THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.

[mechromantic]

Just share the damn bed with me.


For whatever reason, the floor is unacceptable as a place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, or maybe there's flooding. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Stop trying to figure out the details, just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required.

Just share the damn bed already.


Do you need options? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually Play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is lava.

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[peglegged]

[It is a lot warmer now that he's closer. The furs and blankets are definitely cozy to be wrapped in, noticing the count has grown from what he's had. He's even feeling a bit more relaxed too, despite the awkwardness still floating about between them. After all, it was a bit hard to get used to things when you were technically the same person.

But his ears perk up a bit with high interest at the sound of the other's words.] Map? You've been making a map?

[smithwork]

Sure. Me and Toothless have had a lot of time to explore and he's good to fly for days if he's got enough fish, as you know.

[ Reaching up to the dragon-headed bedpost nearby, he unhooks his breastplate and drops it between his legs, ferreting around inside for the compartment with the map. Finding it, the weathered armour is nudged further down the bed and he hands the boy one side of the large parchment to begin unfolding. ]

Alrighty, you take that half and I'll unravel the corners over here ...

[ One eye remains on his guest, not about to miss his reaction. ]

[peglegged]

[He's flown around to numerous places with Toothless, but they had yet to stray too far from the island, so the thought of venturing out a bit further was a bit nice. He's even intrigued with the breastplate, wanting to examine it for a bit of a closer look, at least until the map is presented.

It doesn't look like much to start, expecting a few extra islands here and there, but his eyes, starting out just slightly curious begin to widen with amusement when the pages are unfolded and what looks like a whole other world is presented upon parchment in front of him.]

You ... you've been to all of these places!?

[smithwork]

[ He gives him a light nudge, chuckling. ]

You better believe it. It's warmer near the bottom, obviously, but you've got some interesting sights all over the place. Oh, hey, here's Itchy Armpit past the aspen groves, named by a certain Night Fury.

[ Without a fuss, he lets the map cross over onto the boy's lap and leans back to watch him fawn over it. ]

[peglegged]

[And fawn over it, he does. Because it was hard to believe that he had been able to accomplish such discoveries! Berk was just a tiny spot in the middle, and even the other islands he knew were so small nearby, compared to the rest of the map, seeming to be constantly expanded.

The shocked expression transforms into a giant grin as he leans into it, eyes wandering from corner to corner as he takes in the details of the islands with their descriptions, noting the drawings of dragons that appear over them as well.]

You're even still finding new species? So there really is a lot more out there, huh?

[smithwork]

All kinds! A subspecies of Gronckle, the Hotburple, then you've got your Rumblehorns and Stormcutters, those can get really big. Stormcutters have four wings, how about that?

[ It's easy to ramble on about dragons to someone who is keen to pay attention and his own self is, of course, the perfect listener. ]

I used to bring back new dragons every few days, before I decided to spend more time on the island. [ A more political approach than saying Dad was murdered by a madman and I had to become chieftain all in one afternoon. Calloused fingers gravitate to the boy's hair, tweaking a few flicky strands aside. ] You'll get to see it all too, in time. You and Toothless, together.

[peglegged]

[So many species! As if his life wasn't already consumed enough by dragons. Even after learning so much about them already, there was still so much more out there, so much more that he would find in just five years time.

The awkward tension he had felt seems to have almost dropped completely, too intrigued to really worry about it so much. Suddenly, he isn't talking to a stranger anymore. This was someone who knew his passion just as much as he did, and even more so. This was himself assuring him that there'd be a ton more out there for him to see.]

That's amazing! So even Berk is growing with more dragons too. [He's grinning wide at the older boy, eyes shifting back and forth between him and the map. His roaming eyes land on the breastplate again, pointing over to it.] And did you make that too?

[smithwork]

[ Encouraging green eyes smile back, registering the same comfort zone being touched upon. Espying the breastplate getting some ogling of its own, he pulls it over to sit upright on a leg. ]

Oh, this? Yeah, this is actually part of the armour to my flight suit, which is mostly drying out downstairs since I got the leather on the wings a little soggy yesterday. I figured out a way to fly next to Toothless. [ There's a clip-on buckle ordinarily attached to a currently absent belt, leading to the back of the armour via a cable, and he offers it. ] Here, poke this to see how I steer.

[ Hel to the spring-loaded calibrations for now, this should at least garner some fun. ]

[peglegged]

Flight suit? [He first assumes it's just another outfit to be comfortable in while on the saddle, a bright idea, he'll admit, the slickness of leather making it a little easier to move through the wind, but an eyebrow raises at the idea of flying next to Toothless. He's jumped off his dragon plenty of times, falling through the air alongside one another through the wind, but somehow he doesn't think that's what he means.

But the buckle has him extremely curious, and he bears a grin, excited to see the result. After all, if this was something he himself eventually conjured up, then he knows he's in for quite a treat.

Except even he doesn't expect the popping fin from the back to appear when he pokes at the buckle. A laugh immediately escapes him as amusement rises.] You made a fin! It really comes to that, huh? Slowly turning ourselves into dragons?

[smithwork]

[ Laughing along with him, Hiccup pulls the fin over to show how he winds it back down. ]

Hey, it's always best to learn from what's right in front of you. [ Nudging him like Ahw yeah, I'm so wise now except not. ] The suit has wings that I pull up the sides after hooking them around my arms, they help me to soar and Toothless blasts underneath me so the hot air keeps me up.