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insertmeathere2010-09-29 03:33 pm
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Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.
The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.
You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).
Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.
You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.
But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.
You're not alone. Someone is watching you.
Who is it? What will you do?
You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).
Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.
You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.
But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.
You're not alone. Someone is watching you.
Who is it? What will you do?
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There was a slight pout and a thin of her eyes upon him when he refused her. Nevertheless, she's a devious, stubborn thing so she was not about to give in. Thus a hand continued to carefully hoist the hem up whenever he tried to tug it back down.
"Tha-that might... hold still... that might be." If he won't let her raise his tunic, she'll just go about this another way... inevitably snaking her hand under and up past the hem, playing across his tummy and skin with cold fingers.
"But it makes me laugh. It was nice." Of course she means not laughing at him in a contempt manner. And that was a huge thing considering, with Astrid, Hiccup always earned a beating or some form of hate and ridicule when he did idiotic stuff.
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There was wiggling as he tried to escape her hand.
Did he love when she stuck her hands on him? Hell yes. But right now he was feeling more nervous and embarrassed than anything, and he had that big ugly scar there that wasn't there before, and so the war of the fingers continued as he still held down the hem of his tunic while she tried to sliiide her hands up underneath it.
"Did you think...that it was cute?" he asked curiously.
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"Well... yeah. I don't know how to explain it, but... I feel like it's something you'd only do around. Um. Around me," she replies, keeping her eyes downcast and tries to focus on 'winning' their little game they have going.
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He uncrossed his leg, some of the self-consciousness dissipating like fog in the afternoon, and started to bop that foot around slightly to the music that was still playing, toes curled happily.
And oh no, he seems to have lost his grip on the hem of his tunic. Looks like he lost the game. Oops.
"And--and you think I'm cute," he clarified. "Hence the groping. That you're doing right now. So it was, with me not with pants, and what I was doing was cute, and you think I'm cute. So that's why you liked it."
So articulate.
Forgive him, Astrid, he's still getting used to this remotely-being-attractive-to-a-girl thing. In fact, he's kind of starting to look faintly pleased over it.
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"Took you long enough to put it together," she teased softly, a genuine smile breaking through.
Oh, he can have his pants back now, if he wanted them.
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Huuuuuur. Girl.
He leaned his head against her shoulder, smiling a shy, crooked smile.
It was just...nice to be wanted.
But he'd been interrupted, hadn't he? A sudden, conniving expression came over his face and he quickly rolled away--too quickly to be caught again.
"Stacy, restart the song!" he said, hiding behind the wall again.
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Ah, he fled. In his absence, she drops her hands to her lap.
Astrid blinks. It took her a moment to realize what he is planning... and her eyes widen. "Y..You're not..."
Oh Gods. He is serious. He is... so serious.
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"You said you liked it because it looked like something I'd only do in front of you," he said from behind the wall.
The first bit of piano music played. He slid into the room again with the second bit of piano music, his back to her, and this time he didn't even trip. Looking back at her over over his shoulder, he said:
"Well, you were right."
Then he whirled around and started to dance. Yes, for her. He was only blushing a little bit while he did it, too. Mostly he just looked cool and confident and silly--and at ease with his own silliness--as he jerked his hips in time to the music.
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His moves probably won't win him any awards, but it sure granted him a newfound respect and evoked a small bout of giggles from the girl, rarely seen to most. She futilely tries to stifle her laughter behind her fist.
She was... having fun with this.
Yep, he's totally confident and far braver than she right now, Astrid could give him that. And she was adoring every bit.
"W-Wow. Shake it!"
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His dancing was sometimes made awkward from the automail leg, which, while better than his old clunky prosthetic, wasn't the most flexible, but for the most part he was able to prance his way around the room with an dynamic spring to his step.
Throwing himself at her feet where she was sitting and jiggling his shoulders, he wriggled his way up in front of her, teasing the hem of his tunic up his legs, and then letting it drop again before he really showed anything.
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She slapped a hand to her flushed cheek, snickering loudly, holding her stomach with the other arm. Her gut was hurting. Oh was it hurting.
Just...
"Now who is the teasing tease!" she gasped out, rubbing her eyelid. Has she ever laughed this much?
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Eventually the song ended and he moved her arms out of the way and plopped back into her lap, a little out of breath himself.
"I'm glad you were entertained," he said, deadpan, in response to her laughter.
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The laughter dies down to chuckles until she finally settles.
Forgetting her strength, she threw her arms around his torso in a rib-cracking embrace, her cheek rubbing against his contently. "Okay, okay that was good. Definitely cute. Real cute. Hahaha, if... if I didn't like you so much, I'd kill you for doing that to me!"
Oh these Vikings.
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Oof, that was a heck of a hug. He liked the cheek-rubbing, though, and nuzzled her right back.
The best thing of all was her laughter. He was so used to people laughing at him, but this was her just laughing with him, having fun. There was a time that he would've, well, given a leg to make her laugh this jubilantly.
"Now can I have my pants?" A pause. "Ooor I could stay here like this if you wanted me to. Pants are overrated, right?"
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"You learn fast," she compliments him, humming against his ear.
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He leaned back against the cushy arm of the chair, and adjusted his legs over the over arm, and got comfy in her lap.
"Right, well, here I am, pants-less and completely at your mercy."
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"Hmm. That you are." She walks her fingers along his good leg, stopping at his exposed thigh and delivers a playful little pinch to it.
"What ever shall I do with you now?" It's purposely left open for him. Hey, it was nice to hear him out every so often. She can be benevolent!
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As for her question, that was a very good question indeed.
"Any--anything you want?" he suggested hopefully.
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"Fine. I guess I'll have you dance on my lap. And if you happen to sing, we'll just fill that in as an added bonus," she coo's gently, her fingers drumming on his fleshy leg for clear emphasis.
Aaah, now she is being touchy-feely to demonstrate exactly what she means. And he's a smart fellow. Surely he can put two and two together.
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"I can--I can do that. I...I..." Hiccup murmured as she started to get a little handsy, his own hands sliding over top hers, guiding them. "I...I am so not...articulate...like this."
Music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQV9I3Seo2I) kicked on. Helpfully.
I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon
Let's get it on--
"Real cute. Music off," Hiccup called out. No distractions.
Where his leg dangled over the arm of the chair, his toes started to curl.
Fade to black, baby. Faaade to black.