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Hiccup tried to suppress the rage bubbling within him. He needed to think properly if he was going to escape. He looked at Viggo as he sat opposite him, smirking smugly.
"You could search that island for all eternity and never find my gold," Viggo chided.
Hiccup huffed in response. Viggo stood, circling him. Hiccup glared at the island map, hoping to avoid Viggo's gaze altogether. That's when it hit him; no ancient runes matched the set the riders discovered. Now he had the upper hand. He kept his smile to himself and glared at Viggo as he came into view again.
"You know, I do enjoy our games Hiccup," Viggo slurred, dragging his fingers on the surface of his desk. Hiccup watched as Viggo's eyes trailed over his body. Hiccup gasped a little as he realized what Viggo must be thinking. Hiccup was going to hate himself for this, but he could use Viggo's feelings as an unexpected distraction. He noticed a dagger on Viggo's desk and made his plan.
"Viggo just cut the yak dung. Why do you toy with me?"
"Whatever do you mean, my dear?"
"You're a flirt."
"Wow, Hiccup, I have expected you to call me many things but a flirt? Certainly not."
"Viggo, you always play tricks on me. You like to dominate me, you know... use your intelligence to get the upper hand."
"In a way, I suppose… I enjoy having fair and strong opponents, such as yourself to combat. I don't believe that makes me flirtatious? As you put it?"
"I guess, but I'm not wrong."
"Hmm. What is the point of this conversation Hiccup?"
"Well... it's just... I'm tired-"
"Well, if you really are that exhausted, then I can let you lie down-"
"No. Viggo, I am tired of you flirting with me and never doing anything else!"
Viggo froze, blinking in disbelief. How did Hiccup figure him out? Was he that obvious? Yes, he was attracted to the boy but never intended to follow through on that feeling. He clutched his fist and eyed Hiccup some more. Viggo moved before Hiccup, leaning back on his desk and crossing his arms. He began to chuckle at Hiccup's determined expression.
"I don't know what you're getting at Hiccup."
"I... want you to stop undressing me with your eyes and do it for real."
"My my... who knew you swung that way?"
"Viggo," Hiccup growled, leaning towards him. Viggo fought the impulse to indulge, but he eyed Hiccup's lips and freckles. How he wanted to devour every inch of skin on his lean body.
"Viggo... please..."
Viggo leaned in close to Hiccup's lips, pausing for a moment. He slowly moved in and caught them. It was strange initially; Hiccup's lips were softer than he imagined. He pulled away, leaning back towards his desk. He watched as Hiccup looked at him, still leaning forward, shock dashing his features.
"That's... that's it?" Hiccup murmured.
He couldn't believe Viggo's simple kiss made him forget his plan. He still needed to get on that desk, or at least close enough to the dagger.
"I haven't even taken you to dinner!" Viggo joked, giving a genuine heartfelt laugh. Hiccup groaned, leaning back into his chair. Did he really feel bad that Viggo wasn't kissing him more? Why did he feel let down? Hiccup stood shakily, his arms still bound behind his back. Hiccup wobbled and moved towards Viggo, who caught him.
"I've never seen a captive come on to his captor."
"You are really telling me you don't want me?"
"My dear, of course, I want you," Viggo murmured, turning Hiccup towards his desk. The way Viggo said that caught Hiccup off guard. Why was Hiccup's stomach stirring and not in a sick way? Hiccup scooted onto the desk, and Viggo gripped his waist. Viggo's eyes showed his uncertainty as he met Hiccup's. They stayed silent momentarily as Viggo processed what was happening. He leaned in once more, and Hiccup caught the man's lips. The fit was perfect. Hiccup felt Viggo's heated and power-hungry emotions fighting to get out. Hiccup let out a small moan and felt himself tense up. He had been on Viggo's desk next to the dagger for several minutes and hadn't moved. He was utterly lost in Viggo's movements. Viggo pushed him further onto the desk and crawled over him, kissing him more and more. Hiccup felt his impulse to escape leave him, and he only wanted to wrap his arms around Viggo's shoulders. Viggo moved down to Hiccup's neck, beginning to nip at his freckles.
"Cut- mm, cut my rrropes."
Viggo nodded at Hiccup's request and cut the ropes on his wrists. Viggo expected to be shoved off, feeling that this was Hiccup's plan. But when Hiccup ran his hands on Viggo's chest, drawing him back, Viggo felt relief, and Thor forbid, happiness. He melted into Hiccup, and the two forgot where they were. They were consumed by pure bliss until the ship was rocked by an obvious hit. Viggo caught them before they fell off his desk and groaned.
"Your friends are here, my dear."
"yeah... I'm gonna go and tell them I escaped."
"Right. Of course."
"And Viggo... look out for a terror mail." Hiccup stated, looking at Viggo before slipping out the cabin's door. Viggo sighed, running his fingers over his lips. What had they just begun?