This might sound naughty, but I think I know what nickname King Frederic could've given King Trevor (based off the one Duke Igthorn [from the Gummi Bears]'s brother gave him)…..Trevie Tinkle Trousers!!! XD
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Fool/Viking, anyone? +
Summary:
After the game of tag has come to a close, Fool and Viking bicker- and Viking learns something new about Fool.
Words: 734
Chapters: 1/1
Warnings: None
Ship: TheFoolsFam/VikingPilot
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"You really just have to rub it in, don't you?"
Fool sighed, and next to him, Viking cackled. They were outside the abandoned Birch, Please building, and Viking was gloating about his victory in the game of tag they'd all played. He poked Fool's side.
"You couldn't catch me! I'm too slippery! You tried so hard, too, I almost feel a little bad... almost," he teased. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth happily.
Glaring, Fool deadpanned, "You would never have been this cocky while the game was still going, you were terrified of me. I was a threat to you and you knew it- but now that we've finished, you're free to mess with me all you want, is that right?"
"Oh, my dear Fool, I was never afraid of you in the slightest. You try your best, but you're really not all that scary."
That got a reaction out of him. "Oh, not that scary, huh? Then tell me why you were flying away in fear whenever you saw me." He bristled.
"Just because I'm not scared of you doesn't mean I'm not going to go all-in on games." Fool narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. In response, Viking reached up to trace a finger along his jawline, caressing the side of his face, turning his head to face him. His thumb touched the edge of the golden spot across his skin, feeling its warmth- it was surprisingly soft to the touch.
What Viking expected was to tease him a little, maybe make him flustered, maybe hear another witty retort.
What he didn't expect was for Fool to inhale sharply the way he did, or to feel his full-body shiver. His eyelids fluttered shut, as he leant into Viking's hand ever so slightly, a pink flush forming on his cheeks.
Viking grinned. "Oh, the gold is a sensitive spot, is it?" He ran the tip of his finger over the edge of it once again, on purpose this time. Fool's hand snapped up and grabbed his arm, but he didn't try to stop him. Viking decided to be a bit bolder- he carefully traced Fool's eyelid, savoring the sound of the soft gasp that he let out.
"You're going to drive me insane, you know that?" Fool stuttered.
"Oh, I know." Viking let his hand run down his face, moving across the golden surface, down to his neck, where the spots disappeared underneath his shirt. He went over his shoulder and down his arm, to where they continued. Fool's other hand found its way around Viking's torso, clenching the fabric of his shirt- from his reaction to the touch, the spots on his arm were just as sensitive as the one on his face.
Speaking of his face...
Viking leant in closer to Fool, and kissed the corner of his eye. Fool's grip on the back of his shirt and on his arm tightened. Underneath his hat, Viking's ear twitched.
For a second, Viking wondered if Fool was going to say anything, but then he made a little squeaking noise- one that Viking was honestly shocked that he could create. He nuzzled his face into his. "Aww, you're so cute!" He giggled. He held Fool's hand, running his thumb over the back of it, where another little patch of gold lay. "And blushing a lot, too- damn, you're going to turn into molten gold at this rate."
This time, Fool whined, and man, Viking also melted a little on the inside. He kissed Fool's face again, on his cheekbone, and then next to his mouth. It still wasn't a proper kiss, but judging from the nails digging into his back, Fool was getting more and more pent up.
Then, after Viking had put his other arm around him and kissed him almost on the tip of his nose, Fool had had enough of the teasing, and he pulled him in close and kissed him deeply. Surprised, but happy, Viking's throat rumbled in a short purr as he relaxed into it. His tail curled around Fool's body.
"You fill me with rage and hatred," said Fool, once they parted.
"Only those two things?" Viking smirked. He brushed his fingertip on his gold spot again. "Nothing else?"
Fool pursed his lips. "Shut up," he grumbled, looking away- his cheeks were still flushed.
Viking kissed him again, and he could feel Fool smiling through it.
