Wanted to do two ideas. Combined them into one. Plot is kinda random. Enjoy anyway!

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It was always a good time when Dagur and Heather came around. They stayed for a few days, to make it worth it. The first night was a shared meal, usually prepared by Heather and Fishlegs.

The second night was Boys night. And by extension, girls night.

What was Boys night? Well, it varied from time to time. Usually dumb ideas concocted by Tuffnut, which could include bets and dares…Hiccup would try to be the mature one, but eventually everyone got involved one way or another. After things got too crazy, they'd all gather in the clubhouse and break out Snotlout's mead. Eventually this too would lead to shenanigans involving two participants and a ring of buzzed spectators yelling 'chug! chug! chug!'

After Tuffnut passed out on the floor, things seemed to calm down a bit. Everyone gave a polite round of applause as Fishlegs burped.

"I didn't realize Tuff could not hold his drink." He observed, glancing at his mug. "We had the same stuff, right?"

"Oh Fishlegs," smiled Dagur, "The more muscles and fat you have, the more mead you can drink. Didn't they ever teach you that?"

Fish shrugged. "I never really liked mead that much, but I liked the idea of having Tuffnut clean Meatlug's stall for the rest of the week too much to pass it up."

Snotlout sat on the floor, leaning on his arms while his feet wiggled. "What do you think the girls are up to?"

"They're in the woods," Hiccup answered. "They set up torches and fight. That's what Astrid said."

"I bet they talk about boys." Fishlegs hummed, sipping on his drink. "Who they like."

"Uh, our girls? Astrid and Ruffnut? I mean, Heather's a little bit more feminine…" Reasoned Hiccup.

"Girls are still girls, no matter how violent." Snolout preached. "You put a bunch of them together, and they talk about boys."

"I really don't think so…"

"Soo…" began Dagur. He was laying on his stomach and propped his head up in his hands as he kicked his feet. "Who has a crush on who?"

"I'm not drunk enough for this…" Hiccup bemoaned, raising his mug to his lips.

"Hiccup, how's it going with Astrid?"

Hiccup choked on his drink and some of it came out his nose. "Agh!"

"Ooo, I take that as a confession," snickered Snotlout.

A heat rose to Hiccup's cheeks, but he blamed it on the alcohol. "I don't know what you mean, we're just friends."

"Right, and I'm not Deranged." Dagur drawled. "It's obvious something is going on between you two."

"Super obvious." Added Snotlout.

"Yeah, I agree." Fishlegs shrugged.

Hiccup hunched his shoulders slightly. "I…might…sorta like her?"

"MIGHT?!"

"SORTA?!"

"Oh come on!" Snotlout near shouted, "you've liked Astrid since before you lost your leg!"

"N-n-no I didn't. You can't prove anything." Hiccup hid his face in his tankard.

"Oh yeah! I remember! Because I liked Astrid back then too, and I saw the goo goo eyes you were making at my woman!"

"Your woman?"

"Yeah! I mean, I don't like her anymore now. I mean, she's still my friend and I like being around her, but I don't like like her. Y'know? Not since I got to know the real Astrid."

"The real Astrid?" Pried Dagur.
"You know, the nagging controlling 'I'm always right' Astrid."

"Well, Astrid does usually make good judgement calls." Hiccup admitted.

"See, you would say that, because you're super madly in love with her!"

"I-I am nOT!" Hiccup squeaked. "I just…think she's nice and…pretty."

"Oh come on! It's unbearable watching you two interact!" He made his voice nasally. "Oh Astrid, the sky is so beautiful today! So blue, just like your eyes~!"

"I have never said anything like that!"

"I'm pretty sure you did."

"You're drunk!"

Fishlegs spoke up. "Hiccup, I hate to be the one to say this, but you're almost 19. If you like her, you should tell her. You're going to need a wife and heir soon."

Hiccup groaned loudly. "Oh don't you start too Fishlegs! My dad is on me all the time!" He lowered his voice. "Son, when I was your age, I was already planning a wedding!"

"Well, what's keeping you from telling her?" Asked Dagur, legitimately curious.

"You can't be afraid of her not liking you back," Said Snotlout, like it was the most obvious thing. "I've seen her plant her lips on you."

"Yeah well, that happened a few years ago." Hiccup scratched his cheek. "I just…I want it to be perfect. I think she might like me like that, you know? And out of all the girls on Berk, she is the best pick for…" My wife. "…the very powerful position of Chief's wife. It's just…" He sighed.

"What?" Urged Fishlegs.

"If I do tell her I like her, and she likes me back…there's no testing phase. There's no going back. My father will expect us to be betrothed within the week. It's…kinda scary."

"Sounds like you're afraid of commitment, bud." Snotlout chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and what would you do?"

"Well, because I'm me, and not you, I'd walk right up to her, flex and say 'hey Astrid. You. Me. Six kids. What do you say?'"

"I'm not doing that!"

"That's because it wouldn't work for you!"

"It wouldn't work for you either," muttered Fishlegs, into his tankard.

"Shut up, Fishface…" Snotlout looked at his tankard, prepared to drink, and then said. "Alright, I'll make you a bet."

"Please don't."

"We'll drink off. If I win, you tell Astrid how you feel within the week. If you win, none of us will say anything to her."
"None of you should say anything to her in the first place!" Hiccup protested.

"Well, then you better drink up!"

"Agh! I hate boys night!"

"No you don't." Sang Dagur. "You just don't like losing."

Eight tankards later, and Snotlout and Hiccup had both forgotten they were competing against each other.

"Ooooohhhh

I got my axe and I got my rope,

and I smell real bad 'cause I don't use soap,

I'm a viking thru and thru!"

Hiccup and Snotlout were arm in arm, dancing and singing, totally plastered.

Fishlegs and Dagur looked on in amusement.

"This is going to make for a bad morning." The tubby one commented.

"Oh, but it's so entertaining right now."

Sometime passed midnight, Fishlegs and Dagur yanked the tankards out of the drunkards hands and tried to send them to bed.

"I love you guys, I really do…" Hiccup drawled, hugging each of his friends.

"That's nice." Fishlegs petted him. "But it's bed time now. Go to bed."

"I love my bed, I really do…" And off he sauntered, into the night.

Snotlout however, was a little bit harder to wrangle. "Hands off!" He slurred. "Izz…mine! My yummy…" But then he collapsed next to Tuffnut on the floor and fell asleep.

"Does this mean Hiccup won?" Asked Dagur.

Fishlegs shrugged. "I…I don't think so? He didn't pass out, but he's totally wasted."

"Then might I offer a third option to this bet?"

Fishlegs smiled slightly. "I'm listening…"

Hiccup wobbled up the bridge, trying to figure out which one was the right one to walk on. With the dizzying spin of the walkway, he got a little turned around, but he found a door and walked inside.

"I love my bed..." he said, stripping off his clothes. "It's my favorite bed..."

He climbed the stairs and pulled off the covers.

"Ahh!" Shrieked Astrid. "What the—Hiccup?! Why are you in my hut? And why the hel are you in your underwear?!"

He tried to shush her, but he was giggling too much. "I'm in Astrid's hut!"

"Are you—are you drunk?"

"Nonononono—have not drink!" He giggled, putting a knee on her bed.

"Ugh, I can smell your breath from here! How many did you drink?!"

"Oh two—three—teen?"

"I cannot believe you! I thought you were more mature than this!"

He pouted, "no yelling, only cuddles."

Her eyes widened. "You can't hear a word I'm saying, can you?"

"I love you Astrid, I really do..."

She smacked his face, not too hard, but with force. "Snap out of it! Go to bed, mead-head!"

He grinned, "that rhymes! Bed head, bed head."

"Odin have mercy..." she ripped the rest of the covers off. "Come on! Let's go!"

But Hiccup was having none of it. "I wanna sleep with Assssstrid!" He sang, wiggling his rear. "Snuggle..."

Astrid couldn't help but smile a little. It was kind of cute, if not wildly inappropriate. "At least you're not a mean drunk."

Hiccup grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed, making sure to grab the blankets on the way down. "Sshhnuggle..." he spoke in a baby voice.

"Gah! Hiccup! Get off of me!"

"No! Never! Mine!" He latched onto her with his arms and legs and nuzzled his head between her breasts.

"Hiccup!" She protested with a yelp. "Watch it!"

He pushed up slightly and looked down on her, a very serious look on his face. When he spoke again, his tone was normal and his words were clear. "Astrid, I want you to be my bride. I love you to Valhalla and back, and I'd face a hundred Red Deaths, just to be with you."

Her face turned red and her throat went dry. "Uh...well, I'd think this was more romantic if you weren't skunk drunk."

He frowned, looking like a kicked puppy. "You don't love me?" His voice was high pitched, like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Now wait—" She snickered, "I didn't say that."

His mood improved immediately as he nuzzled her chest again, "soft boobies!"

"Okay that's it!" And she shoved him off of her. "Sober up!"

"No kiss goodnight?" He pouted.

She rolled her eyes, but her heart squeezed in her chest. "If I do, will you go to bed?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, just one little kiss..." and she leaned in, prepared to leave a chaste peck on his lips. However, she was not prepared for him to follow her as she pulled away, keeping their lips connected.

"Hic-umph—" she tried to protest, she really did, but his lips were so soft and warm and everything she had ever wanted. Memories of those faint kisses they once shared tingled in the back of her head. This didn't compare, not even remotely.

Before she knew it, she felt the bed underneath her, as one of Hiccup's hands came up to caress her face.

"Milady..." he mumbled. "My beautiful lady..."

This wasn't fair, she decided. He was drunk off his rocker and wouldn't remember a bit of this in the morning.

But, considering how much he was dragging his feet in the first place, who know how long it would be before she had another moment like this with him.

Oh gods, was that his tongue? Yes!

Astrid moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss in the most wonderful way. He sucked on her tongue and made some toe-curling noises. He pulled away slightly and moved over to her neck. It started with a few little kisses, before he was lathing against her skin. "Mine..." he spoke as he came up for air, "my Astrid..."

His fingers crawled under her shirt and started to creep their way up. That's when Astrid knew the jig was up.

She sat up and swatted his hand away. "Alright, time for bed."

"Sshnuggle..." Hiccup rested his head on her shoulder and his arms around her waist. "Love..."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too."

Snoring hit her ear as Astrid realized with despair that he was finally asleep, and using her for a pillow.

Too tired to care, she simply lied back down, holding him close. He was warm and snuggly, which felt nice in the cool night. Shamelessly, she pressed another kiss to his temple. "I love you too, Hiccup, I really do."

—

The next morning, Hiccup was in a deep sleep before he awoke to loud clanging.

"Rise and shine princess!" Astrid sang.

He groaned loudly and wrapped the pillow around his head. His response was an unintelligible grumble.

Astrid mercilessly ripped the blankets off of him, and yanked the pillow away from his head.

"It's past noon, get up."

"Wha—why are you in my hut?" He asked, blearily.

"I'm not. You're in my hut."

"I'm in—! Where are my clothes?!" He sat up quickly and tried to cover himself with his hands.

She threw the clothes he had strewn all over her room at him. "You were super drunk last night and thought this was your hut."

He timidly slipped on his shirt as she turned her back to him. "I didn't…do anything inappropriate to you, did I?"

"If you consider tackling me to the bed and demanding snuggles inappropriate, then yes."

"Gods Astrid, I'm so sorry."

"Forget about it. It was a cold night, and you don't snore." Though as she said this, her face heated. "What led you to drink so much in the first place?"

Hiccup frowned, trying to remember the night before. He stood and made her bed for her. It was the least he could do for his intrusion. "We were sitting around and talking…and I said something kinda personal…and Snotlout said if I could beat him in a drinking contest, he wouldn't blather it to everyone."

"What was it?"

He blushed. "It-it-it's personal!"

"And so you told Snotlout, Fishlegs, Dagur, and Tuffnut? That's a low blow, Haddock."

"I was tipsy! And they were badgering me about it…look, I'll tell you sometime, just…not right now."

Astrid could be merciful on occasion, and gave him a little smile. "Alright, you better stick to that promise. I don't like it when you hide stuff from me."

He smiled awkwardly and touched her arm. "Hey, uh…I am really sorry about last night. It won't happen again."

She winked at him and replied, "see that it doesn't." But she as hoping above hope that it would.

Together, they walked to the clubhouse where everyone else was gathered, immediately upon arrival, several people started giggling. Mainly Fishlegs, Dagur, and Heather, of all people.

"Great!" Started Snotlout, holding an ice block to his head, "now that Hiccup is finally here, we can solve the riddle of who won the drinking contest last night."

"Let's not…" groaned Hiccup, taking a seat at the table. His eyes felt heavy and all he wanted to do was to go back to sleep.

"No no no no no! I feel like a was hit by Meatlug and I demand to know if it was worth it or not!"

Ruff chuckled. "What were you guys betting on to get Hiccup involved?"

"Doesn't matter," Hiccup squeaked. "But, fine. Fishlegs?"

"The winner was…neither of you. You both forgot you were in a contest and decided to sing all 16 verses of 'Viking Thru and Thru'."

"And Hiccup, I never realized how lovely a voice you had!" Dagur praised.

"Ohh gods…"

"So what does this mean?!" Snotlout cried. "There has to be a winner!"

"Or no winner," suggested Hiccup.

"Oh, so we both tell?"

"Noooo!" Hiccup protested. "I mean we forget this all happened!"

"Excuse me," Fishlegs spoke, matter of factly. "Dagur and I have come up with a solution."

"What ever it is, I'm not going to like it." Snotlout pouted.

"Snotlout, you don't get to tell anyone."

"Knew it."

"But…" And Fishlegs stepped up and whispered in his ear. Snotlout's expression jumped between sour, to intrigued, to delighted.

"Oh ho ho, I like that!"

"What? What's happening?!" Hiccup begged.

Dagur, Fishlegs, and Snotlout all smiled and said in unison. "It's a surprise!"

"That's what I was afraid you'd say…"

So the subject was dropped for the moment, and things continued as they usually did on the Edge. Except, Hiccup was on high alert 100%. Especially around Astrid.

He had this nagging feeling in his gut that she wasn't being honest about last night, but of course, he couldn't prove it. She was avoiding his eyes and keeping their words short.

Which was fine with him and his hangover. When things were clear, he snuck back to his hut to get a few minutes of shut eye.

Hours passed in the quiet room. Toothless lazily napped on the floor, content to snooze the day away.

But not everything could be so wonderful.

"Hiccup! Hiccup! Wake up! There's an emergency!" Fishlegs was shouting and shaking him.

"Huh-uh? What? Okay…I'm up!" He blinked heavily to rid himself of the fog in his brain and hurried after Fishlegs.

They arrived at the clubhouse, only to see everyone standing around in different states of amusement, however, this was all glazed over by the half hung over, half asleep Hiccup. "What's going on?"

There was a familiar little song near the look out, and Hiccup glanced over to investigate.

He was greeted by a happy looking Death Song.

"Garf?" He wondered.

Before he could consider anything, he was being shoved forward, towards Astrid. She also tumbled forward and collided with him. Before either could regain their balance, goo was covering them, and then hardening. They had been trapped in Death Song amber, facing each other, and nearly nose to nose.

"What!" Hiccup shouted with a blush.

"That could not have gone any smoother if we tried," stated Heather with a smirk.

"You guys!" Hiccup wriggled in the trap, but it was no use, they were coated from shoulders to thighs.

"Alright, funny joke, but this isn't exactly comfortable, so can you let us go?" Astrid asked more politely.

"Oh you know, we would…but Hiccup's just dying to tell you something."

"Don't you dare!" Hiccup barked.

"Oh I won't." Snotlout grinned, "but you will."

"I will not! This is mutiny!"

"Fine, you don't want to confess, that's fine. We'll make sure you two stay well fed and hydrated, but if you want to be free, you have to say it."

"Hiccup, just spit it out," Astrid exasperated.

"A good chief never gives into blackmail!" He declared, standing tall. Or trying to, given his position.

"You're going to let Astrid suffer for your stubbornness? Wow, not cool." Tuff snickered.

Hiccup looked at Astrid, their noses brushing. "Back me up here, will you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Hiccup makes a good point. As the leader, he can't let you get away with you twisting his arm to get whatever it is you want."

"That's fine," Snotlout looked at his fingernails, polishing them on his shirt. "We'll just keep on twisting. We can wait all day."

Hiccup groaned. "Can you just kill me now?"

"Okay, is this something he's supposed to tell me?" Astrid asked. "Because maybe he'll say it if you all go away."

Hiccup blushed and turned his head away.

"Okay sure, but how will we know for sure that he said it if we don't hear it ourselves."

"This is humiliating." Hiccup noted, with a sigh.

Astrid gave him a half-smile. "Hey, look. Whatever it is, I promise I won't judge. No laughing, no teasing, nothing. Okay?"

Hiccup sighed again, a defeated look fluttering over his face. "I'm never telling anyone anything ever again."

Astrid scooted her foot over to rub against his, it was the only comforting thing she could do, considering her whole body was pressed against his.

Finally, Hiccup swallowed and raised his head. His nose brushed against hers and his face was flushed, but goddamnit, there was determination in his eyes. "Astrid."

Everyone was silent in anticipation and Astrid could feel his heart hammering against her chest.

"I…I'm in love with you."

"Oh." Oh? Oh!? That was the best she could do? He had just laid his heart out on the line for her and she might as well have just stabbed it with a knife. But she suddenly understood why it was so hard for him to confess, having everyone looking at her right now, able to see into her heart? It was awful. Of course she loved him too. She had figured that out long ago, but she didn't want to say it now, not like this.

A few seconds passed by in silence, as the two just stared at each other with growing blushes.

Snotlout winced. "Well, that was painful. But a deals a deal. Who's got the Nightmare Gel?"

The duo stood in silence as their friends worked to get them free, and the second they were, Hiccup took of running.

"Hey wait!" Astrid called back, in vain.

He ran to his hut and disappeared inside for only a moment, only to rocket out on Toothless and into the sky.

"Hiccup!" She cried out, hoping that he would turn around. But he didn't. And it was likely he wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

Astrid spun around on her heel, glaring at their friends. "Well, geniuses?! Is that what you wanted!?"

Snotlout scoffed. "He's just being a baby."

Astrid stomped on his foot, which he grabbed tenderly while hopping around. "This isn't a joke! We're not children anymore! If he has feeling for me, then he should be allowed to tell me on his own, when he's ready!"

Heather, who had been a major player in this plan, crossed her arms. "And what about you? You're reaction didn't help."

"I didn't know what to say! I didn't have all morning to plan out my reaction!"

"So…" Fishlegs began. "What were you going to say to him?"

"I don't know! I love him too! I haven't gotten any farther then that!"

Their smirking faces did not help her cause, and she only blushed further.

"To be honest," began Dagur. "It's pretty obvious you two like each other. It's been obvious since…well, when we were enemies. Like, way back. It was just…getting really annoying."

She sighed and squeezed her arm. "Yeah…that's part of Hiccup's charm. He's a dragon expert, and a master blacksmith…but forget anything else." She sighed again, calming her nerves. "Alright. We'll sort this out. Don't bother him anymore about it."

—

Hiccup finally returned when his head stopped throbbing and his heartache was dulled. He was being foolish, he knew. Obviously, Astrid wanted to say something more to him then just 'oh' but he had run off instead.

That was humiliating. He would have rather paraded around in his underwear than go through that again.

Oh well. Tonight, he'd go to bed, and toss and turn. In the morning, he'd find Astrid before her run and tell her to forget about it. Hopefully she would. She was kind to him like that. Any other person, and she would have kicked their ass. Did she just have a soft spot for him? Pity because of his leg? No…respect for her future chief? Probably. Whatever the case, she made it clear that she didn't feel the same.

Once they landed, Toothless nuzzled against his rider, and then gestured towards the stables.

"Go ahead bud, you've been flying all day. Eat, drink, be merry…"

The Nightfury knew his rider well, and picked up on his funk. But now, he was doing better, and Toothless would have to leave him alone.

The two friends parted as Hiccup went into his hut. He left the door open a bit so Toothless could return later. He undid his armor and shucked of his boot, then when he was in bed, he undid his leg and laid it on the table. Tonight, he wanted to be as comfortable as possible, and just sleep.

It seemed like Astrid had other plans, however.

She pulled the covers off of him.

"Gah! A-A-Astrid!? What are—what! You…" He trailed off, seeing her state of dress.

She was only in her underwear and bindings. But she had this little smirk on her face as she hushed him. "I'm in Hiccup's hut!" She giggled.

His mouth opened and closed like a guppy. "Are you—Are you mocking me!?"

A malicious look crossed her face. "I'm going to show you what you did to me last night."

"Nooo…" he cried. "Astrid why? Haven't I been humiliated enough today!?"

"No yelling, only cuddles." She spoke childishly, just like he had.

He winced. "This is cruel."

"I love you, Hiccup…I really dooo…" She sang, putting her knee on the bed. "I wanna sleep with Hiccup!" She wiggled her rear just like he had.

Hiccup covered his flushed face with his hands. "Oh gods…"

She climbed on him and wrapped her arms around him like an octopus. "Shhhnuggle…"

"Astrid! Please don't do this to me!"

She pushed against his chest and looked down in his eyes. "Hiccup, I love you to Valhalla and back. I want you to be my husband. I would fight a hundred Red Deaths just to be with you."

"Nooo…" he whined. "Did I really say that? Ugh…"

She pouted and returned to her childish tone. "You don't love me back?"

He wriggled away from her. This honestly hurt, and he didn't know why she was telling him all of this. "Astrid…"

She rubbed her face in his chest. "Soft boobies!"

"NO!" He near shouted. "I did not! Please tell me I didn't!"

"No kiss goodnight?" She pouted again.

His heart pounded hard. Would she—? "I…"

"Just one…?" She leaned closer, closing her eyes slightly.

Hiccup licked his lips. Oh how badly he wanted to meet her, how badly he wanted to kiss her on his own. She was so close! Surely, surely…He leaned up slightly and caught her mouth with his own. A chaste kiss, lasting a few heartbeats, but it was enough. He began to pull away.

But true to the drunk Hiccup character, Astrid chased after those lips and eased him back down to the bed.

"Ast-hmph!" Hiccup hummed out as she kissed him, harder, sweeter, hotter. She urged him on, flicking her tongue against his lips and begging for access.

Hiccup was helpless and just let himself be swept up into the moment. Who cared if she didn't love him back? He'd take these kisses and savor them forever.

She sucked on his tongue, much like he did to her, and mewled against his lips. Finally, she pulled away with a pop and migrated over to his neck. Her tongue lapped against his skin, making him pant.

"Okay…okay…you win." He breathed. "Whatever you want, you've got me…just please end this torture."

Astrid ceased her licking and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "That was torture?"

After a moment of catching his breath, he answered. "If you don't feel the same way…"

"Hiccup, we just made out in your bed, and I'm only in my underwear. How can you still think I don't love you?"

His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. "But you—in the—'oh'?"

"I panicked." She admitted, running her hand down his torso. "I knew exactly what it felt like. Having this very private emotion you only want to share with one person…and then suddenly having to say it in front of all your friends? It was…just too much. I'm sorry I hurt you, Hiccup."

His smile was genuine and warm. "Well, when you say it like that…"

She laid down beside him, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?"

He shrugged slightly, and admitted, "as the son of the chief…my pick in a bride has a lot of responsibilities. She becomes one of the most powerful people in the village, but she also has a lot of restrictions. She has to have a child, she has to present herself like a lady…these are just things that I couldn't see me forcing on you. I never want to force anything on you." He took her hand gently and intertwined their fingers. "Except for when I'm drunk, apparently."

She hummed, "If I didn't want it, I could have pushed you away. You weren't being very forceful."

That was reassuring, at least. He sighed in relief. "I meant to tell you I liked you when it was still just a crush…several years ago. But the longer I waited, the stronger it grew. I was waiting for the perfect moment…but…it seems like the others decided to make that moment for me."

Astrid scooted closer so she could wrap her arms around him. "Hiccup, I've liked you for a long time. You should know, since I kissed you after you woke up?"

"Heh," he blanched. "Yeah…I tend to be a pessimist with things like that…"

"I know what the chief's wife has to do, and honestly, I've been planning for it for a while…"

He sat up and looked at her with wide eyes. "You have?"

"I even asked your dad about it."

"No!" He said aghast. "You didn't!"

She giggled. "I did, and he approves."

All the tension in his body left at that moment, as he returned her hug tightly and squeezed her to him. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe."

"Did I really rub my face against your breasts and say 'soft boobies'?"

"Yeah, you wanna do it again?"