Frustration…
He was on his third try now, and still couldn't get it right. Not to mention the three times he tried yesterday. And was almost frozen for it. Well, he was pretty sure she wouldn't freeze him just yet. But he didn't miss the glare she'd thrown him when he showed up late for dinner. She was a bit scary, but amazing!
He was trying to make a brooch. Maybe that could double as a clasp for a cloak. He had tried to carve a mold to pour the molten silver in, but it hadn't come out right. Carving his design from a solid piece of silver, then hollowing it out would take weeks. He didn't have weeks. He wanted this to be special. He sighed, this particular project would have to wait. He decided on something simple that could be done in a couple of days.
He put away his materials and started sharpening the tools that had piled up over the last few days. He'd gotten to the shop early. Valdor had gotten behind as the remaining ships needed some fittings for their voyage home. The smith had been grumbling about someone chasing princesses around the castle. But it was good-natured. He had caught the older man looking at him with a wistful look more than a few times. He also had not said much when he told him of his meeting with the Queens' council. He managed a "Well done lad!" And a healthy clap on the back before turning away, wiping his face when he thought he wasn't looking.
He had gotten through most of the pile when he noticed the time was upon him. He told the smith goodbye, promising to return later. Valdor waved him off. He handed him a package for the Queen. He told him to go and spend time with his future wife. He blushed at the thought. There was still a ways to go on that. But he still hoped deep down that one day, that would come true. And life would be so much sweeter than it is now.
He made his way through the town. Trying to favor his left leg. It was sore from running yesterday when he had been late. It was probably just bruised, and he knew he should stay off of it. But with all that was going on, that was next to impossible. Maybe he could soak in the tub for a while. He huffed to himself. Bath-time had now taken on a different meaning. Sure, she was just curious, but what she was doing to him… He shook those thoughts off. Besides her being, -innocent. They had to be careful. If they weren't being watched before, it was certainly happening now.
He made it to the palace where one of the servants was waiting. She led him to his room. He gave the package to her and bade her take it to the Queen. He undressed and got in the bath already drawn for him. He would have to thank the person who put the chair next to the bath. This one was more utilitarian, no cushions to soak. He reached down and rubbed his leg. Then leaned back and relaxed. He kept half his mind listening to the servants in the other room. Noting anyone leaving or entering. He washed his own hair this time. Then got out and dried off.
His clothes were laid out for him. It irritated him a little. He dressed himself at least. His tunic was blue this time. And a vest that was striped black and gold. White pants with his red sash. White waistcoat with gold trimming. A pair of white cloth gloves, his cloak topped it off. He looked at himself in the mirror. He would have to sketch this later. His friends would find it amusing. But who was he kidding, he would never hear the end of it.
There was a knock on the door. Elsa came in but stopped after only a few steps. Her eyes widened and her mouth was slightly open. She seemed to be appraising him. He straightened his back, and thrust his chin out.
"Well? How do I look?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. He tried not to smile, but was only partly successful.
She ducked her head, bringing a hand up to push her hair behind her ear. She looked at him and smiled, biting her lip. His insides flipped. She kept one of her hands behind her back. She looked very Queenly. Her regal robe covered her neck to foot. He resolved to make that a crime. Her arms were bare though. The dress was blue-green, with a dark purple bodice. Her cape was a lighter shade of purple. Crown on her head. She walked to him slowly, still appraising. She walked all the way around, coming to a stop in front of him. Their eyes met, there was a small smile on her lips. She crossed an arm around her middle. She tapped her cheek with a finger.
"Oh, I don't know. It's missing something." He was really starting to love that tone in her voice. "Oh yes! How about, THIS!" She brought a ring of metal in to his line of sight. A circlet? It was thickly plated with gold. The center was plated in silver, a little wider. His sigil was carved in the center. He would have to talk to its creator later. It was a very nice piece, but he frowned.
"Do I have to wear that?" The glare she shot him said 'yes, yes you do, -or else!' She set it on his head and stepped back. Checking the whole effect. She smiled again, and curtsied deeply.
"My Lord!" She said half-playfully. He would do it, of course, for her. It seemed to make her happy. The bells outside started ringing. He bowed to her, bringing an arm across his waist.
"My Queen!" He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curled in a smile. "The gloves too!" She said. He complied, reluctantly. He offered his arm, and they left the room.
They walked down a hallway, and down a flight of stairs. Up to a set of doors that had guards posted on either side. Upon entering, all those gathered paid their respects. Anna and Kristoff were there. Along with a rather large collection of what he guessed were local noblemen, ministers, and other important people. He hadn't realized he tensed until he felt a slight squeeze on his arm. He fought the urge to look, and bowed at the guests in return. They walked through them to the doors leading to the balcony. He could tell there was a larger gathering outside. He heard a voice over all the others, but couldn't quite gather what was being said. A cheer went up. He steeled himself. He could guess what came next. There was another squeeze on his arm. This time, he looked. She was smiling brightly at him. She looked so happy. His heart swelled. He would do this, all of this, for her. Just so that smile would not leave.
The doors were opened, and they stepped out. A louder cheer went up. Stepping to the railing, he looked out upon the whole of Arendelle. They had all gathered to see their Queen, and their future King. He was slightly uneasy. He didn't entertain any notion that they were here for him. They loved her. He could only hope that after this all was over, they would look upon him the same way. He had been lauded, after the Red Death, sure. And after the war with Drago. But after the Berserkers, it was different. He shook those memories from his head. Today was about her. He would focus only on that.
She started waving to the crowd. He followed her lead. She raised their clasped hands, and the crowd loved it. Soon a chant went up. Kiss, kiss, kiss! He was really uncomfortable now. He was sure his blush could be seen from the very back of the courtyard. She turned to him and took his other hand. She was blushing too. She smiled and bit her lip. His decision was made. This was just as much for he and Elsa, as it was for the crowd. They took a half-step toward each other. Leaning in slowly, their lips touched. Chaste, but long. The world was drowned out in that small amount of time. A cheer went up and they broke, but after a few minutes the chant was still there.
He turned to her, and she to him. The corner of his mouth curled. He raised an eyebrow. She glared a little, she was trying not to smile. He took her by the waist and pulled her to him. Her arms came up his and settled on his shoulders. He tilted his head slightly and kissed her. She opened her mouth slightly, but only just. Keeping the kiss modest, barely. Almost a full half-minute later, the noise from the crowd filtered back. They were apparently pleased. They stood there and waved for a few more minutes. She leaned toward him slightly.
"Isn't this wonderful Hiccup? They all came to see us!" It was a sight to be sure, but he disagreed.
"No, they came here to see you! You're the pretty one!" She poked him in the ribs. He looked at her. She was blushing. He turned his attention back to the crowd. She squeezed his hand.
"That may be, but you sir, are the icing on the cake!" It was his turn. They looked upon each other, smiling. Gods, she was beautiful! He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She smiled and bit her lip. She tugged on his hands, and placed an equally soft kiss on his. "I love you Hiccup!" "And I love you Elsa!" Their grip tightened on their hands.
They were joined by Kristoff and Anna. He felt a hand on his arm. He turned and saw Anna smiling up at him. He remembered what he said to her. He prayed to the gods it would come true. He stepped back, the sisters shared a hug. He received a firm handshake from Kristoff. They all turned and waved to the crowd. Another huge cheer went up. They stood there a while longer until Catarin determined it was time to leave.
They walked back up to Hiccups' room where Anna and Kristoff said their goodbyes. They were spending the day together. Elsa grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him into the room. His mind started thinking some racy thoughts. Her dragging him into a bedroom…
"Sit!" It wasn't a request. All such thoughts left his mind. He sat on the couch. A hushed conversation ensued with Elsas' own handmaidens. She turned to his own servants, Tatjana and Kirvil.
"Make Lord Haddock comfortable, I shall return in a few moments!" She didn't seem angry, but her lips were tight. A serious look on her face. Elsa left the room, glancing at him with an unreadable expression.
Kirvil and Tatjana did as they were told. Soon he was in his tunic and pants. A few moments later, Elsa returned. She was in a simple bathrobe that reached to the floor. He hair was in a ponytail. She instructed Kirvil to retrieve some refreshments from the kitchens. She bid Tatjana to remain outside with the door opened. Both servants dipped, and did as they were instructed.
"Take it off!" She said in a not-so-gentle tone.
"Elsa?" He could feel his face heat up. The racy thoughts came back full force. She rolled her eyes, and cocked her hip. Crossing her arms in front of her.
"Your foot Hiccup! Take it off…" He could see her face start to tint. He thought he hid his discomfort well, but apparently not well enough.
"ELSA…" His tone slightly warning.
"You're hurting Hiccup! Now take it off!" Her eyes glowed. He felt the temperature in the room drop slightly. He did as he was told. She quickly turned and headed to the bathroom. She returned a few moments later with a basin. A couple of wash cloths draped over her arm. She sat on the floor in front of him, curling her legs to the side. She picked up his prosthetic and examined it, looking at the cup. She then gently took his leg, and washed it. The warm water and her gentle hands did horrible things to his insides. Not to mention sending blood to places he didn't need right. this. moment.
"Elsa…" He said more gently this time.
"Hiccup, why? Why didn't you say something?" She looked hurt. But she had to know…
"Elsa, you know what we are. Some things cannot be put off just because of a minor discomfort. Besides, it's my fault for being late to dinner yesterday."
"It didn't look minor to me! And, we could have put this off for one more day-" Why was she being so difficult? Surely she understood…
"No it could not Elsa! This had to happen, come Hel or high water! And, a Chief cannot show weakness!" She shot him a glare. Her eyes flashed bright blue, Eyebrows knotted together.
"Am I not Your Queen?" She stopped and straightened. A look of complete surprise at her outburst. She closed her eyes wincing. When she opened them again, she looked sad.
"Hiccup, I…" She looked away slightly, then back. "I'm sorry, -I, I may not be your queen yet, -but I don't want you hurting. Especially on my account. -I want you to tell me, I -want to take care of you." She took another cloth and blotted the skin dry. He leaned forward and put his hand on her shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on her hair.
"You will always be my Queen! And I'm sorry. I'm -used to being on my own, fending for myself. I will tell you if I hurt." She looked up and smiled. Then planted a quick kiss on his lips. She settled down and examined the end of his leg. She released it, then straightened on her knees. She scooted forward, then placed her hands on his knees. They traveled upwards to his thighs, then rolled out to the side, then back to his knees again. She was looking down at his lap biting her lip. After three circuits, he placed his hands atop hers stopping them.
"Elsa, -please!" His mind was going numb. She looked at him. The blue in her eyes was almost gone. She leaned down and kissed him, long and deep. Her fingertips were gently kneading his muscles. Two could play this game. He brought his hand up and tugged gently on her robe, exposing her neck and one shoulder. The angle making easy access. He slid off her mouth, kissing his way across her cheek to her jaw. He kissed the soft skin below her ear. She sighed breathily. He then trailed down her neck, and across the top of her shoulder kissing, and gently nipping at her skin. He started back. When he reached the base of her neck, she mewled. She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed gently. They separated slightly. She rested her forehead on his chest.
"Hiccup-" She was trying to control her breathing. She separated after a few moments, then leaned back in and kissed him, long but chaste. Experimenting with the different angle. She pulled her robe back in place and straightened it, then stood and offered her hand. He couldn't quite grasp what she intended.
"Come-" She said. He took her hand and she helped him stand. She took an arm around her shoulder, and wrapped hers around his waist. Her strength surprised him. "-Come rest." She directed him to the bed. This could be danger of a different kind. They almost toppled over, but she held firm.
"Elsa…" She turned him around, and gently set him down on the bed. He looked at her. There was concern on her face. "There are things I have to do, -not to mention a, -project I'm working on-" She shot a glare at him again. Not as intense.
"Hiccup!" She looked away and frowned. Then turned back, a pleading look in her eyes. "Hiccup, I, -please Hiccup, it will ease my mind knowing you're here, resting." She sat down next to him turning to his side, and curled a leg in front of her. She ran her hand across his shoulders, then down his back. She took his right hand and caressed the back of it with her cheek, then placed a soft kiss upon it. Her hand traveled from the base of his spine to his neck and into his hair, threading her fingers in it. He was done arguing.
Just then, Tatjana arrived pushing a cart filled with covered plates and pitchers. Elsa thanked her, and bid her wait outside. She asked Kirvil to fetch pillows for him. She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. She returned carrying a shirt. She sat down as before, and before he had time to protest, she grabbed the hem of his tunic and yanked it over his head. She placed gentle kisses on his shoulder, working her way to his neck. The feel of her lips set off a fire inside him. He leaned sideways into her, to stop the contact. He wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself, open door or not. He rested his head on her shoulder. He could hear her heart thumping. He placed a hand beside him to steady himself. He found her knee and gently squeezed. Her right hand traveled across his chest, the left up and down his back. She curled her right arm around his neck. He felt her kiss his hair. She held him to her, the fingers of her left hand trailing up and down his spine. His heart swelled. He felt, -loved and cared for.
She released him and grabbed the shirt. It was long, and probably would reach the floor if he stood. She helped him into it, and placed a quick peck to his temple. She crawled behind him, taking the pillows and stacking them. He took his cue, and scooted backwards. He sat and leaned back slightly. She adjusted the pillows so he could sit mostly upright. She crawled over his legs and came to a stop. She moved to straddle them. He had to swallow his heart, or at least a lump as big as one. She sat on his ankle and ran her hands up the outside of his legs. She stopped at his knees, tugging gently at his pants… He bolted straight, grabbing her wrists.
"Elsa! -Please! You're, -you." He had to think quickly before his mind went completely blank. "We have to, -we must be, -careful. And, -and you're, -you are driving me crazy." She blushed and smiled shyly. Then she slowly leaned forward. He released her, not entirely sure it was a good idea. She placed her hands on either side of him. Her robe slightly opened. He didn't want to look- He quickly looked at her face. She looked down, then back up to his face. There was a look he hadn't seen yet. Positively smoking! He wasn't sure where to look. He leaned back as she pressed forward. She bit her lip. Rational thought was quickly leaving.
She placed a long, slow kiss to his lips, then his cheek. She nuzzled along his jaw to his ear. She took the lobe with her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth. She released it.
"The feeling is mutual, My Lord!" She breathed into his ear. It went straight to his nether regions. He grabbed her arms firmly. He placed a quick kiss to the spot below her ear. She slowly backed away. He kissed along her jaw, and stopped at her lips. Placing a long kiss of his own. He brought a hand up and cupped her cheek. She backed away, yet scooted forward not breaking the contact. She turned her head and kissed his palm. She then took the hand and placed it over her heart. "I love you." She only mouthed it. "And I love you." He returned.
Kirvil returned with the pillows. Elsa quickly got up. She placed a few behind his back, and one for his left knee. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I will stop by every chance I get. The staff will provide for your every need." She told him.
"No, -they won't." He was sure of this. She rolled her eyes.
"Yes! Only now am I finding out how needy you are!" She said flatly. He took her hand.
"Only when it comes to you, my dear!" He quickly kissed a knuckle. She laughed that melodious laugh he fell in love with. She was blushing, shaking her head. "Oh Hiccup!" She smiled brightly. She darted in quickly and pecked his forehead. "I'll be back!" There was another muted conversation with someone, and she was gone.
Tatjana and Kirvil sprung into action. They placed a curious little table across his lap. On it, they placed a plate with a variety of small cakes. He was poured a glass of juice. He was asked if there was anything he required. He thought for a moment. If he was going to be stuck here for a while, he might as well be productive. He asked for books. Books of Aredellian history, and anything containing stories of dragons. He also asked for blank paper and a quill or charcoal for writing. The girls dipped and left. He enjoyed a cake or two. He loved the juice. He doubted whether he could get some to survive the trip to Berk, but he was willing to try.
A while later, Elsa returned. She was wearing a very queenly gown, her crown atop her head. She was stunning. A bit of cake nearly fell out of his mouth. She smiled warmly.
"Is there anything else I can do?" It was an innocent enough question. The corner of his mouth curled.
"Maybe, -later?" He wiggled his eyebrows. She went completely scarlet.
"Hiccup!" She admonished. She was smiling though. Another look crossed her face. "We'll have dinner this evening, and maybe after… Dessert?" She wobbled her head side to side, cocking an eyebrow on that last word. A slightly modified version of that smoky look came over her face. He gulped dryly. He gave that round to her. Gods! That woman… She smiled, smugly victorious.
"I love you" He mouthed. "And I love you." She returned, then left.
He had been reading for a few hours when there was a knock on the door. Anna came in and pulled a chair up next to the bed. "Hiccup, I heard you had hurt yourself. Are you alright?" She wore an expression of concern.
"I'm fine Anna. Just a little sore. Your sister insisted I rest, and I didn't argue… much." She smiled.
"I know! If I get sick, she'll tell me to stay in bed, or she would freeze me to it!" She laughed. "You're really in for it now, Hiccup!"
"Yes! The horror! Frozen to the bed of a beautiful Snow Queen! Should I jump out the window now?" He deadpanned. She giggled.
"Not just yet I think." They sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
"So, has Kristoff left?" He asked.
"Yes-" She sighed. "He said he would only be gone a week this time, but I miss him just the same."
"He loves you, I can see it." He said.
"I know, and I love him-" She trailed off. She looked at him intently. "Hiccup? How, -how did you know it was the right time for, -for your wife?"
He startled a bit at the boldness of her question. And still, mentioning her didn't have the sharp pang it used to. This, he realized was entirely Elsas' fault. He thanked the gods.
"Well, we had grown up together. And we had been good friends for a long time as well. The war with Drago interrupted that, and after, I was mourning my father for a time. Finally, I realized life must go on. We married a while after." He remembered that day. It was glorious. Astrid looked so beautiful. It was a grand event too. He hoped the gods would favor him another just like it.
"I'm, -I'm sorry Hiccup. I shouldn't…" She frowned. He took her hand.
"It's OK Anna… truly. It, -doesn't bother me like -before." She smiled. It seemed she understood why.
"I'm so glad you found each other! We were worried about her for a long time. I'm glad she's not only thinking about running the kingdom." She said. There was a knock on the door, and Elsa walked in. She shared a hug with Anna and turned to him.
"So, how is our patient?" She asked teasingly.
"He's fine! And wants to get out of bed before he's bored to death!" He answered. Elsa smiled.
"I -don't, -know…" Anna said. "I think he needs further -examination!" Anna wiggled her eyebrows. Before anyone could reply- "I think I'll go down to the kitchens, and check on dinner…" She smiled and waved as she went through the door, Closing it behind her.
"Smooth, Anna! Real smooth!" He said. Elsa chuckled. She sat on the bed next to him. She was wearing a flowing white gown. It had lace at the top but her shoulders were bare. It had silky white sleeves that covered her arms to her wrists. Her hair was in its' usual single braid. She scooted closer and leaned across him. Supporting herself on one arm. Her free hand started trailing across his chest. It traveled to his shoulder, up his neck and into his hair. He closed his eyes to her touch. She traced the same path with the back of her fingers. Back down to his chest, and lower. She stopped well before his belt-line, but he squirmed a little anyway. Her touch was intoxicating.
He opened his eyes. She was taking his features in. She moved her hand and cupped his cheek. She then leaned in and kissed him slowly, opening her mouth. After half a minute, she broke it. He opened his eyes again, and looked into hers. They were shining. Full of mischief.
"Well-" She breathed. "Your lips seem just fine!" His mouth curled in a smile.
"Yes, but my lips weren't the main issue here." She smiled.
"Oh? I must have forgotten." She leaned in until they were nose to nose. "Let me just check once more…" She kissed him. He put a hand on her arm, the other snaking around her waist. He tugged gently. She resisted, but only just. She put a hand on his chest pushing away slightly. She steadied her breathing.
"Hiccup? I have one more meeting, and then some paperwork. I'll come get you in a while for dinner." She scooted down the bed a little and took his leg. She ran her hands over it. "Does it hurt?" She asked.
"It's fine Elsa! Really, thank you." He could get used to this. She smiled, then slid off the bed. She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll see you in a bit!" He smiled.
"Not too long now…" He said. She beamed at him and left.
Almost two hours later, she came back. Elsa bid the servants remain outside. He scooted to the edge of the bed. She was wearing a flowing blue gown, with lace at the top. Her shoulders and arms were uncovered. Her hair still in its' single braid. She knelt in front of him and examined his leg again. Running her hands from the end of his leg to his knee. He shivered slightly from her touch. She smiled, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Feeling better?" She asked.
"Much better! Now that you're here." He said gently. Her smile widened, then she bit her lip. She raised up on her knees, placing her hands on his thighs. He shuddered again. This woman was seriously testing his resolve. She kissed him gently and slowly on the lips. She broke, rubbing her nose with his. She sat back down on her feet, then reached around behind her.
"I, I made you something!" She produced a piece of cloth. It looked like a sock, but larger. On its' outside was sturdy sailcloth, but inside was a silky material. "I haven't sewn anything for quite some time but, -I wanted you to be comfortable." She gave him a sheepish smile. She rolled up his pant leg, and slid it on. It fit perfectly. The bottom was padded where the end of his leg met the cup of his prosthetic.
She got up and retrieved his foot, and the straps that held it on. He reached for it, but she batted his hands away. She fit it on his leg. It was snug, but it felt better than the plain cloths he was using. She examined the harness, holding it one way, then another. She figured it out, then fit the straps around his leg and foot. Watching his face intently as she tightened the straps. When she finished, she looked at him seeking approval.
He gave her a nod and a smile. He never really let anyone do this. He wasn't an invalid, he could take care of himself, though… He felt as though he had shared something else with her. It made him feel warm. He stood and took a few steps. The soreness had abated, but the sock she made helped greatly.
"It's amazing Elsa! Truly! This -feels so much better, -Thank you!" It came from the heart. She smiled brightly.
She stood and took his hand. She guided him to the wardrobe where his clothes were. She moved around behind him. His shirt came off slowly. He made to turn around, but she placed a hand on his shoulder. Her hand trailed down across his shoulder to his lower back. He shivered. He felt her fingers gently trace one scar, then another. Both hands came to his waist. He felt her warm breath just before she planted gentle kisses along his shoulders. He closed his eyes. She made her way out to the end of his left shoulder, then worked back. He could feel her tongue tasting him in little licks. When she got to the point where his neck met his shoulder, she nipped him. He shuddered. He made to turn around again, but she tightened her grip on his waist. She kissed and licked up one side of his neck, then felt her gently run her teeth down the other side. His knees began to get wobbly. All thought was quickly leaving his mind. Except for her and her soft, gentle touch.
She kissed him once more, then wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled him flush against her. He felt her hair on his back. She was so soft and warm. She hugged, then kissed him. Her warmth left his back. He heard the rustle of clothing. She stepped into his line of sight holding a pair of green pants. This was dangerous. "Elsa?" He kept his tone mild. She only smiled at him coyly then turned around, giving him her back. He consented when he finished. She sauntered the few steps to him. She ran her hands around his waist. Hooking her thumbs in the top, she tugged his pants up. Stepping around behind him again, a shirt dropped over his head. He put his arms in the sleeves. She pulled it down the rest of the way, her hands smoothing the fabric.
His sash came next. He lifted his arms,and she stepped into his right side. She wrapped the cloth around him twice, playfully tugging it tight. As she was tying the knot, his arm rested on her shoulders. He pulled slightly, and kissed her forehead. She smiled brightly. She took him by the arm to a chair, then sat him down. She fitted a boot to his good foot, pulling it all the way up to his knee. She helped him stand.
She brought out his cloak, and wrapped it across his shoulders. This one was slightly different. It was a little longer, and the fur was brown at the tips of the hair. It more closely resembled his own chieftains' cloak he wore at home.
She took a couple of steps back, appraising. She crossed an arm around her waist, and rested her chin in her fingers. She smiled. "You see? Having someone help you dress isn't so bad, is it?" He chuckled.
"Yes, Elsa!" He said flatly. "Only because you are doing the helping!" She laughed that laugh. She curtsied deeply.
"My Lord? Shall we away to our dinner?" Her eyes were shining.
He bowed just as deeply. "Certainly! My Lady!" He offered his arm.
Anna was waiting for them in the hallway. He offered his arm and she took it. she cast a sideways glance at him.
"Wow! Just how long does it take a guy to get dressed?" She asked. He opened his mouth to provide a response when Elsa punched him in the ribs. Hard enough to get his attention, and hard enough to question its' playfulness. Anna laughed. He looked at Elsa. She was blushing while glaring at him, and trying not to smile.
They entered the dining room. It looked like just her council was there. They paid their respects, then took their seats. The servants brought out he food, and the meal was joined. He was immediately engaged by the General, seated to his right.
"And how is My Lord feeling this evening?" He asked.
"Fine, General. It was a mild overexertion is all. However, the Queen insisted I stay off of it for the day." He told him.
The general chuckled. "She can be very persuasive at times!"
Hiccup smiled. "Quite! And since I felt that spending the day, -not frozen- would be best. I consented to her request."
The general laughed. "A wise decision My Lord! Very wise!" He then took a slightly serious tone. "My Lord, if I may, there are matters of State to be discussed. Have you, discussed your departure with the Queen?" He wanted to avoid the subject altogether.
"No, I have not. Although, it will be soon. I cannot be gone much longer…" He cast a glance at Elsa. She was watching, but didn't seem overtly concerned.
"Very well, My Lord! Letters have been drafted, and a few proposals for trade that will need your attention." He said.
"Of course General. I propose at least one council meeting in the coming days for this discussion. For now, let us enjoy the food." Hiccup knew the General had crossed a line, but this was important. And there hadn't been an opportunity otherwise. He mentally sighed. His days outside the castle were numbered. He just hoped he could get Toothless to understand.
He was engaged by the other council members in light conversation. He cast glances at Elsa every now and then, but she was engaged herself. When he finally managed to catch her, She only had a tight smile. Something obviously on her mind.
After dessert had come and gone, he kept watching her. She caught his glance and nodded. They rose, and bid everyone a good night. Anna stayed behind. She had been having a discussion with Catarin most of the evening.
They walked a couple of hallways, then up three flights of stairs. Halfway down another hallway, she stopped at a set of doors. Three guards were posted. She released his hand and opened one. She faced him, taking his hands. She smiled and bit her lip. And pulled him gently into the room.
The room was pretty much like his, only bigger, -much bigger. A pair of couches faced each other over a small table. A number of ornate cushioned chairs lined one wall. The far wall was covered with bookshelves from the floor to ceiling. The next wall had several large windows. A set of glass doors led to a balcony. A large, carved, and hardly used fireplace was set next to it. Three very large wardrobes stood against the wall next to that. Another was placed against the next wall. A set of double doors led to what he assumed was the bathroom. Next to that was the bed. A very, -very large bed. He could see Toothless curled upon it. With room for him too. He huffed to himself. If Toothless had something like that, He doubted the good-for-nothing reptile would share. A sort of canopy hung from the ceiling. Curtains shrouded the bed in varying degrees. Another three large wardrobes were on the other wall, ending up against the door they just came through.
Blue was the main theme to it. Varying shades of it covered the walls with alternating geometric patterns. The curtains over the bed were blue also. As were the blankets and sheets covering it. The heavy curtains covering the windows were a deep purple though, trimmed in gold. The floor was heavily tiled with mostly white marble. There were alternating blue and green tiles with a snowflake design set in them.
It took him a few moments of taking it all in before he realized this was HER room! He shot her a worried glance.
"Elsa? Should we, I mean, ahhh what umm, what are we, -doing here?" She shrugged her shoulders and gave a sheepish grin.
"I, -I wanted you to see it." She fiddled with her braid a little. She seemed a bit nervous. He imagined he was the first man to ever set foot in here. Other than the staff, of course. He felt privileged. She turned and walked to the balcony doors. She opened them, then walked out. He followed.
She stood and placed her hands on the railing and looked out. He walked up behind her, close, but not touching. The balcony faced the courtyard and the town beyond. Lights in windows flickered like so many stars in the sky. It was a peaceful sight. He stepped behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. She settled flush against him, bringing her arms up to cover his. She then leaned her head back against his chest. He rested his chin on her head. Her hair smelt of lavender and honey.
She turned her head. He looked down at her. She was smiling. She looked so very, -content. He couldn't quite read her. Her left hand came up, and caressed the side of his face. It traveled up his neck and into his hair. She ran her fingers through it. She then brought it down to his neck and pulled slightly, tilting her head sideways. He took the cue and first kissed her hair, then her temple, then her cheek. She sighed. He started trailing kisses along her cheek, back to the spot below her ear. She Hmmm'ed softly. He placed gentle kisses down her neck. When he reached that point where neck met shoulder, he licked, then gently sucked her skin. She gasped, then pressed herself to him. The extra contact started his blood racing.
She straightened, then spun around. He dropped his arms. She looked at him with lidded eyes. She smiled, and bit her lip. She brought a finger up and put it in his chest. She pushed him back into the room. He noticed an exaggerated sway of her hips. They stopped in the middle of the room. She brought both hands up and released the clasp of his cloak. She took it, and laid it on the back of a couch. Stepping back in front of him, her hands traveled up and down his torso. His mind was turning to mush. She snaked her arms around his neck and she pulled him in for a kiss.
For a good two minutes, it was sliding lips, and dancing tongues. Tilting their heads one way then the other. Fires slowly building. Her breathing became heavier. She broke the kiss. his lips traveled across her jaw, then down her neck, and across her shoulder. He traveled the same path back. She was pulling him harder against her wanting more contact. He could feel himself growing with each passing moment. When he reached her lips, she practically devoured them.
They broke after a few more moments. She rested her head on his chest, bringing her hands down. After she had steadied her breathing, she looked up at him. The blue in her eyes was slowly returning.
"I am definitely getting rid of all these dresses." She said. He raised an eyebrow, he didn't understand.
"These! The ones that bare my shoulders! Too dangerous with you around!" She smiled coyly. He took her chin in his fingers, and looked her in the eye.
"Don't. You. Dare!" His mouth curled in a half-smile. She bit her lip. And they crashed together once more. Sliding, feeling, tasting. Her hands roamed from his chest to his back, then back again. he ran his hands up and down her sides. His thumbs teasing the sides of her breasts. He slid them down to her thighs, and around to cup her cheeks. She jolted at first, then seemed to melt. He pulled her against him, where his blood had been growing. Their passion was building. He kneaded and rubbed her soft flesh. It felt absolutely wonderful! She was panting. Something in her seemed to snap. She let out a quiet whimper, then slumped against him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. She seemed to hang there. Her legs unable to support her.
He turned his body and scooped her up. She allowed it. He stepped over to the couch, and sat down with her in his lap. He brought his hand from under her legs and ran them up and down from her knee to her side and back. He placed gentle kisses on her jaw and cheek and hair. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. She brought her hand to his stopping his roaming. She held it gently.
"That was, wow!" She said. Her head was against his shoulder. She felt relaxed. "Did, -did you?" He wasn't positive. She nodded meekly on his shoulder.
"I think so, I… I've never felt that, -before. And you? Are you…" He smiled, though she couldn't see it.
"I'm fine Elsa. This is all about you right now." It was as far as he was concerned. He wanted her badly. But he realized they needed to go slow.
"Hiccup? You're, -going to leave soon, aren't you?" He didn't want to think about this, especially now.
"Yes, within the week, I think. I, I have to get back. And I need to go to Corona, and speak with your Aunt and Uncle. I can try to stop here before I head north, but it may be only a day or two." She seemed to ponder this. They were both silent for a few minutes.
"I really don't want you to go, but I can't deny this has to happen." She straightened. her hand running up his shoulder into his hair. "I, -I want to, I don't want you to leave, without, -sharing-." She looked down blushing.
"Elsa, we can't. Not here. In Berk, young people are -encouraged- to spend time together. And as long as no babies are born of it, well…" He shrugged his shoulders. "The woman has to be a maiden on her wedding night." She nodded.
"I just, I don't know what I'm doing, and you, -do. I'm not entirely comfortable with that. But there's nothing I can do about it. I, -I'm curious, and, and I want to learn…" She smiled sheepishly He found it entirely cute.
"Well, I'm learning about you! I mean, I know a few things about, -pleasing a woman. But I don't know what works for you, what you like… And you're doing fine, Elsa." She huffed, then smiled coyly at him.
"I guess I'll have to be on that first diplomatic mission, just to make sure it goes well." He raised her hand to his mouth.
"I'll be watching the horizon every day!" He kissed her knuckle. There was a knock upon the door. Catarin called out. "My Queen? The time…"
"Yes Catarin, thank you!" She sighed. "This is torture" She said flatly. He chuckled
"You don't know the half of it yet! There is a whole lot more to experience still." Her eyes widened slightly.
"You mean, -more of, of that? If that's the case, you, mister! Are in a lot of trouble!" She lidded her eyes and smirked. He leaned in, nose to nose with her.
"Bring it on missy!" He cocked an eyebrow, smirking himself.
She laughed. Then spun and put her feet on the floor. She looked back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. She walked over to a wardrobe an opened it. she pulled out some kind of wooden frame that had cloth in between. She pulled and it folded out into a wall or barrier. She walked around to one side of it. "Hiccup?" She gave him her back. He went to her. "My buttons?" She whispered. Now he got it.
"Ahhh, Elsa? I, I -don't. Know…" He gulped. This probably wouldn't end well, -for him, anyway.
"Please! Hiccup…" She turned her head. He was slightly uncomfortable all of a sudden. He reached up, and started un-doing the buttons. Each one exposing a little more of her bare back. He prayed to the gods for once that it would not fall off of her when he was done. He would probably pass out from blood loss. He unfastened the last one at the small of her back. In front of his eyes was the expanse of her back. Smooth and pale. He tentatively brought his hand up and stopped. This was uncharted territory. She turned her head to look his way.
"Hiccup-" She whispered. He touched her shoulder, then ran the pads of his fingers across. He trailed down one side of her back. It was as soft and smooth as it looked. His heart started pounding in his ears. He trailed up the other side. He trailed the back of his fingers down her spine, then back up. She shivered. So soft and warm…
She turned around. She was biting her lip. One of her hands was on her chest holding the dress in place. She brought her other hand up, and placed it on his chest. She pushed gently, motioning with her head.
"Sit-" He backed away. Only half of his brain was working. His knees collided with the bed and he sat. He heard a rustle of clothing from behind the thin wall. The dress was thrown where he could see it. He might be able to walk a straight line, in about a week he thought. That was being generous.
She stepped from around the wall in a simple bathrobe that stopped at her knees. He gulped dryly. She was so beautiful. She tied the belt, then reached for the end of her braid. Untying the end of it, she shook her hair loose. It cascaded over her shoulders. She stepped toward him, a small sway to her hips. There was a smug, playful look on her face. She stopped with her knees against the bed between his legs. She laid a hand on his shoulder, the other carded fingers through his hair. She tugged gently. He rested his head against her tummy. His hands automatically rose to the backs of her legs. She jumped a little at the contact. She smelled of lavender,and sweat, and -her. It was an erotic kind of perfume that started his blood pumping again.
He looked up at her. There was a gentle smile on her face. He ran his hands up her legs stopping short of her cheeks, then back down to the bare skin behind her knees. Her eyelids fluttered. Taking some courage, he parted her robe slightly with his fingers. He placed a kiss on her bare navel. She jolted and took a step back. He stood, he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. He cupped her face, and placed a long gentle kiss to her forehead. He looked her in the eye.
"You're so beautiful!" She bit her lip. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush with him. Her hands came up over his arms to either side of his face.
"So are you sir!" She threaded her arms around his neck. They traded several gentle kisses for a few moments. She hugged him tightly, and rested her head against his chest. He could feel her softness through the thin layers of cloth that separated them. He became aware of all of her pressed against his front. He should go, or he would not be able to sleep.
"I love you." She whispered. Almost a breath. He kissed her hair. "I love you, Elsa." They separated. Her hands roamed from his shoulders smoothing his tunic.
"I'll, -see you tomorrow?" She asked. He took her hands.
"Of course." He kissed them but held on. She stepped back.
"Goodnight Hiccup!' She squeezed his hands.
"Until tomorrow, My Queen!" He tipped his head. She smiled and shook her head.
They sat on the rock ledge he had named 'The Lookout.' Toothless resting behind him, but alert. The dragon had gotten over his initial happiness at seeing him rather quickly. Having caught HER scent heavily on him, he had not been very happy. It had taken a lot of soothing words, and a belly full of fish to placate him. He hated to think how he would explain to the dragon his plans to stay at least one or two nights in the castle. He would have to find the kitchens, he figured. Maybe some sweets would be enough-
He had managed to get his projects finished. Elsas' wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he was sure she would like it. The other two had turned out well. He just needed to wrap them and hand them out. He reminded himself to gather the rest of his parting gifts, and writing the notes he would leave with them.
He sighed. He knew he would have to go. He knew this from the start. He had gone and made the courtship official to save her from scrutiny. But it had all but cemented his leaving. Letters and documents would have to be delivered to his council. At least they would be happy to have him marry and continue his line. He doubted she would be able to follow him. It would probably be a long while before they saw each other. He thought about her words. He didn't want to leave like this either, but he knew if he pushed too hard… Their still fragile relationship could crack. He loved her, and she loved him. They had told each other many times. But there was still so much to learn about each other…
Toothless stirred, and raised his head. He looked out into the blackness sniffing, ear-flaps erect. After a few moments of head turning and sniffling, he laid his head down. Hiccup rubbed him along the top of his head and neck. Receiving a huff and a croon from Toothless. This was another matter. He needed to find out what this thing was, and whether it was a threat to Elsa and her kingdom. Tomorrow, he thought. He would spend the day patrolling and exploring. Try to find anything that would explain the dragons' unrest. It would also provide an excuse to spend the day with his best friend, something they had not done since arriving here.
Speaking of which, if he wanted an early start, he would need sleep. it was rather late. He roused the reptile, and climbed on his back. They flew to the clearing and landed silently. They quickly ascended the slope and entered the cave. Toothless lit a small fire, and curled around it. Hiccup removed his armor, and nestled up to his buddys' side. His warmth and heartbeat had him fast asleep.