Strange Sight - A Hiccelsa Story pt 2. - A Dollop of Suncream with a side of Flirting
Here we are, the Hiccelsa part you've been waiting for. Where things get a little cheekier.
A crystal blue pool was waiting to be swum in as Hiccup sat on a deckchair squeezing a suncream bottle. His hair flapped faintly in the breeze and he only wore dark green swim shorts baring his lean, fit torso. Right now, Hiccup was gritting his teeth as the bottle shook in his tightening fingers. No cream came out onto the waiting palm of his other hand. True to the name Hiccup, nothing, not even something simple like rubbing in a little suncream, ever went as hoped. Frustrated, he was too concentrated on squeezing the confounded bottle to notice the footsteps coming his way. Freezing up, his eyes zipped from his still-empty hand to someone in front of him wearing neat black pumps and a rich magenta floor-length gown. ‘Oh boy…’ ‘She’ was coming for a swim too! Part of Hiccup desperately wanted it, but his stomach started to twist, his heartbeat thumping through his ears.
“Hi, Hiccup. You looking forward to a little swim?” came Elsa’s ever-courteous voice, the voluminous gown lovingly draped over her body catching the brunette’s eye. “Oh, hey, Els - Elsa, morning.” he blurted when he had found his voice at last. His nerves getting the best of him, Hiccup ended up deciding to make himself scarce. “No cream coming out, what a shame. Don’t think I’ll be able to swim after all.” “Hold on, Hiccup, I’ll just be a second.” Elsa interrupted and before Hiccup could get up to leave, her hands undid the belt of her gown. As the magenta cloth sailed silently onto the flagstones, Hiccup gaped. His forest-green eyes widened and the inside of his half-open mouth dried up like a desert.
He beheld naked, curvy, creamy legs, skimpy teal blue-green bikini panties, a lithe stomach and a rash guard top, also teal, printed with swirling patterns and long black sleeves elegantly hugging slim arms. Provence was already hot, but Hiccup’s cheeks and ears simply burned as his eyes trailed up. Further down, he could feel a tingling sensation. Elsa looked down at him with those ice-blue eyes, her gentle smile accentuated perfectly as ever by her lip rouge and her wintry-blond hair wreathed into the same bun from when they first met.
Eyes locked on Elsa’s fantastically scantily-clad body, Hiccup just couldn’t move from where he sat. Then Elsa posed casually, resting a hand on her hip. “What d’you think? Like my bikini?” she asked cheerfully and winked. That was all it took for Hiccup. Cream sprayed out of the bottle past his hand and onto the flagstones. He mentally cursed his ever-lousy luck.
But Elsa put a hand to her mouth and giggled. It was the most beautiful, melodic thing Hiccup had heard. “I’m sorry, let me get that for you.” she said hurriedly, quickly bending forward and scooping up the smear of cream. “No, no, don't bother, I’m sorry. I wasn't - I wasn't looking -” At last Hiccup had found his voice, yet he was shaking all over nervously. What didn't help was how Elsa squatted down, giving him a look at the way she flexed her thighs, or the less-than-innocent smirk she gave him. “Oh. Liked what you saw?” She had the cream in her hand and remained crouched down so she was eye level with the trembling young man. “Wha - what did I see? I - wait, what do I like?” Hiccup was a stuttering wreck. “I’m sorry, what were we saying again?…” he managed to get out of his mouth that was going like clockwork false teeth. “I was just asking; you like my bikini?” Elsa repeated, still smirking as she sensually slid her free hand down her exposed thigh.
Hiccup’s brain seemed to need a reboot before he could form a coherent sentence. After one moment of quickly gathering his thoughts, he used the next to take in Elsa’s beauty. What really fascinated him was how the modesty of the sleeves and high collar of her rash vest contrasted with the naughtiness of her panties hugging her nether regions while flaunting her midriff and legs. “Your bikini’s…fit for a queen.” he murmured with a dreamy smile.
Elsa giggled again. “Thanks...” she said sweetly, enjoying the way Hiccup’s eyes roamed over her. In return, her winter-coloured eyes discreetly flitted over his slightly hairy chest. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” she quipped.
“Oh, now, come on, you embarrass me.” Hiccup chuckled, feeling his cheeks go beet red. “Seriously, you’ve got a pretty awesome body.” Elsa’s compliment was not without a blush of her own. “Says the lady who knows how to rock a bikini.” Hiccup playfully countered.
This made Elsa giggle even more. It seemed the two had grown comfortable admiring one another's state of semi-dress. “So how’re you finding Provence?” Elsa inquired, reminding Hiccup that his eyes were still glued to her skin. “Pre -pretty...pretty awesome.” Hiccup stuttered, pulling his eyes to her face in an effort to make eye contact. “Does Toothless like it?” Elsa inquired. “Enough that he’s gonna be lounging in the shade for pretty much the whole day.” Hiccup replied with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t blame him.” Elsa agreed. “Well at least it leaves us some free time.” Hiccup noted in amusement.
For a moment, they gazed at each other with what could possibly be a sense of longing.
“Oh yes, suncream, well, here you...” Elsa, got up from her crouched position and raised the palm she had scooped up the lotion with, before she started to trail off. “...are.”
Noticing the way she was apprehensively staring down at his chest, Hiccup’s ears burned once again. “What…?” “Would you like…?” Elsa offered, gesturing with her hand. Hiccup could hardly comprehend what god felt generous enough to bless him with such a prospect. A blond girl in a bikini giving his body a rub? By now his heartbeat was simply pumping through his ears. Eventually he steeled his nerves. “Sure.” “Yeah?” Elsa edged her hand closer, but she wanted reassurance.
“Yeah.” Hiccup’s confidence rose and he gave Elsa a lopsided smirk, reclining onto the bench to give her a good look at those abs and that light chest hair. So Elsa, wide-eyed in awe, crouched beside him and reached. Her wispy fingers drew nearer, then stroked Hiccup’s chest. His breath hitched at Elsa’s touch. It wasn’t freezing cold, but cooled Hiccup’s skin like fresh water. When Elsa placed her palm flat against his skin, a wondrous feeling sparked through them both with the intensity of an electrical charge. As Elsa gently lathered the lotion, she breathed out in pure ecstasy just from trailing her hands along Hiccup’s rippling muscles and bristly hairs. Her eyes gleamed at how it made his skin glisten in the sun like butter. Hiccup just reclined on the bench, simply basking in Elsa’s rubs. In a half-hypnotic state, her hand travelled downwards. This made Hiccup stiffen and gasp. Elsa, gently smiling, caressed her fingers along his tight stomach, amplifying the heavenly sensation. “Yeah, baby…” he hoarsely intoned. This must be paradise.
Elsa swirled her hand around his belly button, finishing off what remained of the cream. “Anywhere else?” she asked, standing up. Hiccup still lay where he was, his smile now growing devious. “Oh, I think we're just getting started…” And he folded his hands behind his head.
Elsa’s cheeks went pink and her mouth dropped open as she tried to process everything.
Carefully squeezing more lotion out of the tube, Elsa gestured for Hiccup to flip over. As he lay on his front, she sat on the bench next to him and simply massaged the cream into his back. The brunette closed his eyes, loving every minute of it. Elsa was truly enjoying the feel of her hands upon his neck and rangy arms. She did hesitate at his one leg, but Hiccup just nodded encouragingly and she slid her palms up and down his thigh and calf. Pure pleasure pulsated through the young woman at how the hairs across his leg were so coarse and prickly. When she had him sit up straight so she could do his face, it wasn't long before her eyes got lost in his, so full of wit and warmth. For a moment, her lips had come incredibly close to his, before she urgently turned away and stood up. “Thanks…” Hiccup said, a little suspicious at what just happened.
“Hiccup?” Elsa piped up, becoming slightly shy as the young man looked up at her. “Would you like to do me? I - I mean, would you like to rub me - no - rub on my suncream?” Hiccup held in a laugh at how she stumbled with her words. “As you wish, your majesty.” he joked. Elsa frowned at him as she took his hand to carefully squirt on some cream. “First name terms, Hiccup.” She slid her dainty feet out of her pumps and lay face down on the bench with her chin resting over her folded arms.
Hiccup found his eyes trailing down the fair skin of Elsa’s back to the teal bikini fabric barely concealing her round, plump bum. He heard another giggle from her. “Hiccup, are you staring at my boo-tiiieee?” she teased in a singsong voice, awakening him from his trance.
“Sorry.” he gulped. Focusing, despite his ears feeling hot from how embarrassed he was, he gingerly lowered his palm onto her back. When his hand was upon her skin, Hiccup took a moment to relish the smooth, silky feel that was simply Elsa.
“Mmm…” Elsa moaned, closing her eyes like she was tasting hot chocolate. She could feel how rough those hands were from handling motorcycle machinery, having had their share of scars from accidents that had healed over time. His calloused palms and fingers tended to her with utmost care and loving attention. Hiccup loved how his slow, indolent rubs sent the girl humming in pleasure. Under his touch, her skin was like putty he could toy with. “Having fun, your majesty?” he asked smugly. “Oh, shut up and do my belly…” came a muffled reply, though he could hear the glee in Elsa’s voice.
When she turned herself so he could apply the next dab of cream, the brunette dragged his fingers along her abs like an artist at his very own passion project. Elsa happily watched him work, letting out tiny grunts and hums. “You treat your motorbikes this immaculately?” she inquired in a somewhat husky voice, her eyes becoming hooded not just from the heat. “That's the key to handling machinery, O queen…” Hiccup humorously told her with his smile widening, leaning closer into her face. “You tend to them…” His fingers continued to idly slide across her skin. “You lubricate them…” Squirting extra cream onto Elsa, he indulged her in more rubs so that her skin gleamed. Their breathing grew more audible as they looked into one another’s eyes. “And you...tune them.” Hiccup finished, wiggling his fingers along Elsa’s stomach. Elsa squealed, giggling and lightly flailing about.
Then Hiccup opened his mouth in mock surprise. “Don’t tell me her majesty is ticklish?” “Hiccup…” Elsa scolded him, laying her hands protectively over her stomach, but the attempt to fight down her grin was pretty much in vain. “Say your prayers, Elsa. It’s tickling time!” Hiccup taunted and he lunged, his hands skittering across her sides. Elsa squirmed on the bench, her shrieks of laughter and snorting growing more hysterical. She mentally cursed her bikini for leaving her so vulnerable to Hiccup’s mischievous assault, but there was no denying how much she loved this. The two went on wriggling and struggling as Hiccup continued to ticklishly torture Elsa, before he settled down and Elsa found the chance to catch her breath. It wasn’t long before she glanced to her right. There Hiccup lay, propped on his side and not even taking that goofy smile off his stubbly face, amusement dancing in his eyes. Feeling something, she looked down at how they both had a hand rested on each other’s side. Her legs had entangled themselves around his living and his prosthetic ones. Silence passed between Hiccup and Elsa as they tried to comprehend all this. Huddled together, his rounded nose some millimetres from her narrower, more pointed nose, forest green eyes reaching out to wintry blue eyes, both wide and glinting with indescribable emotion. The air was so thick with this alien feeling that neither seemed ready to make the next move.
“You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” Elsa asked in jest, making Hiccup chuckle. “Well aren’t you?” he asked back. She certainly didn’t look ready to object to how their hands stayed settled on their sides, nor how her legs stayed curled around his. Not when his touch was so gentle, nor when the hairs of his legs bristled up against her skin. The sincerity in Elsa’s smile drove away the awkward pangs that had previously risen up in Hiccup’s stomach minutes ago.
More suncream was squirted out by Hiccup and applied to Elsa’s face. He traced her cheeks, nose and forehead, never once pressing too hard. It made Elsa relax and gaze at Hiccup more affectionately than possible. Hiccup wouldn’t question, while he daubed her face, why she couldn’t take her hand away from his stomach. Her fingers settled over his abs and belly button, the intimacy between the two soaring to unimaginable levels.
“How’s that?” Hiccup asked, rubbing in one final layer of cream to the back of Elsa’s neck. “Just one more thing left…” the girl spoke up, rising off the bench. Hiccup sat up again ready for his next task. Suddenly the suncream bottle was handed back to him and he took it, looking up. “Well, attend to your queen.” Elsa commanded Hiccup and lifted her right leg. Time seemed to freeze for Hiccup. He was simply drawn to those curves, from Elsa’s sleek thigh to her foot that dipped its toes over the flagstones, as flawless as fine porcelain. Remembering the bottle in his hand, he glanced up at Elsa who smiled as she waited for him to obey her command. He squirted a dollop of cream onto his palm, then after placing the bottle on the bench, he reached with trembling hands.
When his fingers made contact with Elsa’s calf, Hiccup found himself in a state of intoxication, sliding his palms along every centimetre and kneading every curve. It sent Elsa biting her lip as she gazed down at Hiccup appreciatively. She simply loved how he indulged her, rubbing the cream in reverently, treating the task as pure privilege. He lightly smiled up at her while his fingers trailed over her knee, then further and further up. As the young mechanic lathered her inner and outer thigh, Elsa quietly giggled in delight and waited until he had reached the very top. “Other one...” she requested, raising her left leg. Hiccup gladly squirted cream onto the calf, then resumed his massages. As always, his rough mechanics’ hands were delicate in how they brushed Elsa’s flesh. Wanting this to last forever, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her grin showing her pearly white teeth. While his hand snaked up the thigh, Hiccup sneakily reached his other down for the sole of the blond’s foot and tickled it. Elsa squeaked in another fit of laughter and Hiccup smirked up at her. Elsa smirked back at the young man ghosting his fingers across the waistband of her bikini bottoms. What was it about him that was truly brightening up an already bright and relaxing day, Elsa asked herself as she let him caress her thigh. What was it about him?
At last Hiccup stood up. “Okay, I think that’s you sorted.” he declared. Elsa gave him a grateful smile, when she instantly noticed how closely they stood in front of one another. They were utterly frozen in place by how Hiccup’s torso was only millimetres from Elsa’s stomach, skin on the verge of meeting skin. She slowly lifted her head and Hiccup considered asking if anything was the matter. “Hiccup…” Elsa started in a hushed voice, as though she was summoning up courage for something. “Can I…” She closed her eyes and moved her face forward a tiny bit, her lips lightly parting. Hiccup knew what she wanted. His cheeks did heat up, but this time his apprehension gave way to a welcoming smile. “Sure.” he agreed. Elsa's eyes reached into his. He gave a small gasp in surprise at her hand gently clasping his chin and she softly kissed him on the cheek. Motionless and stunned, Hiccup simply savoured her sweetly-scented lips touching his face. It only lasted for a split second when she pulled away. What he then noticed was her slightly cocky grin. “Alright, your majesty, I get you’ve put a spell on me.” Hiccup mock-chided her, folding his arms at her impish attitude.
“Y’know it, tiger.” Elsa wittily replied with a raised finger before whirling round and swaggering off to the pool. Hiccup followed her, unable to resist glancing down at her impressive buttocks swaying under those panties as her feet glided across the stone flooring.
‘I swear she does this on purpose…’ Hiccup thought, holding in a chuckle.
Get ready for some Hiccelsa swimming shenanigans in the next chapter, readers.
