"Pfft- pptpt… fpt!"
"Snotlout, I swear to Odin…"
"I am choking."
"I didn't force you to octopus-grip me when I'm trying to sleep."
"I know! Just- not even a single braid?"
"No. Either move away or pipe down."
Snotlout sighed and tried to breathe through the ocean of blonde his face was in the middle of. It was a miracle she didn't kick him in the groin to get him off her back in the first place; so letting the subject go seemed like the obvious choice. Not that he minded.
Soft, long, wavy strands soon gave up and settled between what little space left between him and Ruffnut while her breathing softened and slowed down. He let his fingers draw idle circles around her waist; a newly adopted comfort habit that he found himself reaching for. Another long winter night grew over the village as they fell asleep; tired, limbs tangled.