~~**~~ Right, so the first line is from the Incubus song "just a phase"...it seemed to fit this portion of the story well and inspired me to write a little more XD Anywho, I feel the need to ask...I need a few ideas for the continuation of the story! I've got a sketch of a plot worked out for this, but I'm starting to feel like my sex scenes are running too close to the same every time. I don't want to get boring/predictable/monotonous...so please, if you have ANY ideas, DO tell me! Whether you put it in a review or send it to me in a note I will reply and if I use it I'll be CERTAIN to give you credit for your idea! ;3 Thankyou all so much for reading and being so sweet! I'll update again soon, promise! Enjoy!^^~~**~~
"I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up..."
"Hiccup, don't fill up on mead, you're dad'll be upset if you don't eat something." Astrid patted his shoulder lightly, glancing around as she gave a false smile, leaning in to hiss into his ear. He closed his own eyes, fighting back the groan that was building in his throat, gripping the metal tankard in his hand and chugging out of it instead. "What's WRONG with you? I thought I told you to lay off!" Astrid spat at him, turning and snatching the mug from his hands with a slosh of the amber liquid. He rolled his eyes, shifting to the side slightly in effort to escape her claw-like grip on the back of his shirt. "It'll look bad on me AND your dad if you get tanked. Go SIT somewhere." She turned, sitting the half empty mug on the battered wood of a table near to them, slamming it a bit as she did. He watched her stalk off, tossing thin flaxen hair over her shoulder and giving another bright smile to a vikingess that his father battled along side of sometimes.
Turning he grabbed the tankard off the table, clutching it as hard as he could as he drew it to his chest, titling his head back and emptying it of the fiery liquid it contained. He started towards a giant barrel on the back wall, aiming for his third refill of the night; and it was early yet. Astrid's laugh filtered over to him, making him glance over his shoulder at her tiredly, watching her mingle with everyone he was SUPPOSED to be mingling with. He turned around, sighing tiredly again as he filled his cup, studying the liquid stream as it fell loudly into the dark depths of the tankard.
His father had always wanted him to be a bigger part of village life. He had always wanted him to speak at these dinners, talk to everyone that was important to him...start to become the village chieftain he was supposed to be. Astrid was all over it. She was doing everything he was supposed to, urging him to do it alongside of her, actually forcing him most of the time. He pulled the cool metal of the tankard to his lips, inhaling the scent of the liquid before letting it slide down his throat. He began to wonder if he stayed with Astrid, if he'd become a drunkard. It was the only way he'd be able stand alongside of the girl with a smile.
That wasn't fair. He shook his head, dropping the mug to curl his second hand around it, turning to look out over the slowly filling meeting hall. His father was laughing and greeting everyone, telling them all to help themselves to the mead, that dinner would be out soon. The dinner was to send off another scouting party to the island they had been looking at. Some of the men were staying behind with some of the dragons to start out a new, smaller village, to see if the second island could support them as well as this one. It had been a long process, and there was still alot more stretched before them, but his father was making it all happen smoothly. Astrid was just trying to make him happy. She just wanted to be part of the family, because she loved him. It wasn't fair for him to take his anger at Tuffnut out on her.
The blonde's name echoed in his head as it darted through, forcing him to close his eyes and drown the noise in another gulp of mead. He still wasn't sure what had gone on two weeks ago. He still wasn't sure what had happened even longer before that...Why he had thought he had heard the lithe viking screaming his name protectively as he mauled the beast of a dragon he now called a pet. Hiccup shook his head, dropping the mug level with his stomach, staring at the pitted wooden planks stretched out before him, and the soles of the boots of the vikings that milled around near him. It hurt to think of Tuffnut, especially because the boy hadn't come to apologize yet.
But, what hurt even worse was the fact that he hadn't seen Tuffnut around the village at all lately, and when he would manage to spot Ruffnut, she would always brush him off with a blunt response of, "He's in that damn barn still." Hiccup didn't know what to make of that. Was the blonde avoiding him? Was he staying in the barn all the time because of what had happened between them there? Or was Hiccup himself trying to piece together pieces that didn't fit, in desperation to appease his aching heart?
A commotion at the door caught his attention, along with everyone else's, it seemed. He looked up, blinking in some surprise as he watched Ruffnut stumble through the door, looking as though she had been pushed through the threshold. Staggering to stand straight she whipped around, her heavy braids thudding loudly against her torso as she shot a slender hand through the darkened doorway, latching onto something tightly. Hiccup took a small step forwards, his grip tightening on the battered metal of the tankard in his hand. Ruffnut jerked her twin through the doorway, growling as the boy stumbled past her with a snarl of his own. She released his shirt front, sending him tripping into a young vikingess that Hiccup had only seen once or twice before.
Ruffnut smirked, brushing her hands off before turning to smile triumphantly at everyone, nodding and giving small waves to people she knew and recognized, then turning victoriously to her brother as he righted himself and turned back to scowl at her. The female twin smiled and gestured to the expanse of the room, everyone having lost interest by now and gone back to what they were doing and talking about. The towering boy turned and looked viciously over the room, every muscle in his form tensed for escape as he did. Suddenly Hiccup found the slate grays latched onto his gaze, boring into him from across the room. His cheeks flamed, soft echos of the blonde's groans of pleasure dancing through his mind suddenly.
He looked down, flexing his grip on the tankard to remind himself of where he was and who he was around, forcing himself to take in deep breaths and douse the fire in his lower half. He couldn't help but smile though, happy that Tuffnut had wanted to hold his gaze for as long as he had, happy that the blonde had apparently sought him out in the room first.
He beamed, looking up and tossing strands of hair from his eyes as he did, excited to see the twin a second time for the first time in what felt like years. Instead he found himself grinning at an empty spot in the room. His heart sank as his eyes darted frantically around the hall, finally spotting the blonde's broad back, and the woman he was talking to. If possible Hiccup's heart sank farther into his stomach, his gaze following it to the floor again. Why hadn't he seen that one coming?
"Hiccup, what are you doing? Come on, your dad has someone he wants you to talk to." He looked up again, letting the heartache and fatigue show in his eyes this time as Astrid walked over smiling, holding out a slender hand. She paused, tilting her head as she placed the hand lightly on his back, some concern taking over her features. "Are you alright, Hiccup? Did something happen?" He shook his head, looking away from the pity in her eyes, feeling her take his drink from his hand and set it on a table they were near. "Are you sure?" He sighed heavily, glancing up to see Tuffnut glancing over his shoulder at them, a frown dominating his features as his strong arms folded over the bredth of his chest.
"I'm fine...What do you need me to do?" He turned back to Astrid, taking in the soft round of her face and the thinness of her neck. Her eyes suddenly seemed to large, her mouth following suit, her hair too stringy and short.
"Just come on. No more mead, okay? I think you're a little drunk as it is." She took his hand and turned, starting to lead him through the sparse crowd with a shake of her head. He could only feel a tingling buzz in the back of his head at the moment, but, with any luck, by the end of the night he wouldn't know who he was or where he was. Hiccup turned and looked one final time at Tuffnut, but the blonde was turned to speak with his twin and the same girl, his sister's arm wrapped around the strange girl in a friendly manner that seemed odd for her. With any luck, by the end of the night, he wouldn't even know who Tuffnut was.