His lips traveled from her knuckles to her wrist, her palm, her arm, back to her face, cheekbones, lips, back to her hand again. Breathing heavily, he couldn't dare open his eyes; her scent was all around him. His fingers couldn't leave the damp strains of pale golden hair, his mind failed him over and over again, refusing to think. His back was starting to hurt from hunching over her but he barely noticed. He was there, she was there, that was all that mattered.
A hand grabbed him, he heard his name being whispered and he kept his eyes closed. He couldn't stop kissing her, holding her tight enough to bruise irreversibly. The grasp on his shoulder tightened, this time shaking him harshly. "Snotlout…"
He was out of breath, his lungs hurt from hyperventilating so hard, the World around him spanned hard. He kept kissing the knuckles, then the wrists, then her face, then the knuckles again. His name, this time, begged. "Snotlout! Please…"
He shook his head, he would not listen. His broad chest was like a stormy sea, rising and falling so rapidly that he was bound to crash hard. He breathed the ocean scent of the woman between his arms and marveled at how perfectly she fit there. Not once he liked holding anything as much as he loved holding her.
"SNOTLOUT!"
"NO!"
The revolt echoed around them, spreading to the open sea and getting lost in the wind. He resisted the desperate hold on his arms. He resisted opening his eyes like he resisted thoughts and sounds. He resisted letting the moment progress. He resisted letting this be. Ruffnut was quiet in his arms, accepting, still warm.
The breathing got harder, his head hurt. Something hot and wet forced his lids to open, something burned the back of his throat, something sharp and jagged moved inside him. If he opened his mouth again, he'd bleed, he knew.
He resisted shaking Ruff as harshly as Hiccup shook him; he resisted calling her name hoping she would answer. He resisted looking at the crimson wetness that covered his fingertips as they brushed her fringes back. He resisted another set of hands pulling him away from his light, his woman, his Ruff. His kissed her delicate knuckles again, hoping that if his lips stayed there long enough, they would give her all the life she took away with her.
A/N: Hey, quiet readers.