A tiny drabble submitted in Tumblr for Avanna's "Pervstrid" contest. :p

This is so tiny but yeah... I liked the idea, so I thought I might as well share it here. I might make something else out of this, or maybe a continuation. Haha.

WICKED GAME

Hiccup yawned loudly; it's early. Too early as far as he's concerned, but Gobber had asked him (more like bossed him into it) to come early for a couple of urgent tasks.

Lazily, he dragged himself over to one of the workbenches as he stretched his still very stiff body, distractedly rubbing his arms to keep the daybreak chill away.

"G'mornin'," Hiccup slowly greeted his mentor, who returned the welcome, walking closer to the burning furnace to bask in its fiery warmth. He felt like dozing back into sleep.

"I got some tasks fer ye," Gobber said, his one good hand reaching for a sheet of paper with a list scribbled in it. "We have ter… wha's tha' one?"

Hiccup spared the older Viking an idle glance out of courtesy, and immediately felt the blood drain from his face. He lunged, arms outstretched, one goal in mind.

Hide that thorsdamned thing before he sees it.

"Hiccup, wha in Odin's name!"

"Sorry about that!" Hiccup, now very much awake, fumbled gracelessly and danced out of Gobber's way just in time, the forbidden item securely hidden within his left palm.

He excused himself in the worst, most suspicious way possible, and hid inside his little office, pulling the curtain close with unrestrained vigour. Hiccup looked at the content of his palm warily.

Astrid had started out with little sweet messages that she would hide among his possessions, somewhere she knew only he would find. Things like, "I love all of your freckles the same" and "Your smile makes me happy" that brightened up his day and were just so nice. Finding these, and adequately returning the kindness, became their silent game.

However, she soon started getting more daring with each passing day – with where she hid these messages at first, and then… Hiccup hesitantly opened the tiny roll of paper and began reading it to himself.

"I hope you're thinking of me now… I'm naked in my bed, wet and yearning for your hard, freckled – "

Hiccup blushed despite himself and warily hid Astrid's sexually explicit message inside one of his jars. He closed his eyes and exhaled, trying his best to ignore the lively tug of freckled flesh within his trousers.

This little game of hers was getting dangerous… but he loved it.

END

(In case you don't know what Pervstrid means, well... just put the words Perv and Astrid together and voilá!)