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[kappa_nitori]

SETUP

Look at this fucking hotel room, it's trashed to hell. What did you do last night, how'd you get here, and why is there a goat tied to the toilet? You don't remember, oops! Various reminders may be scattered around, but fuck that you have more pressing matters on your hand. Who's the person in your bed/on your floor/in your closet, why does your mouth taste like an ashtray, and what's this mysterious number on your hand? Luckily, you can leave the room, but it only leads outside into the beast known as Las Vegas. ...WELP, time to get a move on!

SCENARIOS.

In case you're stuck on what terrible thing has fallen into your characters' laps, here are some scenarios to help. The number on their hands corresponds with these:

1. "The wedding's been canceled." - You're married to whoever's in your room, complete with rings and champagne. Whether you get to still enjoy the honey moon is up to you.
2. "Tigers LOVE pepper. They hate cinnamon." - There is a fucking giant tiger lounging in your room.
3. "I CAN'T TELL A LIE!" - You immediately want to tell the truth about everything to anyone who will listen.
4. "I'm a little upset about a bad sexual episode I had last night." - Obligatory sex option; you both had sex, deal with it.
5. "They robbed a bank with a telephone." - LOOK AT ALL THIS MONEY YOU HAVE! In black, suspicious duffel bags. Oh, is that the police outside?
6. "PROMOTIONS!" - Do whatever the hell you please!

Post ganked from here originally, and doesn't have to be in Vegas.

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John Watson | Sherlock | OTA

[favoriteblogger]

Loki | Agent of Asgard | OTA

[godofbadideas]

[file under: bad ideas]

Jack Frost ❅ Rise of the Guardians

[waywardspirit]

2 :D

[dragonconqueror]

[Meade he could handle. He could handle a fuckton of meade and still come out on top. Years of having Snotlout and Tuffnut as drinking buddies and living in a town founded by vikings helped him learn to be able to hold his own. One or two glasses of that fancy champagne shit, however, and he was gone.

Hiccup wakes up with a groan and a hand to his head, fingers running through his hair. His mouth tasted like shit and - was that braids in his hair? - but other than that and the fact that his body felt like led, the loud rumbling sound right next to his ear made him block his ears, shifting until he could see the other occupant of the bed.]

Who the fuck mows lawns at [squinting at the clock over Jack's shoulder before flopping back down onto the bed, unaware of the warmth behind him] 5am aside from Fishlegs?

Re: 2 :D

[waywardspirit]

[ It's a good thing he was the first to wake up. It's a really good thing Hiccup was the second, because Jack's not sure what he would've done if their third occupant had woken up while Hiccup was still sleeping. Probably run and let Hiccup be eaten, let's be real.

He's been awake for a while now, staring at the ceiling with his arms folded across his chest and his head pounding, but otherwise shockingly calm. ]

Oh, you know. Lawncare professionals, that asshole next door who always has to have perfect grass...the third party you invited over for a ménage à trois...Hiccup, seriously -

[ He drums his fingers on his chest and glances over. May as well drop the bomb. ]

- did you somehow, in a drunken stupor, decide we should have a weird, kinky Friday night with fursuits and threesomes, or is there a real life jungle cat in our bed? Just wondering.

[dragonconqueror]

Ménage à...what?

[Wait what? It takes Hiccup a moment or two to register what, exactly, Jack means by that and the whole jungle cat spiel makes him highly aware of the warm fur pressing against his back. His eyes grow impossibly wide, before he turns his head slightly to the right.

Big cats eyes blink lazily at him, a pink nose scrunching up in a snort before the tiger's head rears back. Hiccup goes to scramble back before a big wet tongue licks his head, causing his hair to stand up on end as he splutters.]

Why is there a tiger in our room?

[waywardspirit]

[ He sits up as well, letting the blankets spill from his shoulders, because hell naw he's not staying in the bed if that thing's going to start getting aggressive. Only it doesn't. He blinks a couple of times and frowns. ]

An excellent question to which I don't remember the answer.

[ ...Okay, but. He can't not smirk, stifling a laugh at Hiccup's hair poking up every way. ]

At least he likes you, right? Could be worse.

Hiccup ♛ How to Train Your Dragon 2

[soulofadragon]

4 because reasons

[icy]

[ Everything hurts. Even the air around his body aches, which is a new achievement. ]

Urghgodfugh.

[ Translated to Oh God, fuck, Jack groans as a sliver of sunlight stabs him in the eye, hunkering down closer to the warm body pressed against his back. Shit, wait. Who ... ? ]

Hic, uh.

[ Wrapped up in Hiccup's arms, in point of fact, it's enough to have Jack groaning more loudly than ever and stuffing his face into the arm pillowing his cheek, dragging the covers over his head. Which, whoops, might suffocate his friend, but it's too early to deal with this when his mouth tastes like he licked Toothless all night.

... Did he? Viking mead is evil. ]

Arrrgh. [ Sounds like he gargled a dragon's foot, too. ] Hiccup. Hic.

[ Elbowing him lamely now, pardon. ]

[soulofadragon]

[ To be fair, when you're hugging a clammy, reedy thing in your sleep, it's easy to think you're curled up with a protective cold-blooded reptile snoozing off a few pints of mead. Especially when it growls at you, sounding almost like a dragon. ]

Gods, Toothless, it's too early...go outside 'n chase a goat 'r smthn...

[ What feels like a talon no Hic, that's an elbow digs into his ribs, and he stubbornly hunkers down beneath the fur blanket, yawning and burying his face against Toothless' tail. Or not Toothless' tail. Toothless' tail isn't made of fuzzy shit that tickles his nose, last he checked.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

That'd be Toothless on the roof, except as if this wasn't confusing enough already, he knows for a fact Toothless can't be in two places at once.

He opens his eyes and finds himself staring at a head of mussed, stark white hair. Definitely not Toothless. He sits bolt upright and the blanket falls off his bare shoulders; with a hiss he grabs at it and pulls it back up to his neck. ]

Oh my gods. Tell me you're playing another joke.

[icy]

[ It's a good fucking job Jack is basically made of Cold, otherwise he'd complain about the draft Hiccup causes when the Viking clutches the sheets to himself like a Disney damsel in distress. It's not exactly pleasant to suddenly have the full glare of the sun in his face, saying that, but Jack is already suffering a migraine of kings so what's one more dollop of misery, really. ]

Yeah, this is right up there with snowballs. No, Haddock.

[ Rolling over, his chest is littered with purpling love-bites that stretch all the way up his neck, apparently where Hiccup decided to go full dragon idiot and sink his teeth in along the tendons joining a shoulder and — ]

Fuck!

[ — Jack hastily eases back onto his elbows after trying to sit up, the furs having slipped to his waist doing nothing to cover up where the painful twinge came from. The glare he sends Hiccup is sleep-encrusted from under a mop of less-than-windswept flattened hair, and if there was a mirror handy he might have agreed he's looked better.

Instead of thoroughly, literally fucked. Oh. Time to avoid eye-contact forever. ]

... Well, then.

[soulofadragon]

I mean - gods, wow, people do crazy things when they're drunk but we can't have - this is probably all just a giant misunderstanding. Probably.

[ He trails off, drowned out by Toothless pounding with all four feet against the roof and causing the house timbers to shudder dangerously. There's definitely something telling about the fact that Toothless isn't sleeping on his scorched stone slab on the floor as usual.

Chewing his lip and rubbing the back of his aching neck, he glances toward the window, avoiding eye contact as much as Jack is. Only for a moment, though. Then he tentatively turns back toward him, daring a quick peek under the blankets. ]

...Did I really do all that? Wow. Talk about soul of a dragon, haha -

[icy]

It doesn't feel like a misunderstanding in my ass, thanks.

[ Giant, maybe. Ow. Leaning on one side, Jack cools himself down (with a crisp crackle of frost cleaning his hair, shortly ruffled back up by his fingers) and watches with fascination as his breath creates clouds. No, not his, but Hiccup's. He swallows reflexively, wondering why the skin on his throat is twinging too. ]

Hey! [ Dragging the furs back over when Hiccup peeks, he scowls at him. ] Do you mind? Do me a favour, since you obviously owe me, and find my clothes.

[ Snippets of last night start to filter through; bitching each other out, freezing Hiccup's clothing here and there, grappling, and then ... and then grappling. ]

[soulofadragon]

In - oh.

[ He lets the furs fall and frowns for a couple long moments, staring straight ahead and squinting like maybe there's an answer to this hiding in the timbers on the opposite wall. And then the temperature suddenly dips drastically, and he hisses, diving back under the bedding and turning his frown toward Jack. ]

Do you mind quitting the cold snaps for a second? I'm naked and not magically immune over here, thanks. And if I'm getting out of bed to go find your clothes then -

[ Disgruntled, he drags the furs over and rolls off the bed bundled up in them, like some massive furry viking chief's cape. ]

- then I'm taking these with me. My room, my village, I make the rules.

[icy]

[ Glaring at Hiccup, he's too distracted by his aches to catch the furs before they're yanked off, left naked (thanks, asshoooooole) where he lies on the bed. There are dark purple scratch-marks down his hips and criss-crossing lean thighs as Jack creakily sits up, arms draped over his lap to shield ... well, as much as he can without acting like Hiccup the Maiden.

Breathing onto a hand, he watches the warm clouds dissipate, leaving until no more come up. He doesn't complain, wanting nothing so much as to pull on his clothes once they're found and to fly out of the house, maybe for miles, and runs a hand forwards through his hair to press closed eyelids against his cool wrist. It doesn't bother Jack that he slept with his friend, he's done far stupider things in the past, but he would much rather not stick around to actively upset Hiccup.

At least his staff is beside the bed. A small mercy and a fast exit, soon. ]

[soulofadragon]

[ Hiccup isn't oblivious; he's spent enough time studying and training dragons that communicate only through body language that one measly frostling who happens to be his friend isn't much of a challenge. He sneaks a couple of glances as he goes about his business, but doesn't say anything; he locates a pair of his own sheepskin pants and tugs them on, then Jack's clothes, discarded hastily in piles around the room along with pauldrons and riding leathers.

He picks up Jack's clothes and tucks them under an arm, then plunks down casually at the end of the bed, tossing the furs back at him for a little coverage. ]

So. [ Aw-kward throat clearing, raised eyebrows. ] What is it now?

[icy]

[ Opting to tug on his frayed pants instead of hunker down under the furs, the usual frost creeps up from their ragged hems and he re-ties their lacings, next tugging on his hoodie timetravel, let's blame that idk with a shrug. ]

Just a little tired, it doesn't happen often. [ His smile is wan, but there as he adds, ] Don't give yourself too much credit, by the way.

[ It's not a lie, just ... omitting certain details. He genuinely is a little worn out, the raising of his body-temperature by another having left him with softer edges than usual. At least he can play that off for something. ]

[soulofadragon]

Ah, so you're brooding about nothing again. Did you know you do that a lot? Almost makes a guy think nothing might be something after all.

[ He reaches for his ankle, tugging lightly - which is maybe too much touching, given the situation, but he's not thinking about that right now. He's just frowning at Jack, exasperated. ]

Maybe you weren't aware of this, but you can talk to me. That's a thing, you know, that friends are allowed to do.