to my one-shot collection. I'l post everything here, canonverse, modern, and other AUs, and I'll try to mark them accordingly. We start with a small drabble within something of a Medieval/Royalty AU. Have fun :)
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His lips on hers are like burning fire.
Astrid fists her hands into his hair, those gorgeous thick locks, and moans into his mouth.
He kisses her hungrily, and presses his weight against her and the cold stone wall behind her. He has one hand on her neck, the other on her waist. If anyone sees them like this, he's dead.
"Hic–" she breathes as he lightly bites down on her lower lips, and she shudders.
She has to stop him. They can't get carried away, not here and not now. Her hands drop to his shoulders, and, against all her wishes, she pushes him away.
He doesn't fight her. He stretches to keep the contact to her mouth as long as it is possible, but he doesn't fight her. He knows the risk.
Swallowing hard, he makes a step backwards, not quite leaving the niche they are hiding in, but giving them both space to calm down.
As if she can calm down with his dark dilated eyes on her like this.
"I have to go," she whispers, breathing heavily, and he nods.
. o O o .
He's fighting the urge to step closer again. He wants to caress her flushed cheeks, wants to kiss those alluring lips some more. But he can't. He has to let her go.
She's supposed to meet her father and their honoured guests in only a few minutes. And she can't show up all flushed and with swollen lips from their forbidden kisses.
"When can I see you again?" he asks, his voice rougher than he likes.
She likes it, though. He can see it in the way her bosom swells within the soft fabric of her dress as she inhales sharply.
"Soon," she then whispers. "Tonight. Meet me at... at the stables," she adds cautiously, but he understands.
Then he straightens his back, and, after throwing her one last smile, reaches for the sword leaning against the wall. And lets it drop audibly on the stone floor of the broad corridor next to them.
With well-practised swiftness, he and the princess glide out of the niche, and not a second later, he's on his knees in front of her.
"Stupid boy!" she scolds in a deliberately carrying voice. Her hands are on her hips, her poise radiating the aloofness of her status. "Your master should beat you up thoroughly for damaging his goods. Who is it? Tell me, boy, so I can report to him about this. You squires all look the same to me."
"It's… it's Sir Eret, Milady," he mumbles awkwardly, not daring to look up at her. But he can imagine the artificial sneer on her face, knows how she has to look in case anyone witnesses their little play.
"Sir Eret, you say? Wonderful! I will tell him right away. That's going to make for an entertaining dinner conversation. Now, out of my way, cretin."
"Yes, Milady."
He hurriedly scrambles to the side, head lowered almost to the ground as she floats past him. The mayweed scent of her perfumed dress wafts over him, and he inhales it deeply. He stays hunched on the ground for a couple seconds more before he dares to lift his head and gaze after her.
In the distance, he sees her wide dress disappearing around a corner.
With a sigh, he picks up the dropped sword and, after making sure no-one is watching, steps into the niche once more to retrieve the heavy helmet. Sir Eret's helmet, not his own.
If only it was his helmet…
If only he were a knight…
With a heavy heart, Hiccup walks away into the other direction. Toward the armoury, where he is to maintain his master's equipment. And toward the forge, where he has to mend the dents in the sword's scabbard before they get noticed.
Because no-one can ever know that he loves the princess. All those knights courting her would beat him bloody if they knew. And her father would behead him on the spot. Their love has to stay a secret at all costs.
But he loves her anyway.
(So... I'm still not sure what to make of this. It was just a spontaneous idea, and from popping up in my mind and publishing it here, it took like... two hours...)
Added: So, yeah... By now, this turned into a fully fledged story. You can find it here in my stories, and it's called For The Love Of A Princess.
