When We Cuddle

Rustling sound of pebbles under a pair of combat boots forced him to crack open his eyes and squint at the shadow towering him.

"Hey, you're awake."

"Yeah, except it hurts."

"You're gonna keep lying there?"

"A bit more… The sky just stopped spinning."

The deserted playground looked eerie at night with empty swings and slides and a damaged seesaw. It had been deemed unsafe for children long ago, ever since the 'big kids' declared the area as their own. One of said big kids was now lying on the ground as a young adult and still no child could step foot in that playground without getting scolded by their parents.

Ruffnut's hands rested on her hips as she shifted her weight from one long leg to another. Snotlout looked positively ridiculous stretched out there, well after midnight, like some rookie fratboy who'd had a bit too much to drink. Knowing that his knock out had nothing to do with booze made it difficult to take the situation seriously.

She shook her head and her long braids waved against her waist. The cigarette in her hand was yet to be lit. Remembering the whole scene was enough to make her snort unapologetically, while Snotlout flashed a very offended glare. Ruffnut didn't even see his face; it had been ages since anyone bothered to fix the lamp posts in the park. The somber feel of the place was only highlighted by the fact that they had no source of lighting, apart from the main road and the weak twinkle of a few big stars among the ones that got lost over strong city lights.

"You'll make fun of that for a year, won't you?"

Ruff's snort had turned into a shameless sniggering already, she shrugged and dug into her tight pocket to find the lighter she mooched from god knows who. She lit the cigarette and slumped down next to him, only to rest her head on his shoulder and continue to make the most of the moment.

"Maybe. I may cut you some slack though."

Snotlout tried not to rub the throbbing spot on his temple. He'd seen his fair share of tackling on the football field but this definitely deserved a spot on the Hall of Fame. He stole the cigarette from her lips and asked.

"How come?"

"I already drew dicks on your face, for one thing."

"Ruff!"

His free hand was trapped under the lanky blonde, so he dropped ash all over his face trying to erase the phallic art he couldn't see. Ruff didn't even try to hide her snickering; instead she took the cigarette back and made herself as comfortable as she could on a prickly surface. Snuggling up to people was not her forte, Snot was definitely the cuddler but at that moment, she didn't mind. After dragging for a good few seconds, she handed it back to Mr. Misery right beside her.

"Kidding. We didn't have any sharpies."

"Assholes…"

Even if Snot's cigarette snatch was harsh, she didn't care because she knew better. He wouldn't have pulled her closer like he did now, if he were really upset. She let him; this was their playground after all and nobody was around. The pebbles poked at her bare legs that her well-loved denim shorts failed to cover, so she threw her feet over Snot's as well. If he was going to do lie there and do nothing, he might as well be her mattress.

A pause followed their harmless bickering and Ruffnut ruined the quiet moment with a slowly building cackle.

"Dude, I still can't believe Tuff kicked you in the head while swinging."

A/N: If you're not too big on twins, you must be pretty bored of this challenge by now. I realized I've been downright neglecting the others so I'll try and include more Fishlegs, Astrid and Hiccup. Expect to see them soon. Thanks for reading! x