falls to his knees and crawls over. He’s sure his head will explode
in seconds, but reaching her is more important. “Astrid? Astrid,
you okay?” He takes her by the arm and pulls her close. Her hair is
still unbound and wild about her face, and he pushes it away so he
can press his palms to her cheeks.”
Like it’s literally
hand slips off the axe-head and falls to her side. She tilts her head
at him, something dangerously close to affection in her eyes.
want to kiss you,” she confesses. But she doesn’t take a step
forward. She doesn’t steal his lips and press her body into him
like he’s used to. “I don’t know why.”
mermaid bond magic maybe?” he suggests a little sarcastically,
narrowing his gaze at her.
This is different.“ Astrid looks to the floor as she shakes her
head. Her fingers rise and press between her breasts. Hiccup’s hand
freezes when he realizes he’s rubbing the same spot on his own
Like five hundred percent
doesn’t want to think. Doesn’t want to wait
for logic and reason to catch him.
He presses his forehead to hers, lips hovering so close to hers that
his inhale is her exhale. “I
love you, Astrid.”
She shakes her head, and he opens
his eyes to see her features
crumpling. “It’s just the bond,” she whispers back, voice thready
as she repeats his words from
“I was wrong.” Brushing his
thumb across her cheek, he presses kisses to the side of her mouth.
Each one resonates through his skin, something like intoxication
blurring his inhibitions. That’s the
bond. The curse that torments him whenever they touch. He felt that
the very first night on the beach under the moonlight, but he didn’t
feel this swelling in his chest. The tightness in his throat. The
fear that she might dissolve into seafoam and wash away from his bed
like a retreating wave.