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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.

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She literally gaped, exclaiming a "--No."

Good thing the moon is out, otherwise he'd likely see she had started to blanch a little as her confidence falters. He's a reasoning monster, as to be expected.

Okay, that was her first instinctive response, however...

She shrugs. "...Well. M-Maybe." Biting the inside of her lip, she held her arm behind her back, watching her foot nervously kick at the ground. "...A-As long as you don't stare," she eventually murmurs.

"Well, turn around then," he said. "And I'll...I'll get in. And I'll stay turned around when--when you get in."

"On it," Astrid sighs, turning on one foot to face the opposite direction, and throwing her arms up, interlocking hands behind her head. She briefly wonders the merit in doing this to begin with, although she can't deny it is rather... fun and interesting.

"How, oh, how do I always end up in these crazy situations with you," she mumbles, loud enough for him to hear.

And just to psych him out, she'll whistle inappropriately at the most inopportune moment when he's probably in the middle of undressing and taking his sweet time about it.

Yeah, she's not peeking, but she can at least keep him on his toes a bit.

"This one was your idea," he pointed out, as he shrugged off his furry vest and placed it on a large stone, and then tugged on his plantsuit, trying to fumble with the stupid thing to get it off, slipping it off his chest and arms.

"Don't try to do that little turn-around: the springs were the ship's idea, just swimming was my idea, the naked was very much your idea. "

He will not let you pass that off on him, missy.

Now was the part that he was nervous about. She was turned around, right? Okay. Taking a deep, shaky, nervous breath, he tugged the rest of the plantsuit off, and with one last darting glance at Astrid, rushed for the water.

Astrid likely heard a loud splash.

"Okay. I'm in."

If she turned around, she'd see that it was up to Hiccup's shoulders, and his hair was now hanging wet in his face.

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"Is this your first time? The naked is kind of a mandatory factor with hot springs, for your information," she scoffs loudly, hastily working at her braid. It's essential for her wear it down just for this occasion. Blanket as much skin as possible, you see. Cheating, sure.

Swallowing, she shot him a wary glance and positions herself in his blind spot.

"Besides, you went along with it so eagerly. You could have refused. What's up with that?" she snorts.

With that out of the way, next is the... un-dress code situation. There's a lot of nervous, incredibly hesitant fumbling on her part as well. Along with awkward pauses, mental debates on whether to run for it, a heap of self-conscious concerns, but inevitably keeps her end of the deal, taking a moment to gently kick aside her stuff where she can find them.

Fast, but at just the right moment when she's pre-occupied there might have been an opening for the daring eye. Right?

"Hey, you know, I like a warm bath as much as the next Vi--well, way more than most Vikings. If there's any eagerness, it's only because I've got so many things on me that are sore that shouldn't be. And the water feels nice. Hence eagerness. And you don't have to be naked when you can swim in under-things."

It was a struggle. It really was a struggle between decency and respectfulness and, well, hormones. In the end, hormones won.

Sorry, Astrid, he's a teenage boy.

It was the quickest and most furtive of peeks, a sidelong one.

"So again, still your idea," he said, his voice even, so she would hopefully not suspect he was trying to keen a glance.

Then...he immediately looked away and closed his eyes, not just because he was afraid to get caught if he looked too long, but because he was ashamed for looking. The thing was, she was, yes, a beautiful girl, and she had a beautiful body. But that meant now he felt like he stole something that it wasn't his right to steal. Just a glance, sure, but that sight was something that should've been given, not stolen.

In fact, he was so guilty, he said, "...Uh, Astrid?"

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Another jerk of her head and a suspicious stare his way. Lucky for him, she is naively unaware, simply judging that it's all clear to proceed. "Hmph."

And her body reminds her that it is freezing. The warmth of steamy water literally beckons her now.

Astrid shivers, then hugs her upper torso modestly--more concerned with shielding that than anything else--carefully edging backwards. It's a little troublesome having to maneuver in this darkness and keep an eye on this boy.

Reaching the edge of the spring, first she tests the water and dips one foot in up to her bare ankle. "What?"

"I peeked." Oh, she was going to murder him. "A second ago."

She was going to muuuurder him.

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There was a yelp and something that sounded like it wasn't paying attention and clumsily slid on snow and right off the edge.

Because that's exactly what happened.

He'd miss it, but likewise, Hiccup likely will hear the splash and feel the violent ripples and waves, especially after that ungraceful tumble and fall in the water. Fortunately, she's quick to recover, and only her head bursts through the surface seconds after. Soaked, gasping, and vehemently sputtering in embarrassment.

"ARGH, you-- **** ** ***!"

Oh. Oh. OH. He gets a heavy splash for that.

"--Cannot believe you! No fair! I held out for YOU!," she blurts almost in a whine. And there's plenty more splashing where that came from.

"Idiot! Cheat! Perv! Incarnation of Loki--!" Laughably, all she can do is furiously smack and splash water at him. Practically harmless.

"I'm sorry!" He held up an arm and tried to fend off the splashing, to no avail. Escaping to get out of the reach of her splashes was also nearly impossible given he couldn't swim. All he could do was trudge slowly through the water, arm held up to block splashes.

"I hardly saw anything, I swear! It's too dark! And I fessed up, didn't I? That has to--" He got water in his mouth from a splash and spit it out. "That has to count for something, right?"

Eventually he was backed against the thin stone wall that separated the heated pool from the rest of the lake, and he stood there, his back to Astrid's furious splashes.

"I'm sorry! I really am sorry!"

And he was. In fact there was something contrite and pitiful the way he stood there, back to her splashes, arms wrapped around his torso. He wasn't just trying to keep from getting splashed in the face--he was refusing to look at her again, lest he get a glimpse of something she didn't want him to get a glimpse of while she jumped and splashed around.

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One last splash for good measure and her assault ends. She scowls indignantly, jerking around to face the other way and finally settles. No doubt there's an invisible barrier in the water between them now.

Contrary to his belief, it wasn't so much as his scandalous deed alone as it was the fact she hadn't caught him in advance--combined with the embarrassment of the naked wipeout just a moment ago.

And just maaaaybe him "beating her to the punch". Possibly.

After a long moment of sulking, she shifts uncomfortably, blushing despite herself and eventually murmurs. "...How--How much did you see?" Kind of putting him right on the spot there.

"Like I said, not much! Just a teeny, tiny glimpse. Like--like an outline."

In the moonlight.

His face was practically burning up with shame. Forgot the hot springs, he could've probably heated the water with his face.

"Sorry."

Way to go with the being a gentleman, Hiccup. Waaay to go. Ruined the entire date, good going.

His back was still to her.

"W-Whatever."

That... helps. If he is telling the truth, she can feel a bit better knowing he didn't suddenly develop and possess some stupid night vision after hanging with the dragon crowd for so long.

Astrid flatly stares ahead, sinking up to her nose. "S'not like there's anything to see," she snorts offhand remorsefully, and comically blowing bubbles in the water when she talks.

She flinches, pausing. ...She just admitted it out loud, didn't she. And it's all his fault, too!

Blushing profusely, she sinks lower in despair, the spring swallowing her along with her young girl's pride.

Now that took him aback, and when she surfaced again, he was looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused. "You're a beautiful girl, Astrid. The entire reason I'm guilty for stealing a peek, and--and feel like a depraved pervert is--is you're beautiful. Fact. But that means, you know, anything you ever want me to see--if you ever do--that should be given, not, like, stolen. That whole thing implies there is something of value to steal."

It was hard putting into words what he was feeling without being gross about it.

"You--I didn't see much, like I said, but, uh, of what I did see, I definitely wouldn't have minded, um, seeing more."

He added quickly, "Not that I--it's..."

ARGH SO AWKWARD.

"Okay, no, I'll just--you are world-class a hottie, okay? You're--you're a goddess. When someone looks as bad as I do, they're allowed to think they don't look good, but not when they look as good as you."

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Hiccup has opinions, apparently. And he's not afraid to voice them.

Astrid's eyebrows raise, pushing away wet strands out of her vision, and blinking in disbelief. Was he... was he scolding her?

...

She purses her lips, glancing away then back on him. "Hey..." Her tone is much softer now.

It's still difficult to tell in this night, but she seems to be staring at him fondly. Look, she's motioning for him to come over.

There was caution there. She might still want to, you know, knee him in the groin for peeking. So there was a moment's hesitation, and then he trudged over in the water to stand right in front of her.

He was clearly feeling as self-conscious as she was, hugging his arms to himself in the water, and looking like he thought maybe this whole thing had been a really bad idea.

He wouldn't look at her now, and he wouldn't look down in the water either, lest he see anything he wasn't supposed to see. Instead, his gaze was pointed harmlessly off to the side.

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True, at this distance, there is the risk that very little can remain obscured between them, nevertheless, right now she is not too concerned with the nude factor, seemingly forgetting about it completely as she reached out and softly touches his face, resting a hand on his cheek.

There's a sincere gaze in her eyes. It's not a shot to the groin, by any means, but it's probably unexpected when she guides him in for a kiss, although keeping a space between them for obvious reasons.

Hiccup didn't know what to do with his hands. Ultimately he rested them on her arms, for lack of anywhere better to put them.

When they finally pulled away from each other--and that took a while--he looked adorably befuddled.

he said in a hushed voice.

He had, after all, been expecting pain. Not...kisses.

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That was for his adorable, loving monologue back there.

Smiling sweetly, Astrid raises her hand and pets him on top of the head affectionately. The clueless boy. He just... doesn't get how much he means to her.

And then she dunks him.

That is... well, we all know what that is for.

He was sputtering as he came up.

"Okay," he coughed out. "That time I saw your boobs."

He was lying, of course, but it was retaliation for the dunking.

And he was also trying to escape, laughing maniacally.

Of course, considering he could only walk away through the water, he was pretty well screwed.

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Astrid growls. Oh this was personal now.

She submerges, tunneling through the water after him like a shark - but probably much, much scarier and no doubt equally just as fierce.

Bet he can't trudge fast enough, nope. Does he feel that? She is just gonna latch on to his automail leg, hindering his getaway and hopefully drag him down with her.

"Aack--blrrp--"

Oh, he was doomed.

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Success.

She keeps a firm grapple on the leg, wrestling him down deeper. Then when she's satisfied he has had enough, she releases him so he can get air--but not before giving him a deftly smack on the butt.

Surfacing, Astrid swims out of his reach, making circles around him, all the while grinning triumphantly.

Deserved it. He so deserved it.

There was indignant squeaking when he resurfaced. Such indignity! (Such sexy sexy indignity).

He trudged after her.

"Get back here! I'm gonna--I'm gonna--you're gonna get goosed is what. I will give you the goosing of your life," he insisted, laughing.

There were a few missed dives, but finally he caught her foot, thanks to her choosing to swim in showy little circles around him. (In very showy little circles, actually).

"Gotcha!"

Yank! And there was a deft (gentle) little pinch to the rear, then he let go of her leg.

"My ruthless retaliation is exacted!" he said throwing his hands in the air triumphantly.

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Eyes wide, Astrid gasps and holds her bottom, looking both offended and stunned. The audacity and boldness of this guy!

Now glaring, she thrusts her arm out, splashing him once. "--T'ch! You pinch like a bite from a premature Terrible Terror!" she mocks, laughing.

She flexes her fingers playfully, as she advances. "...But, hey, if it's that kind of battle you want..."

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