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Aster groaned as he pushed back from the desk in his living room, the tv droning on about something of no interest to him. Yawning, Aster decided to walk onto the fire escape to get some fresh air.

He slid down to sit on the metal and pulled out his cell phone, frowning when he didn't see any new messages. Aster huffed, letting his head fall back and his eyes slide closed. Maybe the kid wasn't interested...Not that he'd blame him. But Aster would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. He really wanted to see him again...

Aster ran a hand through his loose bangs, unable to take the tension building in his neck and shoulders from waiting. It had been a week!

Aster tried to preoccupy himself with sketching some stuff for potential paintings. Though he found that every time he tried to work on his usual stuff of landscapes or flowers or anything abstract, he would always end up putting Hiccup somewhere in the scene.

He felt like he was loosing his mind...How could he be so preoccupied over a kid?! If Aster didn't know that the class required you to be 18 to model, he would have guessed Hiccup was 12...

He was broken from his thoughts by a knock coming from the front door.

Aster groaned loudly and dramatically, running his hands over his face. Damnitt, Jack. The little frostbite had been over time and time again trying to see if Aster got his model. The Australian was getting sick of slamming the door on that face...And honestly he could only get away with it so many times before he got an earful from Pitch.

Pulling himself up, he trudged to his front door. "Damnitt, Frostbite! How many times do I have to tell ya to leave me be?!" He yelled. He swung open the door, ready to scold the white-haired maile when he froze at the sight of green eyes and brown hair.

"Ah...Hope I'm not interupting anything," Hiccup spoke up, a nervous smile on his adorable freckled face.

Aster felt his cheeks heat up and he cleared his throat. Blimy! The kid was even cuter than he remembered! "N-no, come on in," He stepped aside, allowing Hiccup to pass him. He caught the small thank you the kid said and had to hold back a hum of pleasure at the scent of the teen. Shaking his head, Aster shut the door, trying to will himself calm. "Please, sit down on the couch,"

Hiccup nodded, a pink dust to his cheeks as he did as he was told, his curious green eyes looking about. When Aster sat beside him, Hiccup stiffened a bit but managed to not run away. "Um...I like your place..." He spoke up.

"Thanks," Aster leaned back against the arm of the couch, his arm resting on the back, his left leg hooked under him. He was so used to sitting like this with his friends that he was too late to notice that he could now easily reach up to touch Hiccup's hair... Blinking out as many impure thoughts as he could, Aster managed a small welcoming smile. "I was starting to think I wouldn't hear from ya," he admitted, praying it didn't sound creepy.

Hiccup shrugged, smiling himself. "Yeah...Sorry. I debated over it for...a long time," His fingers figeted with the hems of his long green sleeves in his lap. "I honestly didn't know if you were serious. I mean, how often does someone get a job offer from their idol?"

Aster's eyes widened as he felt his heart skip a beat. "Your idol?"

Hiccup blushed a deep pink. Obviously he hadn't meant to say that. "I mean...From someone famous," he amended, now refusing to look at the man. "I mean, who'da guessed that someone like you would be someplace like that. I thought I was gunna have a heart attack-"

"It's alright," Aster cut in calmly, finding the boy's fast paced talking adorable. "So, should I assume that you being here is your way of saying yes?" Hiccup nodded. Aster quirked a brow. "I assume you're new to this...This is the point when most people state their conditions,"

Hiccup looked up at Aster, confused. "Conditions?"

"Yeah. Like...let's see...How much you want to get paid per job? How often do you need a break? If the work is sold, do you want to be mentioned as the model or get a part of the pay? When are you free to work? Would you do costumes or nudes?"

Hiccup's face turned red at the last part and Aster decided then to quit talking and let the kid process everything. As much as it would kill him, he would let the kid have a chance to back out if need be. For what seemed like an eternity, Hiccup chewed on his lower lip as he looked off in thought. Aster remained as patient as he could, trying to not think of how wonderful it would be to have a lewdly-dressed Hiccup in his studio.

Finally, the brunet spoke up. "I'm not really concerned with pay...I mean I work so...I don't exactly need the money. It's nice to have around but...I'll live,"

Aster shook his head, frowning. "No can do, kid. I can't have you work for me without being paid. It's a matter of principal," He hummed in thought. "I can go as high as...ten dollars an hour. And if I sell anything you're in, you can get fifty percent,"

"F-fifty?!" Hiccup squeaked. "I...I couldn't possibly-"

"A work featuring a model couldn't very well exist without the model," Aster cut in. "So you get fifty. As for breaks...I can usually do a work featuring a person within a few hours, depending on how much detail I put in. For works that can potentially be sold, though...three hours everyday for a week sound alright?"

"...Monday through Friday?" When Aster nodded, Hiccup smiled. "Sounds good. What time?"

"Four to seven,"

"Perfect," Hiccup gushed breathily.

Aster smiled, releived. "Any other conditions?"

Hiccup blushed a bit. "Ah...about the...other part..." He shrugged. "W-were you planning to do...nudes?"

Aster chuckled at the way the kid practically whispered the last part. "No, not exactly. But I think making you pose naked would be a little strange, considering your age,"

Hiccup frowned. "I'm not that young,"

"Eighteen, right?"

"Twenty-one," Hiccup corrected, muttering.

Aster smirked at that. "Is that right? Well...maybe just a little...under-dressed then," When Hiccup's blush darkened, Aster chuckled again. "Would you like a contract written up?"

"No, I trust you," Hiccup said quickly.

It was now Aster's turn to blush. He coughed nervously. "Well, um...I'll be sure to note all of this. Since it's past six, we can start tomorrow. I'll draw some stuff up tonight and figure out which idea to use first. You don't mind being featured in a series, do you?"

"Wow...A series?" Hiccup shook his head, grinning stupidly. "Um...I'm sorry. It's just hard to picture. Flattering but...wow..." He stood then, straightening his clothes before turning back to Aster. "If you're sure. I look forward to working with you, sir," He held out his hand for Aster to shake.

Aster smiled and stood, shaking the kid's hand and trying to ignore the jolt of excitement the contact gave him. "Please, call me Aster,"

Hiccup's smile widened even more (if possible). "Aster.." Aster had to fight the shudder of pleasure hearing his name pass those lips caused. "I'll see you tomorrow then," He turned to leave before stopping, exlaiming a loud 'oh'. Quickly, the brunet dug in his pockets and pulled out a folded peice of notebook paper, handing it to Aster. "You should have this then. Bye!"

Aster watched as the kid (a kid to him anyway) left. Curious, he unfolded the paper in his hands and found Hiccup's cell number, house number, and email neatly scrawled on it.

The artist smiled. Now he just had to decide which of his ideas to work on first...

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