Mericcup Week 2015, Day 7
(All my fics, including contributions to Jackunzel and Mericcup Week, can be viewed here!)
(I don’t even know in what universe this situation could possibly happen with Hiccup, Merida, Stoick, Valka, Gobber, Fergus and Elinor all together in the dragon den but let me be I just wanted to end Mericcup Week with a cute fluffy fic. It almost feels like their honeymoon actually. Also, I should have mentioned this in my previous contributions, but I’m feeling too lazy to write Merida’s Scottish accent. Exercise your imagination)
“She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.” (Steve Maraboli)
“I wish we could just stay here,” she sighed.
Hiccup blinked and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.
“Are you being serious?”
“’Course I am! Look at this place!” She exclaimed, animatedly gesturing at their surroundings.
They were currently sitting on a thick log, in what resembled a room carved out of a cave, a fire crackling before them and sending shadows playing and slipping across the ridged rock walls. Toothless and Cloudjumper lay on the floor behind them, playing some unknown game together with their paws, and both their parents, and Gobber, stood a little distance across the room. The loud, rambunctious laughter of the very large men echoed off the walls, but the two of them remained absorbed in each other’s company.
“I’d have to share you with the dragons,” he frowned.
“You always have,” she teased lightly, stretching out her arms and arching her back. When she was done with her little stretch, she casually slung both her arms around him, nose inches from his jaw, chin resting on his left shoulder and hands on his right.
“But I want my privacy with you, too,” he turned his head in her direction, looking at her through lowered lids. It had meant to sound like a playful whine, but his voice had dropped lower and, with their faces a hair’s breadth apart, a shiver pricked at her spine.
“You’ll live.” She pulled away from him just before he leaned closer, giving him a face full of wild red locks.
“Sometimes I wonder if you love me or the dragons more,” he muttered, raising a hand to drag her hair away from his cheek.
“Was there ever any question?” She smirked.
He gave her a deadpan look.
“Kidding,” she quipped, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on his temple. “Of course I love the dragons more.”
“Hilarious,” he said, but just as he had looped his arm around her waist and turned his head to meet her lips, she jumped up from the log, looking impishly at him.
It was then that he noticed that a song had started among the adults - he recognised it as the courting song of days of old. All of them were singing along in jovial voices, crossing wrists and ankles, spinning, jumping. Toothless could be heard from behind, whining and scratching at the ground.
All of a sudden, he felt himself being yanked off the log, and spun around in circles by none other than Merida Dunbroch.
“You know,” he shouted in half-panic, “the main reason I courted you was because you hated dancing!”
She only stopped their spinning abruptly to laugh raucously; Hiccup felt about to fall over, as if his head was lagging behind the rest of his body. But when he looked over at Merida, holding her stomach breathlessly, eyes crinkled up in a blindingly happy way, bright hair a sprightly mess, the fire casting warm tones on her skin, a big smile of his own crossed his face.
Without warning, he picked her up by the waist and lifted her up in the air in rapid whirls.
When he put her down again, she was giddy with laughter. “Sing!”
And because she was Merida, he did it for her anyway.
To be fair, he wasn’t as bad as Gobber.
To love and kiss, to sweetly hold For the dancing and the dreaming Through all life’s sorrows and delights I’ll keep your laugh inside me