A tale of seven kisses

Upon losing a stupid bet Astrid has to kiss Hiccup every day for a whole miserable week.

(I rated it M, better be safe than sorry.)

I don't own anything, so these guys don't belong to me, I just really fancy them. Also, I'm not a native speaker of English, but I'm trying to do my best, so grammar errors and spelling mistakes may occur, therefore beta readers are more than welcomed.

It was a fine day. One of the finest ones of this year. Finally, it was summer, the sun was shining and the temperature went above 25 degrees. Most Vikings were sick in this weather and tried to hide in the shades or to sleep through the summer days in their homes.

There was one Viking however who was quite fond of the rare summer days that indulged his inhospitable home isle.

He was lying in the sand, at a very unpopular place not far from the southern end of the island. Why was it such an unpopular place? Well, it was basically a beach, a large lake with a small island in the middle, but the thing is with Vikings that they don't really like when water touches their skin. So they don't swim. Many of them rather chose the peaceful drowning upon falling into the open seas instead of the tiresome and humiliating swimming.

But this sunbathing Viking was different, in so many ways. He closed his eyes and breathed deep in the smell of summer. Everything was so peaceful, and he needed that peace and quiteness. He had so much going on, the training, the blacksmith apprentice duties, his dad...

His black dragon was silently sleeping in the shades of a large tree, not far from his master. Dragons were not the fans of the warm weather either but at least they liked swimming. Hiccup enjoyed how the sun was burning his shoulders and his naked stomach. He w...

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... he really didn't feel like cooking breakfast for a week, the idea of getting kissed for the same amount of time seemed a lot more charming.

It was an easy fight. He was a grown up man, and Astrid... well, she was just a woman, no matter how fierce fighter she was.

He was on top of her. He didn't sit on her, not wanting to crush her, but he held her wrists tight on the ground.

„Five, four, three, two, one. And I won.”, he said triumphantly while letting go of her wrists and lying down in the sand next to her.

„When do you want to start?”, he asked her gloating over his power.

„When I'll be wrinkly, toothless and disgusting.”, she said irritated. „You never said we have to start next day.”

„Fair enough.”, he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. „I totally deserved this answer.”

Astrid never looked back just dived into the water and swam back to shore.