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She found herself enjoying the way his chocolate-brown hair flowed around his head with tufts at his ears and neck, how his nose was rounded at the end, but how well-defined and lightly stubbled his chin was. “But enough about me, I didn’t get ‘your’ name.” Hiccup told her. “My name’s Elsa.” the girl replied politely. “Elsa...cool name…” Hiccup murmured, taking another sip. Elsa grinned gently at his praise. “Thank you.” Then something about that name rang a bell in Hiccup. “Wait - aren't you Elsa from Arendelle? You run that big architecture firm?” Elsa took another sip of her wine. “The very same.” she chirped. “So what brings you out here to Provence, mon cherie?” Hiccup grinned as he asked this, exaggerating the French accent, which made Elsa smirk in amusement. “Oh, you know, an architecture company’s a huge responsibility. My family’s owned it for years.” she explained, pausing for a drink. “I’m lucky to ever go and get some time off.” “Guess you came to the right place.” Hiccup agreed. “You want to sit down?” 

While Toothless lay half-asleep on his side like a sardine, Hiccup and Elsa sat at the small wooden table beside the cottage’s kitchen area, chatting and drinking. “ - Her name’s Anna. You’d love her. She’s dating this guy Kristoff; he’s employed at my firm. You’d get along with him too.” Elsa was telling Hiccup. “You do live in good company.” he said, already liking the idea of meeting the rich girl’s sister and the collection of colourful characters she had befriended. “But what about your friends?” Elsa asked with that same curiosity from when she had volunteered to help lift that case. “My friends? Well there’s Gobber, missing a right hand and left leg, helps me out at the motorcycle repairs. It’s thanks to him that I can even put in all those nuts and bolts.” Hiccup explained. “Fishlegs, that’s his nickname, he’s an old schoolmate, great at computers, helped me get set up with my tablet here.” He held up his iPad to demonstrate. “Snotlout, ah…” He bobbed his hand side-to-side. “Drives a monster truck and gets a bit egotistical when it comes to racing. Bit of a muttonhead, but means well.” Elsa just nodded. “Ruffnut and Tuffnut, they’re twins, can be a bit of a handful. Navy-trained like me, love their death metal. And their motorcycles. But you’d definitely love my mum.” “If she’s mother to someone as sweet as you, I think I would.” Elsa smiled over the rim of her glass. This complement sent butterflies fluttering in Hiccup’s stomach and his cheeks grew warmer than the French summer air could possibly be, even in the cooling shade of the rented cottage. He wanted the wine he drank to extinguish his blushing, his lips seeming to stick to the glass. “Hiccup, you okay?” Elsa was looking at him with those winter-blue eyes in which the brunette saw many things, such as fondness in finding companionship, but unusually, a bit of loneliness. “I’m fine, thanks, Elsa…” He had only just met this girl, himself a moody, gawky mechanic and a beautiful businesswoman, but rather than dwell on it, Hiccup went on drinking, Elsa doing the same. 

“Well, thank you for - uh, thank you, Hiccup.” Elsa eventually said, getting up once her glass was finished. Toothless bolted to his feet and wagged his tail in the hopes of some more affection before she left. “Oh, don’t mention it.  Thank ‘you’ for shifting that stupid case.” Hiccup replied, lightly kicking said case with a clunk. “Oh, it was nothing - ” “Seriously, you got some real push - ” They paused when noticing they were talking over one another and suddenly went silent, glancing away from one another sheepishly. Toothless darted his head between them waiting for whatever was going to happen next. “Well, I think I should be getting back…” Elsa suggested. Toothless’ eyes grew round at the very thought. “Sure, I’ve got to get Toothless and my supper on the go too…” Hiccup awkwardly agreed. “Same here.” Elsa remarked. “I know, Toothless…” she continued, getting to one knee and stroking the labrador who panted in his desire for her to keep going. “Hope you’re liking that place you rented. Sure looks fancy.” Hiccup smirked. “Well I’m starting to like yours really.” Elsa replied, appreciating the cottage’s more humble, rustic design. “It just looks so…cosy.” Now Hiccup was beginning to wonder if they were drawing out their goodbyes, but nonetheless he glanced around and murmured, “Sure does.” Giving him that mild, possibly bashful smile, Elsa finished stroking Toothless and moved for the door. She paused and turned back slightly. “Hiccup?”

Elsa’s cheeks went pink and her mouth dropped open as she tried to process everything.

Carefully squeezing more lotion out of the tube, Elsa gestured for Hiccup to flip over. As he lay on his front, she sat on the bench next to him and simply massaged the cream into his back. The brunette closed his eyes, loving every minute of it. Elsa was truly enjoying the feel of her hands upon his neck and rangy arms. She did hesitate at his one leg, but Hiccup just nodded encouragingly and she slid her palms up and down his thigh and calf. Pure pleasure pulsated through the young woman at how the hairs across his leg were so coarse and prickly. When she had him sit up straight so she could do his face, it wasn't long before her eyes got lost in his, so full of wit and warmth. For a moment, her lips had come incredibly close to his, before she urgently turned away and stood up. “Thanks…” Hiccup said, a little suspicious at what just happened.

“Hiccup?” Elsa piped up, becoming slightly shy as the young man looked up at her. “Would you like to do me? I - I mean, would you like to rub me - no - rub on my suncream?” Hiccup held in a laugh at how she stumbled with her words. “As you wish, your majesty.” he joked. Elsa frowned at him as she took his hand to carefully squirt on some cream. “First name terms, Hiccup.” She slid her dainty feet out of her pumps and lay face down on the bench with her chin resting over her folded arms.

Hiccup found his eyes trailing down the fair skin of Elsa’s back to the teal bikini fabric barely concealing her round, plump bum. He heard another giggle from her. “Hiccup, are you staring at my boo-tiiieee?” she teased in a singsong voice, awakening him from his trance.

“Sorry.” he gulped. Focusing, despite his ears feeling hot from how embarrassed he was, he gingerly lowered his palm onto her back. When his hand was upon her skin, Hiccup took a moment to relish the smooth, silky feel that was simply Elsa. 

“Mmm…” Elsa moaned, closing her eyes like she was tasting hot chocolate. She could feel how rough those hands were from handling motorcycle machinery, having had their share of scars from accidents that had healed over time. His calloused palms and fingers tended to her with utmost care and loving attention. Hiccup loved how his slow, indolent rubs sent the girl humming in pleasure. Under his touch, her skin was like putty he could toy with. “Having fun, your majesty?” he asked smugly. “Oh, shut up and do my belly…” came a muffled reply, though he could hear the glee in Elsa’s voice. 

When she turned herself so he could apply the next dab of cream, the brunette dragged his fingers along her abs like an artist at his very own passion project. Elsa happily watched him work, letting out tiny grunts and hums. “You treat your motorbikes this immaculately?” she inquired in a somewhat husky voice, her eyes becoming hooded not just from the heat. “That's the key to handling machinery, O queen…” Hiccup humorously told her with his smile widening, leaning closer into her face. “You tend to them…” His fingers continued to idly slide across her skin. “You lubricate them…” Squirting extra cream onto Elsa, he indulged her in more rubs so that her skin gleamed. Their breathing grew more audible as they looked into one another’s eyes. “And you...tune them.” Hiccup finished, wiggling his fingers along Elsa’s stomach. Elsa squealed, giggling and lightly flailing about. 

Then Hiccup opened his mouth in mock surprise. “Don’t tell me her majesty is ticklish?” “Hiccup…” Elsa scolded him, laying her hands protectively over her stomach, but the attempt to fight down her grin was pretty much in vain. “Say your prayers, Elsa. It’s tickling time!” Hiccup taunted and he lunged, his hands skittering across her sides. Elsa squirmed on the bench, her shrieks of laughter and snorting growing more hysterical. She mentally cursed her bikini for leaving her so vulnerable to Hiccup’s mischievous assault, but there was no denying how much she loved this. The two went on wriggling and struggling as Hiccup continued to ticklishly torture Elsa, before he settled down and Elsa found the chance to catch her breath. It wasn’t long before she glanced to her right. There Hiccup lay, propped on his side and not even taking that goofy smile off his stubbly face, amusement dancing in his eyes. Feeling something, she looked down at how they both had a hand rested on each other’s side. Her legs had entangled themselves around his living and his prosthetic ones. Silence passed between Hiccup and Elsa as they tried to comprehend all this. Huddled together, his rounded nose some millimetres from her narrower, more pointed nose, forest green eyes reaching out to wintry blue eyes, both wide and glinting with indescribable emotion. The air was so thick with this alien feeling that neither seemed ready to make the next move. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” Elsa asked in jest, making Hiccup chuckle. “Well aren’t you?” he asked back. She certainly didn’t look ready to object to how their hands stayed settled on their sides, nor how her legs stayed curled around his. Not when his touch was so gentle, nor when the hairs of his legs bristled up against her skin. The sincerity in Elsa’s smile drove away the awkward pangs that had previously risen up in Hiccup’s stomach minutes ago. 

More suncream was squirted out by Hiccup and applied to Elsa’s face. He traced her cheeks, nose and forehead, never once pressing too hard. It made Elsa relax and gaze at Hiccup more affectionately than possible. Hiccup wouldn’t question, while he daubed her face, why she couldn’t take her hand away from his stomach. Her fingers settled over his abs and belly button, the intimacy between the two soaring to unimaginable levels.  

“How’s that?” Hiccup asked, rubbing in one final layer of cream to the back of Elsa’s neck. “Just one more thing left…” the girl spoke up, rising off the bench. Hiccup sat up again ready for his next task. Suddenly the suncream bottle was handed back to him and he took it, looking up. “Well, attend to your queen.” Elsa commanded Hiccup and lifted her right leg. Time seemed to freeze for Hiccup. He was simply drawn to those curves, from Elsa’s sleek thigh to her foot that dipped its toes over the flagstones, as flawless as fine porcelain. Remembering the bottle in his hand, he glanced up at Elsa who smiled as she waited for him to obey her command. He squirted a dollop of cream onto his palm, then after placing the bottle on the bench, he reached with trembling hands.