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Hiccup hummed as Viggo ran the fingers of both hands through his hair. Viggo sat behind him, legs to either side of him. Hiccup had his foot dangling into the pond. They were in the cove, Toothless napping in a spot of sunlight. They’d decided to just relax, and Hiccup had taken his shirt off to ward off the heat of the summer. Viggo was also without his top layer of clothing.
“You have beautiful hair,” Viggo told him, leaning in to rub his nose against his ear. He chuckled. “As messy as it is.”
Hiccup laughed. “You know I try to comb it. It just doesn’t work.”
“I know.” He kept running fingers through his hair, playing with the locks. “I think that’s the appeal in it. It’s wild, just like you.”
“I’m not wild,” Hiccup argued playfully.
Viggo let out a small snort. “You can do flight maneuvers that would make any other person lose their insides.”
“Okay, true…”
“And you repeatedly jumped off a cliff to test your flight suit, if I remember you telling me correctly.”
“How else was I supposed to test it?” Hiccup asked.
Viggo just laughed instead of answering. He kept playing with Hiccup’s hair, and Hiccup loved the soothing feeling of it. Hair was intimate among their culture, something that only a lover or parent could touch, and Viggo was certainly Hiccup’s lover.
Hiccup felt a slight tugging on one side.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a little braid,” Viggo answered. “I like it when you have braids.”
“You can braid hair?” Hiccup was a little surprised given the size of Viggo’s fingers - his hands were not small.
“Indeed I can.” A few moments later, Viggo let go of his hair. “There. Done.”
Hiccup was going to get his legs out of the cool water and turn to face Viggo, but he paused when he felt him rubbing his hands over his shoulders. His fingers traced over his shoulder blades, then down over his spine. Hiccup arched a little, sighed. Viggo knew just where to touch him to make him feel good, even in a non-sexual manner.
Hiccup’s sigh turned into a hum as Viggo pressed his lips to his shoulder. His lips moved, pressing kisses into different parts of his skin. It seemed random instead of in a pattern.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing your freckles,” Viggo responded. He ran fingers down over his spine again.
“Do you want to be here all day?” Hiccup hadn’t really seen his back, but he was sure it was just as speckled as the rest of him.
“I wouldn’t mind. It’s nice out.”
“We would get sun burns.”
Hiccup could nearly hear Viggo smile.
“Then I have a better place where we could continue this.” Viggo stood, and Hiccup looked to him, saw that he was holding out his hand to help him up. “I’m assuming your bedroom is free?”
Hiccup smiled, took Viggo’s hand. “It is.”