Title:Idle Hands

Rating: M with a possible MA in the future

Story Background: A little after a year since the Green-Death incident. A lot has happened since then, and Hiccup and Astrid have broken off their relationship but still maintain their friendship. Tuffnut picks up from where Astrid left.

Length:Unknown (estimated at 3 chapters)

WARNING:Slash Fic – Do not proceed if you find such content to be uncomfortable

A/N: I haven't read the books, but I have seen the film, and to be honest, I immediately fell in love with it. This is me attempting to form a plausible relationship between Hiccup and Tuffnut, while still maintaining an air of consistency (at the very least) with the film. Please forgive me if there are details here that seem out of place. This is after all, my first attempt at fanfiction. Thank you, and please enjoy this trifle of a story.

Chapter 1: Hiccup's Dilemma

Hands... Hands… Hands!

Hands on his shoulder... his leg… his thighs… They seem to come from everywhere.

Hiccup struggled to keep them off of him as much as he could, but it was a futile exercise on his part. Those needy hands seem to always get through to him, even at the most inconvenient of times.

"Damn you, Tuffnut Thorston!" said Hiccup under his breath; his body shuddered at the very sound of that name escaping his lips. "Couldn't… wait… for me to… finish my dinner!"

A response came through as a ravenous assault on his lips. Tuffnut knew that the brunet wanted it just as he did. His tongue was forceful as he met the younger boy's in a rhythmic dance.

"C'mon, you know you want it."

True enough thought Hiccup. He never really said he didn't. Thor knows he'd be lying if he said he wanted nothing like it. But there's a time and a place!

'Those hands of his!' thought Hiccup as Tuffnut's right hand ran down the small of his back, while the other had reached under his tunic trying to fondle his nipple. It was only so much he could do to try and resist, but the tension in his groin as well as the force of unmitigated desire coming from the blonde boy in front of him was all too great.

It had been a pleasant evening just a few moments ago at dinner in the Banquet Hall. The whole room was alit with blazing torches, as if the night was something festive. Everything seemed fine as Hiccup and his friends sat down to eat and have casual conversations. A hub of noise had been brewing up just as usual, with Fishlegs beginning another lecture on Zippleback diets with Ruff; Snotlout trying to make a move on Astrid; and Gobber trying to feed his pet sheep "Phil" with god knows what. He was about to take a bite out of his roast duck when he felt that handon him again.

Thus far throughout dinner, Tuffnut, who'd been sitting next to him, had been quiet as he ate and hadn't so much as looked up from his meal. Hiccup suddenly felt the blonde boy's hand on his leg under the table, gently squeezing him, as it crept slowly up to his thigh. A jolt of electricity soared through his spine as he felt those fingers massaging his muscles as they neared a certain spot.

Hiccups eyes rolled to back of his head, his arms trembling at the contact. He felt breathless all of a sudden as his face reddened and warmed up. He tried to nonchalantly chew on his food, hoping that he wouldn't give way at this assault. He couldn't believe Tuffnut's tenacity and tireless libido, it would seem, seeing as they'd already done the nasty about half an hour before.

"… So anyway," said Fishlegs, " if you mix some wheat and a bit of sugar into some fish guts, all the better for the dragon's dietary balance. Their bowels wouldn't be as irritable as…"

"Wow," said a bored Ruff, "that was not disgusting at all. I guess I could use some more gravy with this."

Everyone laughed.

Hiccup shook his head with a start as he tried to focus on his food. He slowly stole a look at the male Thorston sitting next to him, seemingly aloof as he chewed silently on his food.

"What are you doing?" he nudged the blond exasperatedly, only to get a smug smirk and a shrug. The assault on his person continued without a hitch. He put his hand onto Tuff's to try and confuse it, to no avail. Unknowingly, let himself groan with inhibited pleasure.

"Hiccup…"

"Uhm… uh, yeah! Uh what?"

Everyone at the table was staring at him.

"Are you alright?" asked Astrid with a worried look.

"Uhm, I'm fine… never better!"

"Dude, are you smoking hemp?" said Snotlout with a raised eyebrow. "Because if you are, then you better friggin' share!"

"What? No!" Hiccup tried to diffuse the situation. "I… didn't… smoke anything!"

"Yeah, Hiccup! Why don't you share?" said a smug Tuffnut, hand still groping him under the table.

'Jerk!' Hiccup thought. What he wouldn't give to just hit him in front of all his friends.

As he tried to finish his meal, the expert hand had suddenly reached a point of no return. Underneath the table, those fingers which he could only but plead to the gods to stop were now slowly rummaging under his trousers.

He sweat profusely under his tunic as he rose up from his seat a little too fast, banging his knees on the wooden table.

"Ahh damn it!" he exclaimed. Everyone's attention was focused on him again.

"You sure you're alright?" asked Astrid. "You're acting… weird… weirder… err." He could see the male Thorston snickering right next to him.

"No, I'm fine seriously!" said Hiccup, flustered as he brushed himself. "I think I've had enough for tonight. I'll see you guys later."

Hiccup limped hurriedly away, embarrassed at what just happened. The last thing he heard was Gobber yelling, "Run boy, run!" as the old Viking helped himself with Hiccup's leftovers.

Quickly enough he was already right by his house's doorstep. Sighing to himself, he was just glad he'd gotten away for now. As he was about to enter, a hand caught him by the arm, and he found himself in a passionate kiss with a tall blonde boy.

They'd been playing this game for quite some time now. Having broken up with Astrid two months before, Hiccup had inadvertently found himself in the arms of Tuffnut Thorston, of all people; one of his great tormentors during his younger days. He never forgot the bullying and the constant barrage of taunts he got from the other boy, along with the rest of his friends. As a kid, he simply waved them off, but that wasn't to say he didn't find himself close to tears at night when he was alone.

It had taken battling the Green-death, for him to be able to gain the respect of the entire village. He hadn't realized that long before that, he had already won the veiled affection of the male Thorston.

As it were, Hiccup now had trouble trying to keep himself sane from this assault on his person. His back against the door, he couldn't really do much but let the other boy have his way.

He felt the need to punch Tuffnut right square in the balls, but he was quickly lost in the moment. Their tongues battled for dominance, only for Hiccup to find himself following Tuffnut's every move.

"Bastard," gasped Hiccup as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were clouded as Tuffnut's tongue ran down the length his neck.

"I need you now," Tuff whispered next to his ear.

Hiccup shook him off a bit as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Damn it, can't you take a breather?" he exclaimed, anger suddenly building up inside him. "What the hell do you think you were doing back there?"

"What?" said Tuffnut bemused . "I was just having some fun!"

"Fun? Molesting me in front of everyone is your idea of fun?" Hiccup could feel his face heat up from all this excitement.

"Aw, c'mon! They didn't even notice! Seriously, it's not as if you weren't liking any of it," said Tuffnut with a smirk. He realized quickly what he had just said.

A look of disgust grew on Hiccup's face at hearing that. "That's not the point! I was… you were…"

Losing himself in words, Hiccup's gut clenched in anger. "Screw you, Thorston! Have fun touching yourself tonight!"

The door slammed behind him, rattling the wood paneled walls and the trinkets that hung around them. Hiccup let himself fall to his knees, not knowing what to feel at the moment, as a pleading Tuffnut knocked his fist persistently against the door.

End of first Chapter. Still working on what happens next. Am having a bit of writer's block at the moment. Hopefully I get enough time off work to think things through and try and get this storyline out of my head. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!