nobody can tell who anybody else is in the dark except they totally can

[icy]

fairy lights are everywhere to make the costumes more realistic~ for drunken eyes and clowns are making out with fairies wtf it is super dark COSTUME PARTY YOOOO

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[icy]

[ Crowing in premature triumph, Jack darts through the crowd with the occasional glance over a shoulder to try and figure out where his pursuer is, although it's difficult to see a brunette head bobbing in the dim lighting with fairy-lights dappled overhead and a sea of bodies all around. Starting for the stairs, he takes them two at a time until his tail snags on loose bit of skirting-board near the top and he has to pause to try and yank it off. ]

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon ...

[ With industrial-strength velcro sewn on the ass of his jeans, it's a lot easier to start tearing the tailfin than worth bothering yanking at the base fixed on his butt. ]

[flightsuit]

[He almost loses Jack in the crowd because being dressed in black in this darkness gave him a bit of an advantage. However, his white hair gave him too easily away and so, Hiccup could easily catch his figure darting off towards the stairway. With so many people huddled together, it takes him a while to nudge his way through, but Jack made the definite mistake of going up the stairs where he'd have absolutely no escape.

When he gets there, he begins to rush, hurrying to watch up, but pauses after climbing a few steps once realizing Jack hadn't actually gotten very far. He grins noticing the tail keeping him stationary.]

What's this? Have I possibly caught me a rebellious night fury?

[icy]

I could still push you down the stairs.

[ It's said wryly as Jack straightens, folding his arms where he leans against the wall in defiance of being caught. Maybe he likes being trapped!! Losing is the new winning!! Shit. ]

[flightsuit]

With my fierce defensive viking strength? I highly doubt that.

[Yeah, he could probably topple downwards with a push of a finger and he knows Jack knows that, but hey, he can play it tough too. He'll start moving up the steps again, but this time with slow caution, you know, just in case.]

[icy]

I highly doubt your fierce Viking strength is all that fierce.

[ Just in case is right. Jack crouches as if ready to run, yanking on his tail; it tears across a tail-fin and he stumbles backwards, eyes darting between Hiccup and their bedroom. If he can just ... sprint ...

And then he bolts for it with a reckless laugh. ]

[flightsuit]

You wanna see fierce? I'll show you fierce.

[Fierce or not, Hiccup makes an attempt to follow, tripping when his prosthetic gets caught on a stair showing just how big and tough he really is. Hopping back on his good foot, he makes an attempt to balance himself again, running clumsily up the rest of the way.]

[icy]

[ Jack laughs at him from the doorway, cooing as a stumbling, clumsy Haddock-shaped boyfriend lumbers over. He doesn't even have the heart to close the door on him, scales glinting in the darkness of their bedroom. ]

A fierce dork, more like.

[flightsuit]

[He regains some of his balance when he reaches the top, finally able to put pressure on his prosthetic again as he makes his way to a darkened bedroom, pausing at the doorway to show off a smile in the glow of the fairy lights that decorate the halls.]

A fierce dork that you're madly in love with.

[icy]

Maybe.

[ Jack turns his back on him a couple of meters into their bedroom, the fairy-lights having been strung up all through their ceiling too. He shakes his torn tail as he struts inside, the black latex ear-fins twitching as he wriggles his ears, biting his lip over a shoulder for effect. ]

Why don't you come find out, dragon rider.

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup can see the latex shine with the lights, laughing at the sight of the shaking tail and a mildly seductive Night Fury. He steps into the room slowly, shutting a door behind him and getting that lock, for sure.

When that's out of the way, he continues his steps closer to his boyfriend to nab him with his arms from behind, bringing him close to his own body.] You've been a little too wild tonight. Looks like I haven't tamed you well enough yet.

[icy]

[ Tipping his head back on a grin when he hears the lock snickt into place (Good boy), Jack rubs a scaly cheek against Hiccup's softer, warmer one, and gives token resistance to the grip on his arms from behind, wings shifting against a chest. ]

Touch me again and I'll bite you.

[flightsuit]

[The sensations are all new with Jack's costume, but it only heightens the thrilling nature of it, especially with his sense of fascination and slight arousal over the fact that Jack actually dressed up as one of his interests. Not that he had any previous weird fantasies about doing inappropriate things with dragons, but this painted, latexed dragon was an entirely different story.

A hand works its way around a waist, slipping under a black shirt to slowly massage against a navel, fingertips pointed low to tease along the hem of his pants.]

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