[ Jack spends the first ten minutes of his shower with the door half-open in invitation, waiting to be joined just like they teased. When nobody comes in, he sticks his head out, sopping wet, and frowns at the sound of Hiccup doing dishes. Blue eyes roll as he closes the door and gets on with cleaning up, but he doesn't enjoy it half as much as he thought he was going to.
Naked when he wanders back into the bedroom, he's still indignant enough to put a hand on a hip and ask archly, ] Are my clothes being washed, too?
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Naked when he wanders back into the bedroom, he's still indignant enough to put a hand on a hip and ask archly, ] Are my clothes being washed, too?