*~~~*Jack & Hiccup Imagines & Preferences*~~~*

*~~~*He Teases You*~~~*

Hiccup: "C'mon! Make ('er/'im) shine!" you called out as you lounged in your chair, taking sips from your cup of water.

Hiccup turned to you and sighed. "How much?" he asked begrudgingly.

"'Til I can see my face in (her/his) scales!" you answered mischievously. "Now get a move on!"

Hiccup sighed in annoyance before continuing to scrub (d/n) down.

The reason he was doing this was because you made a bet that you could beat him in a hand-to-hand combat session. He accepted and, while he did put up a pretty good fight, you still blew him out of the water with your natural prowess. If he won, you would have to be his servant for two months, and if you won, he would have to clean every ounce of (d/n)'s body.

And (she/he) HATES being cleaned.

You had also promised (d/n) a huge stack of cod if (she/he) agreed to make Hiccup's job as hard as possible. (She/He) graciously accepted your challenge.

"Oh, c'mon, (d/n), co-operate with me here!" Hiccup complained, for the (d/t) had just shaken (her/him)self dry and all the suds and water flew everywhere, wetting everything - including Hiccup.

Hiccup sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, before crouching down to reach for his rag, which (d/n) had flicked out of his hand. As he did, he gained a thoughtful expression.

"Hmm . . . how can I get myself out of this? . . ." he pondered, idea after idea going through his head.

Then he quietly gasped before slowly turning to you, a smirk gracing his features.

He had the perfect plan.

"Jeez, it's, uh, getting really hot in here," Hiccup commented, starting to lightly fan himself. You frowned a bit before licking a finger and holding it in the air.

"Hm, I guess it's a little humid," you shrugged.

"Man, I really feel overdressed!" Hiccup lamented, dramatically wiping sweat (actually mostly water) off his forehead.

You scoffed, looking at him with a smirk. "So what are you planning on doing about that?" you asked tauntingly.

"This." Hiccup gave you a sneaky grin, before grabbing the bottom of his tunic, making the smirk immediately drop from your face. Was he about to--

He was!

Hiccup slowly, but sensually, lifted his tunic over his head, revealing a tanned torso that had the faint outlinings of a six pack. His toned stomach was also dripping with sweat and water, turning you on even more.

You couldn't do anything or say anything at all as you just stared at his body in awe and lust, the cup of water dropping out of your hand and onto the floor.

"Shall I continue with the work, milady?" was all he said, with a knowing wink.

Not being able to say anymore, you speed-walked over to your annoyingly hot boyfriend and pulled him towards you, dragging him out of the Academy.

As soon as you reached his house, you slammed the door and pushed him up against it.

"You did that on purpose!" you accused, making him smile deviously.

"I don't know what you mean, milady," he replied coolly. In response you quietly growled and leaned up close to him.

"Seducing me so you could get out of cleaning (d/n)!" you hissed.

"Ohh! Well if that's what you mean . . ." Hiccup grabbed your hips and swapped you two over, pinning you back against the wall then giving your neck a long, s-l-o-w kiss.