http://i-saw-myself.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-saw-myself.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-10-05 03:58 pm

Everybody is Somebody's Fool [bendytimed to right after the Masquerade] [closed]

Crashing the dance had been fun, but after only a little dancing, Hiccup had worn himself out. He really didn't have the stamina to keep up long.

A hasty exit was made, partly because they didn't know how the host would react and partly because Hiccup was about to fall over. Astrid was helping support him since he was a little unsteady on his feet.

"That was so great!" he effused. "I mean, ow, other than. You know. The ow. Ow."

He quickly added, self-consciously, with a tough guy sniff, "But I'm--I'm tough. I can take it. S'just a little aching. It will be dealt with. In--in a manly fashion."

Couldn't have the girlfriend thinking he was a wuss about some aches and pains. What Viking couldn't deal with a little dancing a day out of the Medbay, after a horrific injury? Certainly not him! He was tough! He was manry! He could dance while only getting a little bit out of breath!

He could...lean heavily on his girlfriend and limp along holding his tummy. Yeah.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
His act gets him a hearty pat on the back and just when he is about to stumble, Astrid loops an arm with one of his, keeping the boy steady again, and closely against her. "Alright, tough guy, you convinced me," she humors him. "I recall I did say I'd let you take charge and decide what you'd like to do for the day, sooo I'm listening."

Initially, after following through with his party crashing scheme for a bit of downtime fun, Hiccup was to return to their quarters and continue his recuperation. Understandably, he grew restless being constrained in one place for too long. It's the Viking nature within him. And while she is deeply concerned for his health above all else, Astrid didn't have the heart to deny him this time.

She closed an eye and gave a tender smile, adding, "--Nothing strenuous. That's the condition." The dancing and excitement took a minor toll on him, she could tell. Moment he does anything that contravenes this single condition of hers, his butt will be hauled back to the recovery bed.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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"Date," she immediately confirmed aloud.

She avoided his eyes, hiding her embarrassment, and with her arm still clinging on his, her hand sought out his own. Emboldened albeit somewhat tentative, she laced their fingers.

...Was this too forward? Hopefully it isn't too forward.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
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"Right. Date." Astrid nods in agreement, satisfied with the idea. "I feel a little bad ditching the guys back there. And--and leaving Toothless with someone," she admitted, free hand scratching her cheek sheepishly. "Yet... now that you're better, I'm happy we can be... alone."

A chuckle. "...I'm selfish, aren't I. Totally selfish."

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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Ever since their last days on Berk and their release from the pod caverns, "mushy" and the pair of teens seem to be synonymous.

She tipped her head curiously, raising an eyebrow. Fine, she'll go along with it and close her eyes.

"Blind date. Funny, Hiccup," she smirks.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
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Astrid smiles when he completely obscures her vision just to be extra sure. Right, no peeking. Then when he urges her to tell him, he'd feel her blinking in slight bemusement behind his hands.

She ponders silently.

"I... I...," she slowly responds, memories of Berk weaving back together from the depths of her heart.

It takes a long moment and just when it looks like nothing will happen, as if on cue, the atmosphere begins to shape in another direction and eventually overlaps with Hiccup's.

Something cold hit her nose. It;s followed by more of the same, a light shower of... something, delicately landing on her exposed skin.

Hold on. She knows this feeling. It's unmistakable. And she becomes visibly uncomfortable at this realization.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
When he removes his hands, Astrid's first response is to inwardly grimace and resists facepalming. She can't help blushing. Oh no, she visioned up something extremely corny just now. Even the most renowned romanticist would laugh.

She ducked her head modestly, biting her lip. "Childish, yeah I know."

'Course only the flurry of snowflakes, and the memory of snow, were all her doing... but it wasn't any less shamefully sappy!

Honestly, the scenery laid out for them is beautiful. Comforting. She thoughtfully observes every detail. "--But it's... just right. You did it better than anything I'd imagine alone..."

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
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It's fun playing Gods, isn't it, Hiccup. (No copyright infringing here!)

Easily impressed, Astrid approves. "Nice touch. Hm, though I think we're missing something..."

A snowball soars and explodes against his back, powdered snow likely in his hair now.

When he wasn't looking, she collected the softest patch of snow from the ground, and... well, she couldn't resist being Astrid.

"That's better," she cackles.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
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"And your "Sifu" has been teaching you what now?" she teases, shaking her head with an amused smile.

You poor boyfriend thing. Here, she'll be nice and kindly help wipe off leftover snow, also a perfect excuse to touch his hair and brush away the bangs from his eyes.

"Mm, sorry. Guess you could say you had it coming after so long." Now thinking about it, how many winters did they miss out on. ...Oof, depressing thoughts. None of that. That's strictly forbidden here.

Well, her snickering is stopped short when she suddenly lets out a sneeze. (Politely directing it away from him, mind you.)

Nngh. Funny how a little thing like temperature change can make you emit embarrassing, trivial noises. Time to sidle over to the fire or someplace warmer.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
She rolls her eyes, mouthing a snarky retort of 'Bite me'.

"Eh, the chill isn't my favorite thing, either. Hunting lessons and training in the cold can help a deal. Now I think we can agree the blizzards were terrible."

Her eyes follow his movements as he played and manipulated the elements, watching on in awe of the sheer creativity.

Then she just has to say something.

"...Arrree you treating the sky like your personal space notebook? I'm warning you now; don't do anything funny with those constellations," she scoffs playfully.

Joke, it's a joke.

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I. Heard. That," she hums dangerously. Bearskin? She won't ask.

He thinks he's real funny. Just to show him, she tampers with his "mural", flicking away stars and they fly across the night much like their shooting star name.

"Oops."

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-07 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
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Sure, it fits the theme. There were hot springs in the surrounding territory on Berk and she's visited a private location on more than one occasion, but...

She blinks, opening her mouth to say something then closes, then eventually asks, "...Do you think it's joking?"

Does the ship joke?

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
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He's polite, she will give him that.

Astrid tenses, really caught off-guard.

She rests her hand on her hip, bending forward and eyes him closely. "...You're asking me to get in with you stark naked? That what you mean?"

[identity profile] astridhofferson.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
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Hiccup's flustered expression is so easy to make out at this proximity. In fact, she is staring awfully suspiciously at his dumb face, until she glances back at the spring beside them.

Maybe it's the damned moonlight again. Or maybe it's the few drinks she had partaken at the ball. Because she is definitely mulling it over. (Did she just briefly lick her lips just now?)

Then, Astrid's eyes lock back on him... and she performs a fake bow, her hand extends out formally to the water. If he's any better at reading her body language, that naughty gleam in her eye is clear indication of her answer.

"Heroes first."