I'm in a serious Hicret mood today, so here you go. Originally, I'd thought about keeping this story T-rated... and then the boys took over. *shrug* Not sorry! ^^

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Chapter 6

"Do you know what I find amusing?" Eret asked as Hiccup returned from the bathroom. After bidding their farewell to Mrs Ingerman and her pension, they were now getting ready to spend the first night in their new home. The thought alone gave Hiccup a good feeling, and Eret's amused smirk now only added to it. "Mrs Ingerman knows we're a couple. And she's still worried we would fall for this spirit disguised as some girl with a pretty face."

Rolling his eyes a little, Hiccup chuckled. "Well, last time I checked we weren't only into men – or each other, for that matter," he commented dryly. "Remember that Australian woman, for example? I think we were both rather smitten with her. And then there was the other one, the one who brought her… what did she call them? Ah, right. Wingmaiden. That certainly was a night to remember."

Eret snorted, but didn't contradict him. It would have been futile anyway. "Very true," he agreed as he pulled off his shirt. "Maybe I'm just too used to people making assumptions."

Hiccup nodded, understanding, even as the sight of Eret's bare torso was rather distracting. Eret had dealt with far more homophobic and ignorant people in his life than Hiccup. "But Mrs Ingerman knows about bisexuality and other relationship models than average monogamy, remember? She's completely aware of her son's relationship with Scott and Heather. And okay with it, I should add."

Eret hummed in thought. "You're right. I might need a bit to get used to that kind of tolerance though. To be honest, I hadn't expected to ever meet open-minded people like her, let alone out here. But maybe it's this place; the endless land and the wide open sea… It's a magical place." He laughed quietly as he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Hiccup alone for a minute. Alone with his thoughts.

Magical...

Sitting down onto their freshly made bed, he gazed out of the narrow window at the ocean in the distance. He'd almost forgotten the incident a few weeks back, when his mind had blanked out for hours, and Mrs Ingerman had first brought up the Undine. But after their conversation today…

'Beware of her alluring song.'

A song… His memories of that day were fuzzy at best, and truth be told, he hadn't thought about it much anyway. But there was… something in his memories, not really a melody or singing, no real noises at all. It had been more like… like the memory of a song, tugging at his subconsciousness. Calling…

But no, that was nonsense! He hadn't heard a song… had he? Was it… possible?

"Do you think we should be worried though?" he called over to the other room where he could hear Eret brushing his teeth. Yes, he hadn't thought of that day in weeks. But today, it somehow felt more real again.

"Worrie' a'ou' wha'?" Eret asked, and briefly poked his head out of the attached bathroom, mouth foamy with bluish toothpaste. The sight made Hiccup's lips twitch.

"About the undine."

There was a moment of silence, then loud guffaws of laughter, followed by a curse and even more laughter. "See?" Eret entered their bedroom a few moments later, foam-free now, and wiped away tears of laughter. "This happens if you make such comments at such a moment. The first time we ever used that mirror, and it's already littered with drops of toothpaste."

"Then we already know who's going to clean it," Hiccup commented, trying to stay serious despite humour tugging at his lips. It was hard to stay gloomy around Eret, he mused as he rolled around to lay on the bed properly. And it was part of what he loved about him; that he could always brighten his mood.

Eret nodded vigorously. "You, for making me laugh at such an unfair moment. Seriously, H, you're not believing anything of what she told us, do you? The Undine is nothing but a local legend."

"And aren't you the one who always tells me that every legend has a grain of truth in it?" Hiccup retorted, throwing back the cover to invite Eret in.

Snorting, Eret climbed in next to him and covered them both again. The nights could be awfully chilly out here – which made cuddling all the better. "Yes, I know I said that," he said as he wrapped his broad arm around Hiccup's midst. "But a water spirit? Seriously? The 'grain of truth' in this story is probably what she said about the boy. Because I dug a little deeper the first time she told me about the Undine. Yes, there was a boy who suddenly was overly happy one day, in love maybe, and then tragically died a few days later. And do you know how Mrs Ingerman knows that story? Because her great-grandmother told it to her. So, the truth in this legend is that, about a hundred years ago, a boy drowned in the ocean. Maybe it was suicide because his feelings weren't returned. Or maybe it was a little more tragically romantic, and he was on a date with his love when he accidentally fell into the ocean and drowned. Everything's possible, and there's no way to tell what really happened. But people around here like to believe in spirits and other supernatural creatures. So, of course, to them, it had been the evil doing of an undine."

Hiccup pondered for a moment… and then nodded, chuckling. "I guess you're right," he admitted, feeling a little sheepish for actually having entertained the idea of a mermaid living in this bay. Because, how stupid an idea was that, really… Forcing those thoughts away, he snuggled closer into Eret's warm embrace. "Maybe it's just this place. The ocean is so big, so powerful. Everything else feels so small and insignificant next to it that the idea of something magical living in there seemed…"

"...legit?" Eret suggested when Hiccup trailed off, and Hiccup nodded. "I know what you mean." He paused, then added with clear humour in his voice, "It is a magical place!"

"Mmh, yes… magical…" Hiccup hummed softly, mind momentarily going blank as Eret let his hand glide down Hiccup's side. It was an obvious attempt to change the subject, but honestly, Hiccup wasn't complaining. This was their first night here, after all, and they had… plans.

Eret's hand left a warm tingling trail on his lower abdomen right down to his pelvis, but wouldn't quite touch him where he wanted him to. It was a game Eret was quite fond of, making him squirm before he actually did anything, and Hiccup loved it.

"C'mon, Ret," he moaned, pressing back against Eret after what felt like endless teasing, rough fingers dancing over flushed skin. The feeling of Eret's warmth against his back and the heat of his semi against his ass was wonderful, but he wanted more.

"A little impatient, are we?" Eret chuckled against his back, and pressed a pleasantly stinging bite-kiss to Hiccup's shoulder that made him gasp. "But don't worry, you're not alone there." His hand reached down, and Hiccup let his head fall back against Eret as he brought his cock to full firmness with a few knowing strokes. Finally, they were getting to the interesting part of the night.

Hiccup whined when Eret stopped touching him, but quickly got the message when he turned just in time to catch the bottle of lube his boyfriend tossed him. They switched regularly, always depending on their current mood, and apparently, Eret's prostate was craving attention tonight.

Again, Hiccup had no reason to complain. Working Eret open with slow and careful motions was always a show on its own; Eret moaned at the stretch, twisting and mewling at even the slightest teasing against his prostate. Hiccup loved to watch him like this, completely unwound in these primal reactions.

"Fuck! C'mon Hic," Eret eventually growled, repeating Hiccup's earlier needy plea. His cock was fully erect by now, steadily leaking pearly white drops of precum, and Hiccup simply couldn't resist. Grinning, he leaned down to lick them off, making Eret whimper almost pitifully. Then he positioned himself, gave his cock a few helpful tugs and generously lubed himself, before he slowly pushed into his boyfriend with a few measured thrusts.

The first few moments were always a little overwhelming. The heat. The tight grip of smooth muscles. The sight of Eret's flushed face, so utterly debauched. But it didn't take much to get grounded again. Eret's husky voice when he begged him to go on, their intertwined hands pressed to the mattress, and the rhythm of their heavy breathing. The way they kissed and rutted, pressing and clutching, it was like a spell. Perfection.

With the help of Hiccup's hand, Eret came first, cursing like a sailor and leaving a mess on his bare chest – though luckily not of the fresh sheets. Hiccup followed shortly after, watching Eret and the sensation of tightening muscles around his cock enough to hurtle over the edge as well.

White hot pleasure washed through him, made him cross-eyed, and tore a guttural groan from his throat, before he slumped down on Eret's chest. His arms and legs always got a little weak afterwards, but he wasn't worried about hurting Eret – of the two of them, Eret was the broader one after all – and he didn't care about his ruined shirt either.

"It's great to finally be home," Eret muttered with an audible grin, his hands running up and down Hiccup's back as the rush of reward hormones slowly dwindled.

Hiccup could only hum in agreement. Now, they were finally home, ready to start their new life.

Together.

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That night, she did nothing but bask in the warmth of her humans.

Not that she owned them. Humans were part of life, not owned by anyone. And yet, she couldn't help but think of them as hers. Not as in they belonged her… But there certainly was something drawing her toward them, something she'd never felt before in her entire existence.

So she spent the night floating near the small building, humming contently until the waves around her fell asleep. There was a sense of peace in her, one she hadn't known before. Somehow, this was where she belonged, near these humans. It didn't make sense with her inherited knowledge that humans meant death, but then, what did make sense? Staying away hadn't been right, she was certain of that, at least.

So she decided to stay. She would stay close to the small headland with the tiny building, a building she'd almost forgotten was there until they had changed it. She would stay close to her humans, to the taller darker one and the smaller lighter one.

On and on, she watched them, day by day, interested in the way they moved, drawn in by the way they interacted. It was strange, foreign. Appealing. So warm.

She stayed even though she knew she shouldn't.

Because something was calling for her, and it was impossible to resist.

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Ah, they are so adorable! ^.^