Jarida Drabbles

Not you Secret Agent au

"You'd think North lost his mind when he thought of this," He muttered, stalking along the corridor of Guardian, the hideout for secret agents, while loading his sniper with a click.

His companion behind him scoffed. "You think I'm happy about this, Frost? Of all other people I have to play lab partners with, it had to be you."

He let out a grunt. "Unfortunately we're the only professional ones left, as our dear boss had said, since the others were off to their own missions. Apparently, we're going to be smack in the middle of an island, or a block of ice that crudely resembles an island because that place, even if you call it that, is near Antarctica where we're probably going to freeze to death while stopping the last bunch of Pitch's slaves from blasting the earth into crumbs, again, and I have to do it with you," He grumbled, shoving the elevator button roughly. "Should have convinced North to let me follow Hiccup to Iceland to catch stray dragons, or Eugene to Germany to look for the blonde chick who's been messing around with us."

She scowled, following him inside the lift once it arrived. "Glad to work with you, lad," She replied with oozing sarcasm, crossing her arms over her chest as she regarded him with a look of complete disdain. "Could have sworn you enjoyed my company," She continued drily. "I would have dug some special Scottish rum in the cellar and drink myself to death if you did."

He smirked sardonically. "Pity you didn't, I'd have a celebration dedicated to your death of drunkness, and invite everyone to celebrate it with me. Except you of course, being dead and all."

She shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll be there alright, just not in solid form." She grinned maliciously.

"What, going to chase my guests away by screaming 'boo'?" He tsked. "How unprofessional."

She raised an eyebrow. "You prefer me being inside you and use your body to kill people?"

He grinned. "You inside me, huh? I thought it was the other way around." He leered at her.

She made a face. "You disgusting pig."

He shrugged as the lift halted into a stop. "You're the one who said it."

"But you damn well know I didn't mean it that way," She retorted, swiftly brushing past him as she got out.

"Then choose your words wisely." He quipped, trailing behind the red haired.

She snorted. "You're such a child."

They made a bee line towards their jet, walking past marching soldiers and agents who had their weapons ready and passed by the impressive sorts of vehicles and aircrafts. When they got near their respected transportation, the selected men that would accompany them straighten themselves upon their presence, and Merida greeted them with a nod. "Gentlemen, I assumed you're ready?" At their affirmation, she nodded. "Then let's go."

"When we get out of this alive," She murmured towards her partner as they filled in. "I'm going to mourn for your existence."

He chuckled. "Likewise, Red."