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"This Sickness" (ch.21)

--"I'm almost drowning in her sea, she's nearly fallen to her knees..."--

       Tuffnut swung his sword through the air, bringing it down with a vicious swipe, grunting with the force of it when the metal sparked against pitted stone. Taking in a breath he snatched the blade up, spinning around to cut a half circle in the air behind him, quickly spinning to his left to jab into a haystack, stopping the blade when the hay scratched at his fist. He ripped the weapon from the hay bale, whipping around to drop a strike to the wood of his ZippleBack's stall. Instead the sword crashed to the floor with a loud and heavy snap, forcing him to drop it and wrench back in surprise.

        He looked up with confused eyes, watching Scrye slowly turn her body back around, grinning and chuckling again as she sent her serpent-like neck twisting his way. Her spiked tail scraped across the hay covered floor, its tip tapping tauntingly at him as it slowly retreated behind her and back into her stall. She chuckled again, clicking softly in unison with Snuff and Snort, who were matching her laughter in quiet unison. He laughed himself, unable to stop himself as Scrye picked the blade up between her crooked teeth, offering it back to him with more quiet clicks.

        "Stupid thing, I could'a killed you." He grinned, rubbing at the top of the Nightmare's head, listening to her chuckle again and watching her shake her head in an apparent answer. Snuff and Snort clucked together in agreement, drawing his eyes up to them as well. "Oh shut up! I'll take you all on! Come on, we'll go outside and settle this on the hillside right now!" He turned towards the barn door, striding towards it with a purpose as he waved them to follow him over his shoulder. He needed something like this anyways, just practicing by himself was starting to kill him. It was more boring than not practicing at all.

        "Leaving so soon?" Tuffnut's step faltered before stopping all together, his brow furrowing as a figure stepped into the sunlight of the doorway and planted hands on its narrow hips. He knew the curve of those hips. He stood straight, shaking hair out of his eyes, attempting to blink the sun away from the boy's lean little form.

        "Hiccup? Aren't you supposed to be down in the village?" He propped his sword's tip into a pit in the ground, allowing himself to lean on it with a mock shake of his head as he heard the little brunette laughing at him. He started into the barn, the sun slowly ebbing from his form as he moved closer, revealing more and more the details that made up his favorite little viking.

        "I told you I was going to come visit you, Tuff. So don't pull this whole, "mightier than thou" shit, I'm here and there's nothing you can do about it." Hiccup tossed his hands in the air before coming to a stop in front of him, pointing a finger into his chest with a determined gaze locked onto his own. He only continued to give a smug smile that felt entirely comfortable on his face. The boy had come with a speech prepared, part of him loved that.

        "Aren't you going to be missed?" He arched a brow, watching the boy's emerald eyes fall to scanning over his bare chest, his finger hesitating before curling in on itself and drawing back in to his chest, as though he had just realized Tuffnut was shirtless. He smirked, Hiccup blinking before looking back up to him, letting his eyes harden over with resolve once more.

        "Toothless is covering for me. He's hiding out in the clearing, everyone thinks we're out running some routine fly routes." Tuffnut stood still for a moment, simply smirking down at the boy, letting the silence linger between them. Hiccup continued frowning up at him, continuing to dare him to disagree with his eyes. But, the longer he stood there staring, the more uncomfortable the little viking seemed to get. Eventually his eyes started to dart around awkwardly, his head dropping to allow his gaze to rove over their booted feet, fingers toying with each other nervously as he tried to articulate words around the deafening quiet. Tuffnut bit back on the laugh welling in the back of his throat.

        Calmly he reached out and brushed fingers through the boy's hair, pushing the fine auburn strands behind the round of his ear. Hiccup looked up at him, a rose tint flooding his freckled cheeks, a happy comfort glittering in the rich green of his eyes. His own eyes softened, fingers brushing down the side of Hiccup's slender little throat, following the fading trail of paling brown speckles on his milky skin. "Tuffnut?" His fingers closed over the dip of skin between Hiccup's throat and shoulder, fingertips, mindlessly gentle, pressing into the soft base of his throat. Gods the things that could be done to him. The things he could make this boy's body do..."Tuff?"