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Missing Piece || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

summary: Leopold has come back from his time travel adventure heartbroken and unable to see who was right in front of him all this time.

warnings: gn!reader, leopold's uncle is a bitch lmao, Leopold gets slapped once like in the movie, angst, happy ending, very bad attempt at a Victorian accent.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: LEOPOLDDDD. Okay I've been in such a Leopold mood and I wanted to write something and I remembered this idea from a while ago and I finally sat down and wrote it. I apologize for the shitty British accent attempts I don't have the energy to try to be historically accurate. Anyways I hope u enjoy our victorian pretty boy <3 I hope it makes sort of sense I'm a little iffy about my writing rn

He's doing it again. Staring out the window with this, love sick look on his face. Ever since the party his uncle threw Leopold has been off. You knew he had been dreading it since his Uncle was practically forcing him to marry, but somehow Leopold changed his mind and he has another year until he must finally settle down. ou thought he'd be happier but he just looks sad.

That night you found him staring at the sky. You were just to bring him an evening snack but he wasn't feeling very hungry. He looked at you with those, beautiful green eyes of his and weaved the most outlandish story you had ever heard.

That he time traveled 200 years into the future. There were buildings that touched the sky and strange machines that could do the unthinkable. There was this look in his eyes. One of loss. Cautiously you stepped out of your servant role for a moment and asked. Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I fell in love..." He stated plainly and you had to pretend like he didn't just destroy your soul with four words. Pretend like you weren't in love with him and had been for years. You smiled as he told you about her. Kate. She sounded, amazing. She was strong and commanding. The more Leopold talked about her the more you could see in his eyes just how much he missed her.

"I loved her. I asked her to run away with me. But she said no." His lips formed a tight smile. He glanced down at your hand which was still resting on his arm and you quickly pull back.

"My apologies." You bowed as you backed away from him. He looks as if he wishes to reach out but a knock at the door interrupts. His Uncle comes barging through.

"What are you still doing in here?" He asked looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing my lord." You bowed your head.

"Go fetch me a cup of tea." He shooed you away without a second thought and you listened because you were just a servant and that's all you'd ever be.

Tears in your eyes as you headed down to the kitchen to fix Lord Mountbatten his tea. Thank goodness it's quiet as the only thing that can be heard is your sniffles.

"Are you alright my dear?" You wiped your eyes to see Otis standing at the door.

"Yes of course." He gives you a look and your shoulders sag. He walks over and takes the tea cup from your hand.

"It's silly Otis really, I'll be alright." You smile as you try and take the tea back but he doesn't let you.

"You know, I remember the day you were hired here. You were so nervous and almost tipped over a very expensive looking vase in the foyer." You winced at the memory.

The Mountbatten estate was huge and you had never seen so many expensive things all together. You had knocked back into a vase and it would have fallen and crashed to the floor if not for Leopold. He saved it and instead of scolding you he just laughed.

"You may be fooling everyone else my dear, but your eyes that day could never lie." Otis saw the lovestruck look in your eyes at once.

"Now, I will take this upstairs, you get to bed."

"Leopold treats us so well Otis, sometimes I forget that I'm nothing but a servant." You whispered, ignoring the sad look in Otis's eyes as you walk back to your bed.

You vowed that day to never forget it again. You were hopelessly in love with him and had been since the day you let. But Leopold was a Duke. He was expected to marry someone rich and bring fortune to both families. You stood by the side and served drinks.

In all your time Leopold had never shown interest in anyone. A few failed attempts at courting but nothing ever lasted. Perhaps that was the reason you let your mind dream such idiotic dreams. Leopold treated you as his equal, he was warm and kind. You thought that maybe, just maybe he could be yours. But that's nothing but a silly thought now.

You put distance between you and Leopold, choosing to take care of the chores instead to keep busy. Unfortunately tonight, you were the only one left to serve him his tea and you couldn't say no.

"My grace, I have your tea." You say softly as you place two fine china teacup by the table near his window. It was odd he asked for two but perhaps he was extra thirsty. He's standing with his hands behind his back. Watching the lights of the city.

"She had this balcony you know, we'd sit and watch her neighbors." He sighed.

Leopold missed Kate. But he also missed Charlie and Stuart too. To be introduced to that magical world and be forced to go home. It was a tough pill to swallow. You don't respond as you place down the milk and sugar next to it.

"Is there anything else my grace?" You ask quietly.

"Yes, would you care to join me?" He gestures to an empty chair. You're hesitant to sit but you could never say no to this man. You sit quietly as he sips his tea.

"My Uncle is fast asleep by now, you do not have to worry about him."

"It's not that your grace." You say quickly. The truth is you can barely stand being so close to him right now. Just seeing him hurt your heart. To see him so in love with another.

"I've told you many times to call me Leopold." He furrows his brows as you shrug him off. He sets down his tea and turns his full attention towards you.

"Have I done something wrong? I've noticed you have been avoiding me." You almost choke on your tea. You didn't think he even paid attention to that.

"No my grace." He gives" you look and you correct yourself.

"Leopold. I've simply been busy." Leopold doesn't believe you fully but he does not press.

"I think you would have liked this future world." He says, looking out the window. The view is nothing compared to New York two hundred years from now. He missed the bright lights and the city that never appeared to rest.

"Oh yes, a place where my job is replaced by unearthly contraptions." You say with the hint of a smile. He spoke of one that cleaned dishes and a tiny machine that could send your voice anywhere in the world.

"Perhaps it does, but that just means you could do something more. Something amazing."

"Leopold I do not think I am the person to do anything amazing." You dismiss him. He has big dreams and a brilliant mind. Leopold was destined to be more. You were not.

"Do not say that. You are more than what you think you are. I mean it." He places a hand on yours and you flinch. His hand is so warm. It sends shivers through your whole body. You quickly pull your hand back. Holding to close to your chest.

"May I ask you something Leopold?"

"Of course."

"Do you still love her? Kate I mean." His face turns sad as his head falls.

"She made her choice and it was not me. I respect that." Honestly he's unsure about his feelings.

Perhaps they were real, or maybe it was just the rush of emotions from being thrust into such a strange situation. There was no doubt she was a beautiful woman but in hindsight, the two of them were never meant to be.

"She was unlike anyone I have ever met. Headstrong, focused, successful." Everything you are not you think to yourself.

"To uproot her whole life, it was unfair of me to ask." He says as stares out the window. But does he still love her? The way his eyes sparkle when he speaks of her, you wish he saw you that way. For him to pick you over his suitors, to forget his duty and love you.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." You notice his cup is empty and you take the chance to leave. Wishing to be far away from the man you love so desperately right now.

"Thank you for the tea Leopold, but I must be going now." As you stand he reaches for your wrist, his hand curling around it firmly.

"Promise me my dear, that if I have insulted you in someway you will tell me." He whispers. Leopold has felt you pull away and it's confusing him. You were always the one he'd seek for comfort besides Otis. You were his age and understood his longing for more than just fancy parties with boring people. He never cared about status or money. He just wished for good company.

"Leopold I..." You turn to face him, he's so close. He smells like lavender and you close your eyes as the scent fills your nose. Tell him. Just tell him. Your mind screams at you to just let it all out.

"Yes?" He whispers back. His voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you." You confess. You wait for a response but it never comes. He lets go of you and takes a step back, eyes wide as he stares at you.

"Leopold please, say something." You beg with tears in your eyes. You reach for him but a voice stops you.

"What on Earth!" You jump back at the sound of his Uncle's voice. Eyes wide as you put as much difference between yourself and Leopold.

"Leopold!" His uncle stomps over and Leopold sees the fear in your eyes. He's still stunned by your confession but seems to act on instinct. He stands in front of you without hesitation, blocking you from his Uncle's angry gaze. You gasp as he slaps Leopold across the face.

"What have I told you about this? You are a Duke and you need to act like it." He grabs Leopold by the collar and drags him out of the room, leaving you shocked. You clean up the tea cups and hurry to your sleep quarters. Otis is sitting by his door, reading a book when you come rushing down.

"I cannot do this anymore Otis." You cry as you collapse at his feet.

"What do you mean?" Otis lets you cry on his leg as he offers you comforting words. He was always like a father to you.

"My heart, it belongs to him but he loves her." You stand to your feet as you wipe your eyes.

"And his Uncle. Forgive me for speaking ill of the man of the house but he is horrid. Only caring for wealth and nothing more." You start to pace back and forth as you vent your emotions out.

"I love him Otis, You are right I've been in love with him since the day I met him. I told him tonight and he said nothing. Not a word." You wipe your eyes as you sigh in defeat.

"Give him time dear." Otis says as he stands up, giving you comforting hug.

"He loves another Otis. It's clear as day and I could never compare." You say sadly.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to move on." You couldn't stay here anymore.

Being around Leopold, you could never move on if you worked for him. Every day you feel the ache in your heart, the longing to be with him overpowers everything else in your mind. You love him. So much. But he doesn't feel the same and therefore you must go to protect your own heart. Maybe one day you could return, but truthfully you do not think that was possible.

You cannot see another marry Leopold. You cannot see them live the life you dreamed of. So you must leave.

You spend the night packing your things and writing two letters. One of your resignation and another for Leopold. To tell him you are sorry and explain why you're leaving. You hope he understands. That next morning you handed your resignation to Millard Mountbatten and gave Otis the letter to deliver to Leopold. With one last look back you set off in search of a new home.

Given your past experience, finding another servant job does not take too long. They're a nice family and they treat you kindly but in your heart you still miss Leopold. You keep in contact with Otis, sending him letters every now and then but you never ask about Leopold. Not wanting to know if he's found another to marry. If he even misses you.

A loud knock at the door echoes through the manor of your new employers. They were out for the day meaning it was just you. You open the door, ready to shoo away the visitor. That is until you look to see who it is.

"Leopold?" You ask in disbelief. He looks, unkept. His hair is messy and there's bags under his eyes.

"You're really here, oh thank goodness." He steps inside and you close the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as he runs his hands through his hair.

"How could you leave me?" He holds out the letter you wrote him.

It was like his world came crashing down when Otis handed him that letter. He ran to your bedroom but your things were already gone. He confronted his uncle he just shrugged and said they'd hire someone new. It filled him with rage hearing how little his uncle cared about you. Your absence, it left a bigger hole in his heart than he ever felt. Not even when he was forced to return to his time period. He missed Kate yes, but he missed the time. The life that she lived. Losing her and Charlie and Stuart were losing close friends.

But knowing you were gone, it hurt him down to his core. He searched for you, going to every neighbor to find you but nothing. Until Otis came to him one night and asked him one simple question.

Do you love them?

It took Leopold all of ten minutes to decide where his heart truly lied and it was never with Kate, it was always you. Your confession shocked him to his core. All this time how could he be so blind. He wanted to say more but his uncle ruined the moment.

"I apologize my grace..."

"Enough! Enough with the formality. I may have been born a duke but I could care less about my status." He drops the letter and slowly walks towards you. You back up until you hit the door. You're afraid to even breathe, wondering if this was some dream.

"My heart belongs to you my love. It always has."

"What about Kate? Your...adventures?" You ask. You want to give in, ignore the doubts that swirl in your head.

"I was so swept up in all that insanity that I thought I felt something for her. She's a friend yes but we would never have worked."

"It was hard to see you so heartbroken, I thought you loved her. That you could never love me." You whisper and Leopold cups your face in his hands.

"And I will spend every day of my life making it up to you." His thumb brushes over your lips. Goodness is he handsome.

"You've always been there for me and I am truly a fool for never seeing what was clearly there." He tilts your head up and kisses you. His lips are soft and his hands slide down from your face to your waist. Pulling you closer to him.

"I love you Leopold," You gasp as he pulls away. His lips finding the edge of your lips. Kissing all over your face.

"I love you too." He mumbles.

"What about your uncle?" The worry comes back but Leopold kisses you again to silence it.

"Forget him. I refuse to let him control my life anymore. If I wish to marry you then I will. I don't care what he says." Your heart flutters at the mention of marriage.

"You wish to marry me?" He smiles pulls you closer in his arms.

"Of course I do." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gorgeous ring.

"This was my mothers. I've kept it locked away for a long time, dreading the day I had to place it on the hand of someone I never loved." He takes your hand and slides the ring onto your finger.

"Perfect." He holds it up to the sunlight and it shines.

"Now, will you come home?" You nod.

This would be hard to explain to your new employers but you could care less. Hand in hand with your new lover. The man you've been dreaming of. You finally have him and nothing was going to get in your way again. Not time travel or his uncle.

Just the two of you taking a leap of faith into the unknown.

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callmejod · 18 days ago

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He's so sooo pretty

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callmejod · 24 days ago

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He's so sooo pretty

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callmejod · 26 days ago

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I love you

It was worth the wait @bunnypostsstuff

I also need a part two to dangerous game please and mighty thank you 🤧🫶

Guys... I understand you are excited, but you need to remember that if you try to force a performance, nothing will come out.

And after this terrible attempt at a sex joke, I present to you

Dangerous Game p.2

Special thanks to @callmejod for requesting it, cause I wasn't gonna make a part 2.

Part 1 is here

Hiccup x gn!Reader.

Word count: 2.3k

Author's note: I'm not sure what you wanted exactly, so I assumed, based on the direction part one was headed, that you wanted smut. So, I wrote smut.

I did my best to write it as gender neutral as possible. I'm not used to doing that with smut, so apologies in advance.

+18! nsfw, minors do not interact! I don't know how else to say this. You are responsible for what you consume on the internet, but you have been informed.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, coming inside,

it's pretty vanilla in my opinion, cause it's the first time they have sex together, but it's still smut, I guess. Not a lot of feelings, there are some, but the hornyness from part 1 has carried over, so not a lot.

“Taking pants off isn’t as sexy as people make it sound.” Hiccup said from his spot on the bed.

“I‘m sorry, next time I will remember to go around in nothing but my tunic.” You replied sarcastically, placing your knees on each side of his thighs.

“I’m amenable to that”, Hiccup smiled, hands moving to your waist almost instinctively, leading you down to him.

You smiled into the kiss. One hand was tangled in his hair, pulling, and the other was on his chest, pushing him further against the bed.

As soon as you took your tunic off, you had come to the realisation that the door of Hiccup’s hut was wide open and the only thing stopping you both from giving the rest of the Edge a show was the wall the table was placed against.

So after some quick thinking, Hiccup got up, closed the door and moved you towards the bed so fast you almost felt carried there.

“You’re dripping.” He breathed as soon as his back hit the mattress, his eyes trailing your naked body above him, his hands moving to sit at your hips, easing you further down on his lap.

“Like you are one to talk…” You said, wrapping your fingers around his erection slowly. His cock was flushed and twitching with need and his jaw tightened with every move.

You felt your mouth going dry and heat spreading in your stomach. You could certainly get used to this view.

“Ah… Fuck.” He murmured, letting out a breath. You leaned over, your free hand placed against his chest as you shifted to sit properly.

His hands tightened on your hips, his eyes fluttering open, looking up at you. “Wait,” he made an attempt to move up, “Not like this,” He husked, leaning on his elbows and sitting up.

You stopped your movement and leaned slightly back. “Was that not good?” You asked, surprised by the sudden interruption.

“No, that’s not—” He breathed, reaching towards the bedside table drawer, taking out a small tube. “Give me your hand,” he instructed, taking your hand in his and placing a handful of lube on it.

You moved to rub your hands together, warming the slick liquid up. Hiccup took hold of your wrist and guided it back to his erection. “I like it better like this,” he explained as he moved your hand along his cock a few times.

“Okay,” You whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

Hiccup pressed your foreheads together, soft gasps falling from his lips. One of his hands fisted your hair, tilting your head so your lips were barely touching as you breathed each other's air.

“Like that?” you breathed against his lips, your hand moving in slow, steady strokes.

“Yeah… Just—ah. Just like that.” He rasped, placing his other hand on the bed, keeping himself steady. You circled your free arm around his shoulders, shifting yourself slightly upward towards him.

Hiccup groaned again and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. His head tilted forward, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses and bites to your chest and neck. One way or another, he was gonna paint your neck with as many marks as he envisioned from the moment you entered his hut earlier.

You stirred on his lap, a hiss leaving your lips every time he bit and sucked your skin like you had offended him. Your hand around him kept moving—slow, slick movements. You felt him throb in your palm and your entrance clench.

He was panting, his body trembling. You didn’t stop until he pulled away from your neck and grabbed your wrist moving it away from his cock. His pupils were blown wide, with something akin to need in his expression.

Your lips brushing together, first softly and then a little deeper, harsher, your tongues rolling over each other. Your body melted against his, skin meeting skin while Hiccup pushed his weight onto you, forcing you to fall backwards. Your kisses stopped long enough so that you could take a quick inhale before you chased after each other's lips again.

As soon as your back hit the mattress, he lifted his body as his hand reached to the side of the bed where the lube was discarded. You let out a small whine at the loss of skin contact, to which he only let out a small chuckle.

Your body jolted and stiffened as the cold, slick sensation hit your body. Eyes closing instinctively as you felt the familiar calloused fingers spread it all over your sex and entrance.

“You are mean,” You gasped, your voice sounding ragged, eyes locked to the ceiling, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down, shaking a bit.

“I know, right?” He teased, grabbing your jaw, turning you to face him as he leaned down. “I’m the worst.”

He shifted slightly, his other hand going to your hip as he continued to trace the slick of the lube with two of his fingers. He dragged them along your entrance, moving them up and down—slowly, rhythmically. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you looked up at him.

His eyes met yours, burning with such intensity, you felt like he was trying to burn through your soul. “Not so talkative now, are you?” Hiccup teased with a wink.

“Give me five minutes.” You groaned, your hand moving to hold on to the sheets, your stomach tensing as you felt the lube drip down your ass.

“Hmm, maybe not,” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and felt his breath hit against your chest. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers between your folds.

He moved slowly and deliberately at first, going deep and curling slightly. You let out a sharp gasp, your head falling back as your back arched. You melted into his touch, body trembling, tights twitching as he hit just the right spot.

Hiccup bit his lip, trying to keep his widening smile down to a smirk. “You like that,” He breathed, taking note of the way your body reacted as his fingers stroked the same spot.

You were grinding your hips against the rhythm of his fingers, shaky moans falling from your lips as you tried to create more friction. You nodded harshly, biting down on your lip again, your eyes closing shut.

Hiccup kept the same pace, watching you fall apart, his eyes glittering with hunger. He moved his hand from your hip to your chin. His thumb moved to your lip, softly dragging it away from your teeth. “Hey, none of that now,” He said innocently, like he wasn’t responsible for what you were doing.

The broken, shaky moan that escaped you made his cock twitch—his erection was starting to feel unbearable, his own body begging for attention. He clenched his jaw as the realisation of his own need hit him. He didn’t want to rush, he wanted to take his time with you—Memorise every sound, every broken moan, every reaction you gave him.

He continued in the same brutal, slow pace as he added a third finger. You moaned his name in a breathless whimper, his head shot up to look at you—pupils blown with lust, his lips parting.

Your hands let go of the bedsheets and cupped his face, forcing him closer to you, “Hiccup, look at me! I swear if you don’t fuck me right—” Your words were cut off with as aloud moan left your lips. “—now. I will straddle you and finish the job myself.” Another loud moan left your lips. Your fingers gripped his hair, and he felt the way your walls tightened around his fingers along with the grinding of your hips.

Hiccup took a second to picture that, curling his fingers, still slowly moving fingers inside you harder. “Tempting,” He took a small breath, surging forward as he kissed you. His free hand falling to your neck, feeling your pulse, and his lips moving against yours like he wanted to taste every sound that had escaped you just seconds ago. You deepened the kiss, your chest pressing against his, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“But next time.” He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips barely brushing yours as he removed his fingers from inside you, taking hold of the lube once again and starting to slick up his cock, letting out a deep groan as he gave his erection some much needed attention.

He stroked his cock a few times as he lined it up with your entrance leaning down and taking your lips in his, tongues swirling around one another, drinking in your moans and gasps as he slowly slid into you, inch by inch until he filled you completely.

“Ah—ah, fuck you’re going to ruin me.” He whispered.

“Good—then we're even”, You breathed out.

The stretch made your thighs tremble and your breath hitch. Hiccup let out a strangled groan as his head fell against your shoulder, eyes fluttering close. You sat still for a moment, your hand moving to his back, letting your bodies adjust.

You swallowed as you felt him twitch inside you, one of your hands brushing his hair to the side, telling him to move.

It was slow at first, just the smallest movement of his hips going back and forth, your walls gripping along his length. He brought his hands to your hips, holding on to you like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

He moaned, moving in deeper, just enough to make your breath stop a little with every thrust. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, dragging your nails down his back with the other, his breath hitting your ear every time he moved.

His moans became more frequent, low and soft against your skin as he left open-mouthed kisses against your neck along with whispers of your name. His hips started moving faster, desperation sipping through his movements. Filling the room with sounds of skin meeting skin, ragged breathing and quiet moans. But his moves remained careful and soft.

Your body started to feel like it was on fire, like a part of you was burning alive, “Ah! Fuck—I'm not made of glass. Harder.” You moved your hips, trying to create more friction. “Please”, you whined against his lips, your nails dragging down his back.

Hiccup moved his head, his lips catching yours in another kiss. Hungry and messy, Hiccup groaned in your mouth, whines leaving your lips as you felt him pull out and before you could do anything else, he slid back into you in one fluid thrust.

You broke the kiss, crying out, your nails digging in his skin as your legs wrapped around his waist almost like an instinct, mumbling his name against his lips as you pulled him closer. Hiccup moaned, capturing your lips in a series of small and fast kisses, his hips snapping forward with more force now, losing the gentle rhythm he built before.

He moved one of your hands from his back, placing it on the bed as he held on to it and squeezed it tightly. His other hand moved down to your hip, his grip getting tighter—almost bruising, like he was trying to hold on to something. Your back arched and your thighs began to tremble as your free hand moved to tangle in his hair, giving it a sharp tug, making him grunt.

“Hicc—Hiccup!” You tried to call out, your own words failing you.

“I know,” He whispered against the skin of your neck.

You could barely register his words—too lost to the fire pooling inside your body, too lost in how he filled you and called out your name. His body started to shudder on top of yours—his hips moving erratically, his pace stuttering, and his body tensing as he felt your walls clench around him.

“Oh—Oh—fuck—”

Hiccup cried out—something between a moan and a gasp as he slammed into you one last time, his whole body locking up. His grip on you tightened as he came inside you with a deep groan.

You felt lightning coursing through your veins as he came, the building up pleasure inside you exploding and hitting you all at once as your climax crashed through you. You cried out beneath him, your fingers tightening around his hair as your legs locked around him and your back arched.

Hiccup whispered soft praises against your skin, his own breaths coming out uneven and ragged, and his forehead resting against your shoulder. He slowly sat up, careful not to move his hips as you still tried to come down from the aftershocks.

He looked at you, chest heaving, voice almost unrecognisable, skin glittering with sweat, he wondered, should he tell you? How many times had he imagined you just like this?

Hiccup moved your arms away from your face, he wanted to look at you, wanted to burn the image to his brain, carved it so deep that every time he thought of this, every time he gripped his cock and breathed your name this is the image he would see behind his eyes.

You and the way you looked right now— eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, and body trembling—undone and gasping, moaning out his name as you tried to hold on to your last bits of sanity.

Completely undone by him.

Hiccup collapsed back on you, his breath hot against your collarbone, his hair a complete mess, damp with sweat and tangled across your skin. He felt heavy as he let his weight press against you, his body shaking, still buried inside you.

“We should probably talk about this,” You mumbled as Hiccup lay down on top of you, feeling his heart beat against your chest. Your hands moved until one was tangled back in his hair and the other was on his nape.

Favourite spots of yours, Hiccup noticed. “We should…” one of his arms circled around your waist as the other was placed over your raging heartbeat. “But not yet,” He added, lips hovering right above your own.

“Yeah… not yet…” You agreed, lifting your face, lips brushing against his in a fleeting movement before you both went back to kissing each other with a kind of hunger that didn’t match the tenderness of this moment.

@hirqcth-3

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callmejod · 1 month ago

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Snotlout but live action clothes.

He's like the baby of animated and live action or something

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callmejod · 1 month ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Dangerous Game

I don't know... I wrote something and felt like sharing it...

Inspired by the song "Dangerous Game" from the musical Jekyll and Hyde.

I did my best to make the reader as gender neutral as possible.

Summary: Being tasked with helping Hiccup with his injuries was the worst and best thing that could have happened.

Warnings: Semi-nsfw, pretty horny on Reader's part, kissing I guess

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Hiccup x gn!Reader

How did they even get to this point? Or more precisely, how did You get to this point? It was a routine check up, after that asshole Krogan ‘what’s his fuck’ got his hands on Hiccup for the bounty and chained his neck like a maniac, it became very obvious that the chains left back bruises.

Which, rightfully, freaked everyone out, and so here you were. On Fishlegs’s request, holding a bunch of hyssop from his garden with a bucket of cold water resting by your legs and staring at his naked back as it flexed and moved every time he moved to strike the metal.

You had told him it would be safer to have a shirt on, not just the apron. But he complained that it was too hot and restrictive and that he was perfectly safe with just the apron.

You couldn’t argue the point about the heat. It was boiling in here even with the huge door open. Even Toothless had moved outside to enjoy the occasional breeze.

“You are not going?”

“I have been begged by Fishlegs to make sure you put the hyssop on.”

“Ah.”

You hummed in response and went back to looking at him.

So here you were, looking at Hiccup’s back, your eyes following the little drops of sweat moving down his back and meeting his pants that started under his waist just below the curve of his hips.

Your favourite ones were those travelling down his spine and moving down the ribs and towards the stomach. You couldn’t see them once they travelled towards the front of his body, but you had a pretty clear image of where they ended up.

By the gods, you feel dirty.

“I thought you would have less productive ways of getting rid of your anger.” You said turning the plant in your fingers.

“What do you mean?”

“You know something with a lot less clothes and a lot more movement.” You said without much thought.

“What?” He slightly turned his head to look in your direction.

Fuck.

You cleared your throat and pinned your eyes on the plant you held like it was the only thing in the world. “You know…Sex.” You clarified.

“Yeah, I know that’s what you meant.” He breathed, letting out a soft chuckle. The kind that wasn’t sure if something should be treated as a joke or not.

“Oh…” was all you were able to let out. You did not mean to sound so shocked. This was a calm conversation. A calm, chill, friendly conversation.

But it still was… weird isn’t the right word… unusual? Hiccup was attractive. Anyone with eyes and half a brain could agree to that. Another thing everyone could agree on was that he had admirers. A good number of them, in fact.

And in this moment, you were one of them.

Though you would never say that. It was one thing to have people that have thought about fucking you at least once leaving in different islands where you didn’t have to think about them until fate or duty brought you face to face and a whole different thing to have a person like that in the island you lived, in your hut, looking at your naked back and having very vivid images of all the scratches they could be leaving on it.

His footsteps stopped right in front of you. You lifted your eyes to look at him as you took a deep breath in preparation, and the moment you turned upward to meet his eyes, you stopped breathing so suddenly that you almost choked on air.

Your body stiffened, and your eyes moved as far away from him as possible.

There he was, no apron and no shirt, more drops of sweat traveling from his neck down the rest of his body. You almost felt proud of how accurately your imagination pictured the drops moving to his abdomen, towards his navel and down the hem of his pants.

The head I’d give this man—

You did not just think that. You scolded herself internally. You did. not. just. think that.

Nope. This is where you dipped. You were leaving. You could go to Fishlegs's hut and tell him to check on Hiccup’s recovery by himself. You were sure your dragon wouldn’t mind. You put down the hyssop and clenched your hands, and moved on to cross them, taking a deep inhale and flattening your lips in a thin line.

“Well I should get going.” You said your eyes glued to the floor, taking steady, rigid steps that moved your weight from one leg to another almost looking like you were swaying.

“You are not going to help me put it on?” He asked surprised.

“You got away from bounty hunters and other people trying to kidnap you today. I am sure you can manage this.” You said, your eyes moving back to the floor. “Make sure the water is cold.” You added.

“Not even if I asked?” The question came far too casually. Which meant he was either that dense or that aware.

You reluctantly made a slow turn of your entire body, your shoulders hunched and biting your bottom lip. You moved your head to look at him, more prepared for what to expect.

He was looking at you with a kind of quiet intensity of someone who was looking straight into your soul.

Fuck he knows. He doesn’t.

Why couldn’t he be socially unaware this time as well? He was so good at it during other instances.

“Do you have a clean cloth?” You asked, doing your best to keep your voice even, taking slow, sturdy steps back towards him. You didn’t look away, but you weren't looking at him—not exactly. You kept your eyes locked on his, letting yourself get lost in the endless forest growing behind those green irises.

“I do.” He said looking at you. The height difference was very obvious right now. “In the chest under the stairs.” He adds.

You were moving before he stopped speaking. Your steps still held that careful, rigidness in them, but you were moving faster. Maybe you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Hiccup took in your appearance from the back. You were wearing linen clothing, having gotten rid of most of the leather, the airy type meant for hot weather. And no shows.

“Barefoot?” He said, rather than ask, knowingly.

“It’s too hot outside.” You said, opening the chest and taking a clean cloth.

“Bad habit,” he reprimanded half-heartedly, leaning against the table behind him. He could think of five different ways you would hurt your feet on the top of his head, just in his hut.

“I will not take advice from someone who works at a forge half-naked.” You shot back, almost sounding normal, almost. But your body flinched at your own words, like you had just remembered something about your current predicament.

Hiccup would pay money on a bet that claimed it had something to do with him.

“I am far less clumsy.” He said his eyes moved from your hair down to your neck. Uncovered and far too empty, he could already picture bites and purple and red marks in the shape of his mouth decorating it.

His stomach clenched at the thought, and he looked away.

“I am not clumsy.” You said, walking back to him, you were holding the cloth far harder than was necessary.

He waited until you were standing in front of him, and he was smiling. He had no reason not to. “You have the tendency to hit the corners.” He said, tapping your hip bone where another bruise from the last table corner you collided against was forming.

Your stomach tightened, and you breathed in like the world was running out of air. “It’s not that bad,” You managed to mumble, looking away from him again and dropping the cloth in the water, soaking it and wringing it out, before placing the hyssop on it and turning back to Hiccup.

You eyed his neck, taking in the sight of his bruises, your stomach clenched for a different reason as you watched the damaged skin.

“What is it?” Hiccup asked, noticing the tension on your body. More worried and displeased. “You don’t like them?” He added, knowing that you didn’t.

“No,” You said softly, shaking your head. “Do they hurt?” You asked, looking in his eyes again.

“You can kiss it better if you want.” He said in a husky voice, placing a hand around your nape, keeping your head in place.

Your heart swelled, and the air in your lungs felt heavy like it had turned into water. “I might,” You whispered, bringing a hand on his chest just above his heart, fingertips barely touching his skin. The words ravelled up your throat like a flood going out of your mouth before you could register them.

Hiccup took in your expression and felt every anxious beat of your heart under his fingers. You had a kind of determination that only someone who didn’t know what they were saying could have.

Neither realised the other leaning in until your lips were on one another. Your mind was too busy catching on to the fact that you were kissing the person whom, up until that point, you called your dearest friend and the sun of your sky.

The kiss was deeper than Hiccup expected, charged with way too many feelings. His body was begging for air, but was rejecting the idea of separating from your lips. Like his soul was tangled and merged with yours, and splitting their lips meant tearing their soul apart.

The first kiss had left them both breathless. You were holding Hiccup like you might collapse, and Hiccup put his free arm around you like you were an anchor.

Then came another and another and another.

Each more consuming the last, your bodies drowning in the inadequacy of your closeness and every fibre of your beings crying ‘not enough’.

Your soul was clawing on your chest, calling out, screaming, ‘take me with you, make me a part of you. Let me forget my name if I ever had one.’

Your hold on his body tightened and moved, going to his shoulders, digging your nails in his skin, the image of your scratches on his back flashing in your mind for a second, holding him closer until there was no space between you.

His hands moved down from your nape and back down to your waist as he turned you slowly until you were the one pressed against the table and lifted you up.

There was something holy, you supposed, about letting a “friend” you were just lusting over pick you up off the floor, sit you on the table and kiss you until you are lying on it.

There was a loud gasp as you parted. “I changed my mind,” he breathed between pants as he finally let go of your mouth, relishing the feeling of your chest expanding towards him with each quick breath. He rubbed his nose against yours before he went back to devouring you.

Your free hand tangled in his hair, your back arching without thinking, letting out a small hum in his mouth as you felt his hand grab the back of your leg, keeping it in place next to his waist.

“Not having your boots on was a great idea.” He mumbled, with a kind of cheeky smugness in his voice, moving on to bite your neck.

Fuck. You thought letting out a gasp.

You had the suspicion that this would end with a lot less clothes and a lot more movement.

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