Song drabble meme!

[governorkang]

the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

HERE'S THE CATCH:
You only have the length of the song to write a drabble!
(Or, you could, you know.  Just put the song on repeat until you hit a stopping point.  Who's gonna know?)

Here's a handy HTML box, if you so desire!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

Lovingly stolen from axiomnexus~

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Diffuser - New High

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Hiccup was going to get in trouble. He was going to get in so much trouble. The ships were a valuable resource, and this was incredibly risky. He'd signed one out to fly planetside under the pretense that he was just practicing with it. You know, on account of that whole war thing?.

"Whoa whoa, hang on--mmph, Astrid--really would you stop that--oh my Gods--"

The entire problem with this was the initial adrenaline rush from the fancy flying he'd engaged in had apparently provoked the, ah, amorous intentions of his lady Viking.

Who refused to stay in the passenger seat, gods help him. It was hard piloting a ship with a girl sitting in your lap, but a squirmy, aggressive one? He didn't stand a chance.

They went into a dive, under the clouds and into the valley of a mountain range, and she was forced to stop the blatant groping that'd been distracting him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Hiccup almost sighed in relief.

"Look, I don't really think I'm good enough yet to, ah..." What word was he looking for here. "--multitask."

That was the word, wasn't it?

"You promised," was her quiet, very insistent reply.

"Promised I would take you flying now that they cleared me to fly, yes. The kissing thing--you--mmph--" There she went again. "--you decided to tack that on. Without asking me--not that I mind really, but I'm a bigger fan of not dying in a ball of flaming death."

Astrid sat there, perched on his lap, looking altogether displeased with the situation. Terribly displeased, and honestly, why was he complaining? His girlfriend wanted to mack on him.

Then she perked up with a thought.

"Isn't there, what do you call it--auto-pilot?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Where it goes by itself?"

"Well--" Hiccup sat up straighter in his seat. "Yes, there is."

She just stared at him. Then finally said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Hiccup flicked on the auto-pilot, and plugged in a destination into the navcom, once that'd keep them in the air for quite a while.

When he was finished, Astrid grinned at him like the cat that got the cream.

"...Please be gentle," Hiccup whimpered as he was mercilessly tackled. Make outs resumed (at 30, 000 feet. New record).

One thing was for sure, while nothing would ever beat flying Toothless, planes and speeders certainly had their upsides.