just a girl

"Why does it matter where I came from?" Your voice stern and dismissive.

"Well, because you might be dangerous. Who knows when you'll decide to stab us in the back when we're mid-fight." Snotlout spat back.

The Dragon Riders were currently interrogating the rogue dragon rider, you.

Listen, when Heather had said she 'knew a girl' that could help them with better strategy when it came to defending the Edge, Hiccup had expected someone nice.

He expected someone with an open and friendly mind; kind and cooperative, not someone who was as cold and unfriendly as an untamed dragon.

"I thought you accepted Heather's help because you needed someone to aid you with skills in strategy, not because you needed someone to tell you their life story." You rolled your eyes, your slight disdain the only thing emanating from you.

"Just because we're in need of help doesn't mean we'll just blindly accept anyone throwing their help." Astrid walked a step closer, as if to shield the others using her own self, her arms cross and unfriendly, the girl's first impression towards you the same as her body language.

"Huh, is that so? I thought you would. Going in situations blind as a bat seemed like your guys' thing," You looked into the direction of the sky where Heather had flown off after dropping you off here, saying a quick apology.

From your years of knowing Heather even when you were both rogue Vikings, you've heard her tone of apology multiple times, with you chalking it up to Dagur doing something immensely messed up again.

"—Especially since you went in blind when you thought Viggo's troops would be on some random island unguarded, ready for you guys, unarmed and unprepared on a silver platter." You said, looking at everyone's hostile faces, then to what you had presumed to be the leader, Hiccup.

He looked to be as angry as everyone else, yes, but his eyes were full of unbridled rage more than the others. It stung, having the memory recalled from your mouth.

He prided himself on being incredibly intuitive when it came to being strategically methodical, so when you put even more emphasis on it being incredibly blindsided, his blood felt like it would actually start bubbling from the immense anger.

And much to their distaste, their enraged mood had just made you smirk, elated with yourself that you had elicited such strong emotions from them with just a few words.

"Listen, do you need my help or not? Well, I know you mugs need it,"

Hiccup didn't even understand what that insult meant, but he still felt the sourness of that jab thrown at him.

"—But are you going to accept it, or leave yourselves with your tails tucked between your legs?"

oof. . . hope the title and visuals dont give too much away lols ;)

"Do you. . . Wanna see them?"

It takes everything in Hiccup's might to not let his brain shut down and shrivel right then and there.

He doesn't know what he had done in his previous life to have deserved this, but he'll thank his past self either way. A few hours earlier, there had been another celebration on Berk—another alliance with a tribe open to peace with dragons.

The Great Hall was filled to the brim with people native to their island, with a dozen foreign faces thrown in the crowd, just as pleased—and drunk—as their friends. Hiccup told himself to nurse a drink for the whole night, he couldn't risk the chance of doing something stupid with the possibility of the sight of your father, the Chief of your tribe—his new treaty partner.

But, when he saw you, in all your quiet beauty, making polite dialogue with his mother, Valka, Hiccup had looked down at his drink, then downed it in one go, before going over to you. His mother introduces him to you in delight, reporting to him that you were actually interested in hearing about his story about how he had tamed the Nightfury.

He chuckled a little, before saying a joke about Nightfuries and how he hit it even when he couldn't see where he was aiming. He couldn't remember how it went, but you laughed anyway. Not in the 'you're my father's superior, and for that I should be amused' kind of way, it was the type of laugh where you knew it was genuine.

Eventually, Hiccup's mom had slipped away, smiling as she made some kind of excuse that your father needed to be spoken to about some current political inquiry, patting him on his shoulder before walking away. Hiccup knew that pat on his shoulder, it was all too familiar. The one his mom made when she thought that this was a good match, an unspoken dialogue for every pat on his shoulder, one that said 'She is a good one, son. Don't mess it up.' without ever uttering a word.

And Hiccup didn't mess it up. Most of the time, he did. He could understand people calling him 'picky' for refusing any girl that tried to make an advance at him, but he really just didn't mesh well with the person. But this time? It was like conversation with you was flying on Toothless for the first time. A breath of fresh air compared to the other chats he's had with women that felt so forced.

But that didn't mean your talk with him didn't have any hiccups. Don't get Hiccup wrong, it definitely wasn't you—Gods, no. It was absolutely him, with 100% certainty. Maybe he shouldn't blame himself, he should blame his anatomy as a male and its biology, reacting severely to your— well. . . Accessories.

He noticed it a few minutes after Valka had left, his gaze accidentally shifting to your hand, gentle and playing absentmindedly with a pretty necklace around your neck. He was about to ask about it, maybe compliment how it suited you and your pierced ears—seriously, it was pretty rare to see people with piercings—but all his words had come to a halt in his throat when his gaze stayed a second after on the place you left your hand idle, before moving it to your side.

Something was protruding. . . On both your nipples under your shirt. Hiccup looked away as soon as he felt like he was staring too long, instead finding your eyes as his eyes widened, unsure how to react. Listen, Hiccup knew the female anatomy to an extent. He's read a few books about the body and its biology, so he knew his way around it. But maybe he knew too much—a little too much than he'd liked after he'd overheard Snotlout drunkenly explain (or more so announce, especially with that loud voice of his) to the other Dragon Riders how to please a girl. Gods, Hiccup didn't even know how the Jorgenson knew that—it was also at the ripe age of 18, mind you—and he'd rather not ask.

Anyway, back to the point—Hiccup knew what the female body looked like. But even after all that, it still didn't answer his question: what were those two things poking out under your top?

It was subtle enough that it wasn't alarming from a glance, but if you looked close enough, focus long enough, you could see it. There it was again, he's staring at it—well, them again.

Hiccup subtly shook his head, going back to your face, who was explaining something you seemed to be extremely passionate about. Hiccup nodded his head, throwing out a few hums of feigned interest, pouring himself what feels like the 5th drink of mead he's had.

Great, now he feels like a total dick for practically staring at your boobs instead of listening to you.

Hiccup is just hoping and praying in his head to any God out there looking out for him that you didn't notice him, just casually taking a peek when you seemed too invested in a topic.

Oh— but you did. You noticed it the very first time he looked, you could tell. You saw that millisecond of him staring a little too long at your chest in your peripheral vision. You could see him trying to fight every fiber of his being to not blush or make a weird noise; to not make you get the idea something was wrong. But his reddened ears didn't seem to get the memo, which you found quite cute.

Everything seemed to blend into one big blur, your location of dialogue changing from the heart of the Great Hall, to the quiet of Hiccup's room. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing in both your veins, but you didn't find it weird back then, just you and him, alone.

You sat next to each other, your voices sounding much louder than before, there was no more of that loud buzz in the air, the continuous clamoring in the background. Now, it felt more like a close and personal talk. Quiet. Alone. Intimate.

Hiccup can't remember how many drinks he had—blame you and your way of wanting to rile him up, telling him to keep up with you—but he's blaming all of them right now, because he became slow, lethargic in his movements. Because now, you finally saw him, looking dead straight at your chest, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Do you. . . Wanna see them?" You say with a hesitant gait, as if he was some skittish dragon that would fly away with a drunken wobble.

"I— What?" He finally looked up at you, feeling his skin go pale as he realized that you know he was looking at your breasts.

"Oh. . . oh! No, it's— no. I'm sorry," Hiccup said, actual shame filled in his voice, looking down at his lap, guilt filling his stomach.

"It's. . . Okay, I don't mind if you see."

Hiccup couldn't say anything after that, only watching in curiosity and anticipation. You were silent, only offering a shy smile as you slowly peel off your top, and when you do, Hiccup's lips part.

Two balls were on each side of your nipples, sitting comfortably. Hiccup didn't know what to feel, there was a swirling churn in his mind. He was just staring at them, the blush he was trying so hard to conceal rising to the surface.

You took his admiration for surprise, maybe underlying disgust. You slowly crossed your arms, starting to apologize. You were a chief's daughter, for Thor's sake. A figure of poise and elegance, what in Odin's beard were you doing?

"I— I'm sorry," You start to cover them, when Hiccup finally spoke, grabbing your wrists to halt you, his touch leaving unknowing sparks under his fingertips.

"No! It's. . . Don't be." He quickly let out, a shy smile matching yours. "It's just. . ."

He'd have to blame all of the mead in his system later, his body wasn't cooperating with him; his words were caught in his throat, his blood rushing unknowingly south.

". . . Yes?" You ask, worried about what he's about to say.

"Can I— ahem," He cleared his throat quietly, trying his best to keep composure.

"Can I. . . Touch them?"

You were surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. And frankly—he was too, his inhibitions lost for the time being, not processing how incredibly out of place this was for him.

With silent nod, Hiccup took it as consent to move your wrists, putting them away to reveal your perky nipples again. The soft nubs forming into hard ones on account for the cool breeze making its way into his room from the window.

With a shy hand raising to one of your nipples, hovering, he looked at you for one last time to ask silently, 'Can I?' to which you give another bashful nod.

He didn't know what to really do—I mean, who would know what to do when an insanely pretty girl was topless in front of them wanting them to touch her pierced nipples?

So, with an experimental hand, he grabbed your whole breast, cupping it. His hands were warm, possibly from the alcohol coursing in his system, and they were so gentle, and his thumb had started to graze your left nipple, hard and ready for any contact.

He swiped over it, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He stopped his hand, but never removed it from you.

"Are— are you okay?" He said with urgency, worried he might have hurt you.

You nodded your head quickly. You were actually feeling great—euphoric, even— that one graze of his calloused thumb over your nipple sending a tingle down your spine, and you were chasing for more.

"Yes. . . Keep going," Your voice was bordering on whining, which made Hiccup feel more confident to touch you more freely.

His fingers finally circled around the metal barbells, pinching one to see your reaction. He was internally glad when he saw you physically lurch forward a centimeter, your eyes starting to flutter shut as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to muffle any noises that threaten to spill out of your mouth.

It spurred him on—with every flick or slight pull of the piercing left you breathless, a shy gasp or silent moan accidentally coming out as your chest subconsciously leaned into his touch.

With a confident stride, his other hand had come to cup your other breast, starting to do the same fondling with it as his fingers did wonders on your nipple, pulling and rubbing them.

You didn't even realize it until you forced yourself to open your eyes, seeing how close you were now to his face, a couple of inches away.

He was already ducking down to meet your nipples at eye-level, your body doing the same, moving forward to meet him in the middle. But before it did, he looked up at you, his exhaling breath pushing cold air towards your already hardened nipple, leaving you jolting slightly.

"Is it. . . Can I do this?" His voice was low, a whisper in the night.

"Please."

And that was all that was needed for Hiccup to surge forward, his lips meeting your nipple, giving a chaste kiss, before putting it fully in his mouth.

The inside of his mouth was warm, a perfect home for your breast as he fondled and played with the metal of the other. You couldn't do anything but savor the ecstasy of the feeling right now, looking down to see the beautiful image of Hiccup, eyes closed and mouth on your breast, his tongue swirling around the metal accessory and the skin, as your other boob was pinched and pulled by his free hand.

Your hand had made its way to comb itself into the back of his hair, gripping it as if it was a lifeline. And if he pulled hard enough, you gripped it harder, Hiccup finding it head-turning. If he wasn't occupied with his mouth on you, he would let out a groan at your actions.

Your mouth had a mind of its own now, your moans flying free out of it, a string of high gasps and mewls following suit. Hiccup could taste the metallic taste of the piercing paired with the taste of skin, his legs trying to adjust himself as he started to feel the obvious tent in his pants.

You realized now that the tingly feeling in your mound was deepening, your thighs tightening and fidgeting to quell its hunger, but you couldn't stop it. It was craving for him.

"Ah!— H— Hiccup, w— wait a. . . Ngh!— second," Your grasp on his hair was hard as you pulled him away, meeting his dazed eyes. He looked perfect—his hair a gorgeous mess, his eyes lidded while his lips were glistening from his sucking going sloppy.

". . . Why?" His tone was a little concerned, but it was all washed away when you said your next words.

"I want you. . . To touch me." Your eyes were pleading at this point, your hand grabbing one of his hands that were on your chest, dragging it down your stomach, then to your lower pelvis.

"Here. . . Please?" Your whining voice was already enough for him to fold, nodding with lethargy, but his frows were furrowed.

"I don't really know. . . How to— y'know." He confessed, a little afraid. But your movements didn't still as you helped his hand go under your skirt and your undergarments, his hand feeling how warm your skin was down there.

"Then I'll teach you." Your smile was reassuring, you let go of his hand to let it roam, instead grabbing his wrist for support.

His free hand on your nipple wasn't stopping, still pinching and pulling while his other was down your skirt, navigating through your body till he felt it.

Your slit.

You bucked into his hand subconsciously, a little gasp coming out of your lips.

He liked that.

With a hesitant finger, he rubbed up and down your folds, his fingers getting covered in your slick, your moans mixing with his senses.

"Just. . . Uhn!— like that, Hiccup," You mewled into his ear, your head laying itself on his shoulder for support. It felt immensely good, you were being stimulated on all fronts, and it felt like you were going to cum as soon as possible.

"Yeah?" He said, but you were too lost in the feeling to reply, only an earnest nod as a reply.

Hiccup wanted to do something else, maybe try what Snotlout was boasting about in the past. The fingers that were rubbing your slit had moved, going into you.

"Hic— Oh!— Hiccup. . ." You moaned at the intrusion, and gasped a bit more when he started to pump them, his thumb replacing the previous fingers to rub your clitoris. The pad of his thumb was rough, giving you more feeling as the texture was foreign to your vagina.

He turned to his shoulder, seeing your pleasured expression. Your chest was jumping at his fingers pulling at the barbells on each side of your nipple, your hips starting to buck into his touch.

"Is this, okay?" He whispered, another slow nod from you instead of a reply, a moan coming out again as he picked up the pace.

You could feel the tightening in your stomach, the knot starting to make itself more prevalent. Your hands were on his shoulders, they were staring to shake, your senses were overloaded.

"Hiccup, I think I'm Mmh!— gonna. . . Uhn!— Pleeease," Your head was stirring, not able to finish your sentence, but Hiccup understood, and went deeper, and faster as he curled his fingers in you.

He was starting to hit it, that one spongey spot that you couldn't quite reach. At first, he was grazing it, but he's been prodding and poking at it every time he re-entered his fingers in you. You were still a little drunk off of this, so you couldn't tell how horny he was. He was getting off on this, pleasuring you, seeing every scrunch and change in your expression that was out of pleasure, and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking into nothing, his pants giving him the friction he needed to at least get himself off.

Without a warning, you let it all go, that knot in your stomach had snapped. You saw white for a second as you convulsed into your orgasm, your thighs trembling as his fingers refused to halt with playing with your nipple and your insides until you finished. He watched as your face went slack jawed, moaning relentlessly as you bucked your hips into his fingers, your hips slowing as you finally went over your orgasm.

Your hurried breaths mixed with his controlled breathing were the only noise filling the quiet of the room. His hand removed itself from your body as you leaned backwards on his bed, supporting yourself by leaning on your hands.

He saw the slick coating his one hand, rubbing his index and his thumb as the liquid covered it. If there was a way to get any harder than Hiccup was, it just happened. He was on edge this whole time, his boner refusing to come down. From all the rubbing against his own pants, he was one touch from cumming.

"Hey." You called him, his head turning its attention to you, your lethargic smile inviting him into your space once more.

"C'mere." Hiccup leaned into your bubble, your hand cupping his face to drag him near your face, leaning in to capture his lips. Your mouths moved in tandem, tongues starting to swirl around each other, Hiccup only pausing when he felt that your free hand had made it to the tent of his pants.

He pulled away a few centimeters, only enough to try and let out a strangled refusal.

"Wait a sec, s— stop that— Uhn!—" He let out a moan when you palmed his bulge, his hips bucking into your warm hands.

"D— don't. . ." His eyes closed in pleasure as he felt it, his hips jolting as he couldn't help but release, his cum spurting out of his dick as it stained his pants. You stopped your hand from moving, now placing it on his lap, sliding across it aimlessly.

"So— Ngh!— Sorry. . ." The orgasm was still showing aftershocks, his brows furrowed as his breaths became unstable, ragged as he tried to calm down.

"It's okay, I liked it." He fluttered his eyes open, meeting your eyes, tired and satisfied.

You both moved into a more comfortable sleeping position in his bed, one of his arms acting as your pillow as you tucked into the valley of his body.

You were knocked out pretty quickly, exhausted after a feat like that. Don't get Hiccup wrong, he was also spent after it, but he just couldn't get his mind around the fact that it actually happened, scared that if he fell asleep and woke up, you'd disappear because it was just a dream.

But even when he did fall asleep and flutter his eyes open, the empty space beside his bed was still warm and the dried stain smack dab in the middle of his pants signified all the alarms that it wasn't. And paired with a hastily written note saying you had to leave early to dock the ships and to not arouse suspicion from your father—written with a janky heart at the end—he has all the proof he needs that it wasn't.

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"You too, huh?" Astrid's voice had startled Hiccup, making him turn around quickly. He was just hanging his pants, the one that he came in after that night with you.

"I— uh, what?" He sputtered out.

"Almost everyone hurled in the morning, too. You're not alone." Astrid patted her friend on the shoulder.

"Ruffnut even threw up on Fishlegs earlier. It was literally hilarious." She chuckled at the memory.

"Oh. Yep, heh. . ." He said, trailing off.

She walked away, possibly to go to the Great Hall. Once she was out of sight, Hiccup let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, before looking back at the pants hanging from the wire, turned inside out.

Thank the Gods Astrid didn't take a close look. Because if she did, she'd see how hard Hiccup was scrubbing in one particular spot.

And there it ends, people! Hiccup has experienced a one-night stand woop-woop, this was actually really fun to write, but it was pretty hard to write because this is my first time, and i wanted to capture this one thought i had perfectly, and i think i did, what do you guys think?

"I. . . Think it's a good idea, Hiccup." You finally let out a word.

"Oh, for the love of— you're siding with Snotlout now?" His voice was in the usual, 'everything-I-say-is-sarcastic' tone, but this time you knew him and the subtle nuances in his voice that he seemed to be actually serious.

The crackling of the furnace is the only background noise you and your boyfriend have. Other than the stray greeting from a Viking to their Chief, the Blacksmith's Forge was a quiet place.

Hiccup really shouldn't be arguing with you. Hell, he was the one who asked you to come here with him. The Forge was one of his most comfortable places to brainstorm—well, only if you ignore the blistering heat from the burning hot coals, paired with the strong, tangy smell of metal forever meant to linger in the air.

But Hiccup didn't care. He thought those traits gave the place character.

"No, I'm only answering you with my opinion on what you should do— when did I ever say I agreed with Snotlout?" You furrowed your brows in pure perplexment.

"I'm just saying—introducing other tribes to peace with dragons?" He phrased your idea as if it was all hogwash, as if you were talking crazy.

"I know I've said that people just have an expected prejudice against them but—"

"There's a really high chance we'll be turned into an enemy of the tribes for siding with the threat, yeah, I heard." You recite the dismissive words you've already heard him say back at the Great Hall when Snotlout had recommended it.

"If you already knew what I was going to say, then I don't see why we should keep this topic going," He muttered under his breath, his head held low as he focused on fixing some random gear that broke on Toothless' prosthetic.

Okay, rude.

The brunet boy had this way of saying things that were unapologetically insulting, without even using any crude language. Just pure irritation and annoyance.

Hearing him mumbling under his breath had set you off, but you knew he didn't mean it.

He doesn't, right?

He's only been a Chief for such a short time compared to his father's time, and you know even without him telling you that it's weighing on him.

The hard decisions, the expectations, the need to be selfless, and having to be a voice of reason among his people. It's all such a big responsibility for what you could describe to be just a boy.

Your boy.

But all of those problems brewing in his head, and the excruciating issues he has to hear and be expected to solve every single day, the stress was bound to be projected on someone.

Guess you were just unlucky today.

You let out a deep sigh, watching your boyfriend tinker with the small circular metal part, focused.

You're sat on the table he's using to work, Hiccup didn't really mind, though.

As much as you wanted to scold him for mumbling subtle quips under his breath like a child, you wait patiently for him to compose himself again.

After a while, he sets down the small screwdriver he was holding, the gear plopped down on the table as he leans back on his chair, looking at the wall in front of him, then the ceiling, then at you.

He sighed. It was a short exhale of air, but it meant more than that.

It was an expression of exhaustion, but also a sigh of adoration.

Hiccup didn't even know how he did it. He messes up a lot, every single Viking on Berk would agree to that. But they were patient enough to understand that he means well (more like they grew tolerant enough to understand), and you were the most intuitive person with him.

You weren't impatient—you were kind enough to wait for him to explain. You loved him even if he always found a way to make him mess his words up, knowing what he was trying to tell you without him explaining.

He was probably the luckiest man on Berk.

"What happens if they react negatively? Remember the last time someone found out about us being friendly with dragons?"

You knew who he was talking about, anyone in your friend group could understand he was mentioning an unforgettable red-haired Berserker.

"Yes, I do. And the last time it happened; you ended up being Dagur's best man at his wedding." You recall, your boyfriend scrunching his face as he remembered.

It was a great memory, actually—he should really ask Dagur how he and Mala are doing via Terror Mail—but using him as an example wasn't exactly his best idea.

"No, before all that. When he was. . . Deranged, I guess." Dagur being titled 'The Deraged' doesn't really sound like a right label for him anymore, he's mellowed out now—not to say he's lost all of that spunky character.

"Well, that was before he met Shattermaster and Sleuther, Hiccup." You tilted your head, knowing what you were saying was right.

You looked into his green eyes. Oh— he looked upset. Upset in a way that you knew you were losing a fight you were never going to win.

He was looking up into your teasing eyes, ones that were soft enough for him that his annoyance had eased.

But not for long.

He let out a dramatic groan.

"This is dumb. . ." He looked away as he said it, not directing it at anything, but you supposed he was talking about the topic.

It hurt to hear him say that. You felt your heart clench a little, but you pushed through.

"Sometimes we need to talk about stupid things to make hard decisions." You smiled softly. You chose to only say that, your voice gentle to not poke the bear that was Hiccup's boiling irateness.

Irateness that seemed to be bubbling over now.

"Well, easy for you to say—" he sighed, his hands placing themselves on his lap.

"Especially when you think illogically and suppose everything's going to end up right." He retorted.

There it was.

The silence after his remark was unbearable—if Hiccup had a list for the worst things he's ever said, this would sweep the competition.

But Hiccup didn't find it in himself to be empathetic at what he said right now, only looking at you to gauge your reactions.

You were stunned at first, if your expression didn't tell him enough.

Your eyes were widened, lips parted in disbelief.

But all of that changed in a quarter of a second, because all of that bewilderment had morphed into a fiery expression of indignation.

Vexing, narrowed eyes paired with irked furrowed brows had made it to your face, matching your biting words.

"Hey." Your voice wasn't the same anymore. The soft, gentle tone of your voice Hiccup was used to was replaced with a sharp edge, hard and unwavering as you called him to attention.

"Watch what you say to me, Haddock." You thundered, the scold making Hiccup's ears cold.

He was attuned to hearing his last name from your lips as nothing but a jesting nickname, it gave him whiplash when you used it to scold him.

Before he could say anything to fix what he had done, you jumped off the worker's bench.

"You forget yourself, clearly." You scoffed bitterly, shaking your head.

"Wait, I didn't—"

"If you wanted someone to agree with you without a doubt, you should've never called me for this." You cut him off.

You dusted yourself off, Hiccup watching you instead of talking.

He was afraid of saying anything else, not wanting to tarnish any more of what he had left with you.

You turned to him, wanting to see if what you had said had reached him and boy, did it hit him—just like a punch to the face.

His eyes were filled with regret, his lips parted, ready to say an apology.

But it didn't come out.

Instead, you spoke.

"Talk to me when you're ready to speak like a level-headed adult, then maybe I'll forgive you." You ended.

Without another second to think of what he could do, you walked out the Blacksmith's Forge, seeming to leave the hot fury of your hostility there.

Seriously, has it always been this hot in here?

Anyway, Hiccup might not know what to do right now, be he's sure of one thing for now:

He has severely fucked up.

"Did I too much? Should I have not said the last part?" You worry. Your hands, are fidgeting, finding something to do.

"Mmm," Astrid gives a neutral hum, giving you an answer that wasn't a yes or no.

"Oh, Thor, he's probably going to hate me now," You finish ranting to the Hofferson girl, who was currently pouring you another glass of mead.

After you had stormed out, you were honestly lost. Who would you go to about this? Should you go to somebody about this?

And if you were about to tell someone about it, it would be Astrid.

You finished telling her what had happened, and after you did, all she did was sigh and pour you another mug of alcohol.

"You want to know what I think?" The blonde girl stared at the flowing liquid pour into the cup.

"Of course I do," You mumbled into your hand, your face plopped onto one hand on the table.

She finished pouring, putting the bottle down, then crossing her arms, waiting for you to drink it.

You took the cup, and as you finished having a sip, she spoke.

"I think you're just like him."

Okay, wait— what?

"Excuse me?" Your hand paused, the mug you were holding never taking its place on the table, only hovering in your hands.

"Maybe 'cause you do it at a smaller level, but you do tend to overthink things, and you say stuff that is. . . y'know? Kind of rude sometimes."

"I do?" Your brows scrunched, a soft inquiry to her statement.

"Last time you did it was when you told Gobber to just 'do better' when he said he kept messing up the saddles."

"I do," Your voice was of accepted defeat, a sigh of regret as she made you remember the memory.

It was only last week, and you thought you were supporting him, pushing him to do his best.

Yeah, that was kind of your fault.

"You're really lucky you're. . . Well, you. If Gobber had received that critique from anyone else, he'd already have a fist connecting with their faces, or at the very least thrown them out the Forge." Astrid explained, shrugging at her words.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, confused at where this was going.

"It means that even if you said that to him, he knew you meant well. We know you mean well, and we understand that you're just trying to help."

"Oh. . ." You trailed off, you look down at the liquid swirling in your mug, your emotions processing in your brain.

Maybe you and Hiccup were the same after all.

"Anyway, back to Hiccup." Astrid brought back the topic.

"If I'm looking at this from a mediator's perspective, I'd say you should wait for him to get his act together, then you guys can talk it out." She parrots, the words you'd said to Hiccup to talk like an adult heavily paraphrased.

"And if you're not looking into a mediator's perspective?" You asked.

"Then I suggest you kick his ass into Valhalla."

The abrupt reply had made you let out a genuine laugh, surprise filling your eyes, as you shake your head in jest.

"Hell— I'd do it for you, and gladly." She adds.

"Oh, please, stop—" You try composing yourself, but fail to.

"I'll even take his leg, then his spare."

"You do know he has multiple spares for his spares?"

"Then I'll take them too."

So, you followed her opinion. You've never gotten into an argument as extreme as this, especially one between a relationship, so this is a completely new ground.

Following that information, you don't really know how long you're supposed to keep this row between you going.

But you suppose you know now as a gentle knock on your hut's door meets your ears, the only sound through the silence of Berk at night.

There was only one person on Berk who didn't have heavy hands when they knocked, and that was your boyfriend.

You open the door, leaving only a small sliver to peek your head out, seeing who you thought it was going to be. Hiccup.

He looked a little worse for wear—his hair was more unkempt than it was supposed to be, a telltale sign he'd been running his fingers through it more than he did, his eyes were a little droopy, tired from thinking too hard.

If you weren't still in an awkward limbo with the boy, you'd give yourself permission to think that he was cute like this.

"Hey, can I come in?" His voice sounded unsure, like he wasn't sure anymore that you would say yes.

A small glint in his eyes had sprouted when you had silently opened the door, letting him walk in.

Like second nature, his footsteps made himself walk up to your bedroom, with you following behind him. You sit on your bed, Hiccup walking up to you, refusing to sit.

You weren't ready to break apart and accept him immediately into your arms, so you cross them, looking at him with an expectant expression.

"So, are you ready to talk like an adult now?"

"Yes, yes— I am." He said, before going down on one knee, wanting to meet your eyes without sitting next to you.

With a hesitant air, he put his hands on your knees. It gave you a slight reflex, your stoic shield starting to crack, your eyebrows softening.

"I— I'm sorry, okay?" And before he knew it, Hiccup's mouth started to run on its own, unable to stop.

"You're just trying to help me—I know, and it wasn't right of me to shun you like that. You're too good for me, especially when you're like that, and I can't thank the Gods enough that you're still with me—" His eyes were sad, while his hands had made its way from your knees to reaching for your hands.

"And. . . And if you want us to take a break because I said that, it's fine—"

What?

"Woah, stop there." Hiccup's mouth finally stopped, his lips shutting as you cut him off.

"Take a break? Where in Odin's beard did you get that?" You smiled at him with a confused expression.

"I thought. . . I thought we were over when you walked out." He said, his tone covered with slight somber, but it felt lighter now that you were smiling at his stupid face.

"I never said that. Gods, Hiccup I would never do that to you." You let your hands escape from his and you encase his face with them.

"So. . . we're not breaking up?" He was a little meek with his words, but your warm aura—and you warm hands around his face—had melted his shyness away.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." And with that, you kiss his lips. It felt like forever since you did that, but in reality it was only a day and a half. Hiccup felt like it was forever too, because when your lips finally pressed onto his, his hands finally felt sure, like he knew he was allowed to touch you now.

His hands made small up and down motions as they lay on your lap, and you pull away just to catch a breath of air.

"So, does that mean I'm forgiven?"

You chuckle at his aloof question. "Well, why did I kiss you if you weren't not forgiven?"

"Just 'cause we're not breaking up doesn't mean I'm automatically forgiven, I was just checking.: He shrugged, to which you pulled him into you again.

It was nice, feeling his warmth on you again.

BONUS ⋆˚࿔

"Uh, guys?" The Chief's voice had made it's way to the Dragon Riders ears, turning from their food to look at the entrance, seeing a whole new look from their leader.

"Hiccup, why are you wearing a wooden peg leg?" Your tone was soft, a little confused.

"I'd say he's trying a new look." Ruffnut said, her brother immediately supporting her claim.

"Hiccup, I just want to say you look very Chief-y with that new leg style of yours you're rocking." Tuffnut said, his voice genuine.

"Okay, thanks Tuff, but it's not because of that." Hiccup walked up to the table.

"Someone took all of my peg legs, even the spares I hid. Can you believe it?" He slid into the chair next to you, your smile beaming as his shoulders bump yours.

Astrid noticed, immediately piping up a question.

"Oh, you guys are good now?" Astrid, who was uncharacteristically silent, chirped out her inquiry.

"Uh, yeah. . . Why?" You said, a little out of it until you remember her promise the other night.

"Wait a minute," You say, Astrid beating you to the punch.

"Sorry, Hiccup, but that was me." She shrugged, putting another scoop of food into her mouth.

"Okay, what?" He looked at her shocked, then to you for explanation, since you seemed knowing of her plan.

"Hey! Don't look at me, this was a solo mission." You raise your hands in surrender, Hiccup shaking his head at you and at the whole situation.

"I'll give it back tomorrow. . . Or the day after." Astrid tries to comfort him and his current peg leg problem.

"And why can't I have them today?"

"Because I may have sent all of them to Dagur and Mala via Terror Mail."

not used to writing hurt/comfort so this one is a little iffy :PP

"So. . ." Hiccup spoke as he watched you.

The light emanating from the moon up above illuminated your face from his view, your eyes turned to look at him.

"This is going to sound weird, but what does it taste like?"

You'd just finished drinking the blood Hiccup had brought you. At first, he was quite reluctant at the thought of it, but he remembered he'd rather do this—bring you your dinner—every night instead of you feasting on Berk's livestock.

With a hand swiping over your mouth, you smiled at him. "Have you never tasted blood before? Like, accidentally tasting it after cutting your lip, or something."

It was getting easier, talking with him. It felt weird at first, him bringing you your food for the day while he awkwardly tried to start up conversation. You still remember hearing his rapid heartbeat when you weren't that comfortable with one another.

"Well, I have— it's just. . . I figured it would taste different for you." He looked at you shyly and shrugged. You missed a swipe of liquid red on the bottom of your lip, and he saw. He wanted to wipe it off for you, but he'd probably get his hand broken by you if he tried.

". . ." You continued to stare at him as he avoided your gaze, stuck to his own hands as he sat next to you on the ground. Close, but not enough to invade a boundary.

His heartbeat was getting faster, you could hear. A smirk tugged on your lips as you looked at your own hands. You didn't expect how much you'd enjoy his presence, but it was starting to affect you in ways you didn't expect.

"It tastes. . . Weirdly sweet. Even if you gave me fish blood." You start, making Hiccup look at you now. It was oddly inverse, at first you were staring at him while he talked, now he did the same.

"It's a thick liquid too, so it's kind of like a. . . Morbid type of condensed milk?" One of your brows were raised, unsure of your explanation. He chuckled at that, and you looked at him in offense.

"What? I don't have a lot to base it off of, okay? I barely even remember when I turned." You defend yourself, but it was true. Maybe because all you could remember before you were. . . Well— you now, was being in excruciating pain before a moment of relief.

"Sorry, it's just. . . Condensed milk?" He repeated, his laugh soft as he smiled quietly at you, before quickly catching a glance at the unwiped swipe of blood still on your lip. You didn't give a reply this time, only sighing as you rolled your eyes.

"You still have a little. . . y'know." He points out finally, gesturing to your mouth, to which you take a swipe at again, with your hand, missing it by mere centimeters.

"There, I wiped it. Happy now, dragon boy?" You smile at him.

"No, you didn't just. . ." He scooted over closer to you, leaning into your face as he raised a hand, which made you slightly lean back.

But as soon as he took a hesitant swipe at your bottom lip, you seemed to lean into his touch.

"There," His hand raised to hover your lip, his eyes meeting yours now. Hiccup could feel how close you were, your shoulder touching his. You were really cold, but he didn't jolt back.

Did he tell you how pretty your eyes were?

He barely had a good view of them because of the lighting, but now with the moonlight casting such a beautiful glow, Hiccup could see every fleck of sanguine scarlet coloring your iris.

You took a quiet gulp. Okay, now his heartbeat was going faster than ever, the thump! of his chest resonating through your eardrums. If it was any faster and louder, you could almost feel it vibrate on your ears.

Was he nervous? Well, good—you were too.

Hiccup was thankful you couldn't read his mind. Gods, could you? he's hoping you didn't, because if you just didn't decide to tell him, you could clearly hear most of his thoughts in his head, which only had one main idea in mind:

Kiss her.

He could smell the metallic odor of the blood still fresh on your lips. But somehow, he didn't care. Hiccup really wanted to kiss you.

"Are you. . . Going to move?" You asked, quiet and careful, as if anything louder would shatter this moment.

"Y— Yeah. . .! Uhm," His eyes widened, as he pulled back his hand to his own body, looking at it. But he never moved back, his shoulder still touching yours.

"Sorry." He threw out the apology, maybe as some kind of last saving grace.

"Don't apologize. It was. . . Nice." You say to him, making him snap his head to you.

You weren't repulsed. You thought it was nice. What does the even mean? Hiccup will think about it later, what mattered was that you didn't hate it.

"So, you're meaning to tell me, that the beast that used to take our yaks and chickens. . . Is a someone?" Stoick couldn't even hide his incredulous tone.

He had decided to eat dinner at home with his son for once, hoping to catch up with his teenage antics. Stoick didn't expect that those antics were this.

He gave him the job to take care of the monster that used to take their animals, but he didn't expect Hiccup to take care of it like this.

"Well, yes—" Hiccup winced at his father's wording. He really should've told him, but there was a tug at his chest that wanted to keep it to himself, a little secret of his for his eyes and yours only.

"How long have you been 'taking care' of this situation?" The Chief thought it was a crazy idea; 'Don't worry—instead of eating our animals, I give it fish every night instead, Dad!' Dear Odin, What was his son even thinking? Did he even think? He assumed he most likely did, especially with the creeping headache Stoick could feel.

"Well. . . A few weeks. But—"

"Is this why there's word going around about that 'Night Terror' rumor?"

Is that what they were calling you? The small dragon species like Smidvarg? Hiccup wanted to laugh at the nickname, but there was a better time for that.

"I— I guess. . ." Stoick had taken off his helmet, a hand pinched at his nose bridge.

"But what they're saying about her isn't true, Dad." Hiccup tried to defend you, but it seems like it's alway the same old thing with his Dad, always getting the last word.

"It's a girl?"

"Yes. . .?"

"Do you not remember the last time a girl not from our village pulled the wool over your eyes and took Astrid's dragon?"

Hiccup looked a little regretful, as much as he hated it, his Dad was right. But Hiccup, just like his father, was a stubborn piece of work.

"Dad, I swear this is different. Also, Heather's good with us now."

"If you're so sure, I want to meet her." Stoick said, his son's eyes widening.

"Eh, you— you do?" His brows were furrowed, still unsure of his father's intentions.

"Of course, why wouldn't I want to meet the thief that took my village's yaks and chickens?" His father had taken the last scoop of his food into his mouth, finishing his bowl.

"And you're going to meet her because definitely don't you want to lock her up?"

Stoick had stood up and made his way to his room, saying one last thing before he shut the door.

"Goodnight, son."

"Are you even allowed to go out in the sun?" Hiccup asked looking up at you, after retelling everything that happened earlier with his father at supper.

"What? Yes, I am. What made you think that?" You were a little confused, hanging from your feet on a tree as you look down at Hiccup's curious expression.

"I dunno, people say that you guys burn in the sun." You chuckled at his confession, dropping yourself down and dusting yourself off.

"That's because people will say anything about the things they don't understand." You stand up fully, looking a little somber at your own words. Hiccup could see the underlying sadness in your eyes, even with the teasing smile of yours.

"Then why don't you guys go out in daylight?"

"Red eyes and fangs are a pretty prominent feature that stick out from a sea of normal people, y'know." You say, as if it was obvious.

"Well, do you want to meet my father?" It feels weird asking you that. Hiccup was hesitant to say it, it felt like he was introducing you to his Dad in a different way, but he shook it off.

Don't think about it like that, Hiccup. You guys are friends. Friends.

"I'm not really sure, what would your village think? They'd freak out. Last time a tribe caught me being myself, they almost beheaded me." You put in the last part to lighten the mood, but Hiccup seemed to be in thought.

"I— I'll figure something out. I mean, look where we are with dragons now." He nodded behind him, gesturing to the sleeping Nightfury. Hiccup's smile was reassuring, gentle in the way that made you feel like he was going to take care of everything.

He was right. Well, you hoped he was. Because if Hiccup wasn't, this might be the one of your last memories with one another.

You couldn't even stop yourself when you hugged him, shock in your eyes but you pushed through it, your arms tight around him with your head on his shoulder. Safe to say Hiccup was baffled too, his figure stiff. After a few seconds, he melted into it, a caring arm patting your back.

"Thanks, Hiccup." Your words were muffled into tunic.

You were biting cold even through Hiccup's clothes, you knew that. But it was weirdly comforting knowing that he didn't pull away, pulling you even closer to the warmth emanating from him.

"It's. . . It's nothing." He dismissed. You're happy he couldn't see your face, because it was really hard to fight the smile on you, your fangs and teeth showing through the misty dark.

Now his heartbeat was picking up speed. The steady thump! of his chest now turning into multiple beats of ba-dump! ba-dump! as it hit your ears. It made you feel giddy, his feeling like it was beating loudly, hard enough you could barely feel its vibration hit your chest, like his heart beating enough for two—like it was beating for you.

One heart beating enough for two, so you could feel what it was like, to feel your heart race.

'It's nothing' is what Hiccup said to you, dismissing your thanks. But for you? it was everything.

The next day creeped in, the waking sun beckoning everyone to wake up from their slumber, staying there to illuminate the day.

It was the middle of the day. The hustle and bustle of Vikings talking and chattering about random trivial topics. But all of their words had been swallowed when they saw the Chief's son. Well, not necessarily Hiccup, but what was next to him—or more like who.

It was a new face around Berk, something extremely uncommon in the village. Everybody knew everybody, so it was quite a sight for sore eyes to see an unknown person.

Especially an unknown person with red eyes. As soon as they saw it, they had immediately turned their loud clamoring into hushed whispers.

There was word going around Berk these past few weeks that there was a monster—a ghastly beast lurking through the shadows, red-eyed and vicious, terrorizing the livestock of the village. That isn't really true, though. Not anymore. Hiccup can attest to that.

He was walking you up to their hut, and you felt nervous. Hiccup could see. You weren't talking anymore, and if you were, just curt responses.

What made you feel a lot better, though, was when he put a hand on your back, a gesture of support.

"It'll be fine. Don't worry."

He opened the door for you, and the first thing you saw was what you assumed to be his father, Stoick. He gave you a brief rundown of his Dad, saying that he was a big ball of stubborness and intimidation, but he was just trying to be a good Chief and father.

The Chief was sitting down, looking at the fireplace when he looked at you, locking eyes with your scarlet irises. His eyes widened at them, but replaced it with narrowed eyes, determined and unyielding.

"Hello, Sir." You said, unsure how to address the man.

And that's where the conversation flowed. You were sat down across from him with Hiccup in the middle, somewhat of a mediator. The gruff man asked about the missing yaks and chickens, to which you profusely apologized, and expressed you were just trying to survive, and ate them, Hiccup nodding in support of your explanation.

Stoick then asked about the whole 'Night Terror' rumor, to which you laugh and deny, surprised there were even whispers about you, saying you thought no one would see you.

"Would you like to ask anything else?" You were honestly surprised at how easy this confrontation was. You'd expected to be ousted immediately, people throwing pitchforks at you to run you out.

"Yes, I would. Just two." Stoick looked a little hesitant to ask the question, looking at his son then you.

You knew what he was already going to ask. He widened earlier at the color of your eyes, you were sure you heard his breath hitched when you accidentally smiled with your fangs, the crackly fire glinting at them.

"Are you a. . . Eh—"

"Yes." You answered simply. His heartbeat had quickened, but Stoick did not show it. He was quite shocked at your answer, looking at his son for more explanation, to which Hiccup just gave a dopey smile.

"It's true, Dad. You can ask her for more proof if you'd like."

"No, I. . ." He stopped, his thoughts going haywire, not knowing what to think.

"If your other question was if I was going to hurt your people, I won't. I promise." Stoick looked at you, a little perplexed It was as if you could read his thoughts. But you swear you couldn't, you were just pretty perceptive.

". . . Okay. If. . . As long as you don't have any malicious intent for our village, you can stay here." Stoick concluded.

You were both surprised at his answer.

"I can stay?"

"She can stay?"

"If she would like to choose to, then I don't see a problem." You might think that Stoick was just open-minded to your species, yes— it could be the reason why, but Hiccup knew better. Stoick was letting you stay here for the time being so he could observe you, so he could estimate if you could be a harm to his village.

He saw you look at him with a smile, and you thanked his father profusely, to which Stoick only nodded, saying Hiccup will find you a place to sleep.

Hiccup was keeping up appearances with you, smiling back at your joy, but he looked at his father and saw his expression.

I hope you know what you're doing.

And lucky for Stoick, Hiccup seems to handle you just fine.

"Do you eat people or is that just a myth?" Tuffnut asked loudly.

"Tuff!" Hiccup chastised, the Thorston male ignoring it.

It was almost the evening, Hiccup had gathered every one of the Dragon Riders so he could catch them up on the situation—how we found you near the boar pit, finding out you were a vampire, and Stoick being okay with it and telling you to stay—to which most of them gave a suspicious first impression.

"Because if you do, I wouldn't mind becoming a single Thorston child." He whispered to you, with utmost volume.

"I— well, I don't. It doesn't really work that way." You were a little surprised at how blunt he was, but you liked the change of pace, not trying to tip toe around the subject.

"Do you think cannibalism is a weird morally gray for your kind?" Fishlegs piped up. You were surprised to see him pull out a notebook, a charcoal pencil ready at his hand.

"Oh! Well, a little? That's kind of why I don't drink human blood." You shrugged.

"How are we sure you won't hurt us?" The Hofferson had probed, her tone blunt and suspicious. Astrid's arms were crossed, her fingers feeling twitchy at the dagger at her side, wanting to grab it for comfort.

"I. . . Can't really tell you that. I guess you guys will just have to trust me." You smile, a little apologetic at your answer.

Astrid said she'd let you stay in her hut, to which you thanked her, even if she said it was to watch you, just in case. That's fine, you'd rather take that any day over Snotlout trying to coax you into sleeping in his.

"Are you going to eat me when I sleep?" Astrid's voice cut through the silence of the late night. You were lying on the ground of the girl's room, wide awake.

"I swear upon any Gods that you believe in, I will not devour you in your sleep." You tone was light, which made Astrid seem a little more comfortable to converse with you, lying on her bed looking at the ceiling as you talked.

"Do you not sleep?"

"There isn't really a reason to for me, I mainly do it just to pass the time." You answer cooly, before standing up.

The blonde Viking turned to the sound it, looking at your figure through the night.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her tone with slight panic and urgency.

You chuckled at her. "Don't worry, I'm just getting my dinner."

"Dinner. . .?" A thousand thoughts ran through the girl's mind, to which you shut her down quite quickly.

"If you think I'm still eating your animals, I'm not anymore." You smile at her, even if you know she won't see it.

"I'm pretty sure your guys' sheep are being taken by some bald guy named Sven though, I saw him a few nights ago." You shrug.

"It's Hiccup, he brings me food every night." You finally elaborate, which makes Astrid less tense.

Now that you feel like her curiosity's satiated you turn to go out her bedroom door, until she asked you one more question.

"Why do you think Hiccup's bringing you food every time?"

A beat of silence had met her inquiry, until you come up with an answer you find good enough.

"Because he cares about your guys' village."

"Doesn't explain why he's kept you a secret for so long, though."

You didn't entertain the Hofferson girl with any more replies, instead making your way back to the outside.

You open the door and meet the sheer cold of the wind from the night.

As you walk, you remember her last words to you, making you groan quietly.

For fuck's sake, giving me more questions than answers.

"Hey, you good?" Hiccup's distant voice meets your eyes as you snap your head to him.

He's waiting for you.

For now, you'll push Astrid's thoughts for you and Hiccup aside.

"Yep, never been better." You reply, jogging up to his standing figure.

Right now, you'll just enjoy what you have right now—then you'll figure out the problems later.

PART 1 : DECODE.˚⊹ ♰

Part 3 to this series will be posted in like mid september ;D

"Are you okay?" Hiccup's concerned voice had cut through your heat-filled daze.

"Huh?" You looked to your side, meeting Hiccup's perplexed yet worried expression.

"No! No, I'm— I'm just," You shook your head, denying profusely. In all honestly, you weren't sure if you were okay.

You've only been away from the high bristling cold of Glacier Island for only a few hours, and yet, you already feel like you're sweating up a storm.

Luckily, your cloak hides most of your perspiration, making you look more sick rather than just sweaty.

"Just a little uh— hot, that's. . . That's all— yep." You shrugged, fanning your cloak to give your body at least a small sliver of ventilation, the cool wind hitting your skin that's already feeling tacky.

"You can take off your cloak, y'know?" He suggested.

"You want me. . . To take off my cloak?" You hesitated, a drop of sweat on your face.

He went back to his words, quickly adding, "Not— not that I'm telling you to, just if you want to."

You thought about it.

You've barely went out of the familiar icy temperature of Glacier Island, so going out of that was already a big step for you, but somehow Hiccup had managed to let you out of your cold shell.

The cloak was more of a safety precaution—a barrier, in other words. Just something to make you feel more comfortable, you've had that cloak for longer than you can remember, and right now, it's acting as a safety cloak for you.

But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't hurt to take it off.

And boy, did it not hurt. It actually felt excrutiatingly good.

Your hands gripped the fabric softly before you took the hood off, before fully unsheathing yourself from the long piece of clothing.

You looked over to your current tour guide, your face turning confused as you see his back turned to you.

What's the deal with him?

You'll probably never hear this come out of his mouth, but the real reason Hiccup had turned was due to his mind going back to the first time you met, the memory of you listening and humming to his words that he tried to tell you while you slowly took your time, taking off each piece of clothing. He'd rather not see that again, he'd never get it out of his head then.

Any more of thinking like that and Hiccup would have to excuse himself from touring you around the Edge, he's sure his face would be too flushed red, paired with his ears that surely would not go unnoticed by you.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh?" He turned only his head to you, checking that you were finished, before fully turning around.

"Oh, nothing. Yep, just. . ." He looked at you, then everywhere.

Think! Think of any excuse!

"Just looking at the wood. Checking if it's still. . . wood." He squeaked out.

"Oh. I. . ." You looked to the place where he was looking, the wooden planks of the bridge stable and seemingly strong, having a multitude of marks, presumably from the amount of walking it has endured, or from dragons.

"That's nice." You said, polite and curt.

"So!" He said loudly, making you stand to attention.

"Where were we?" After that, he continued to show you around, but you quickly notice that even without that cloak of yours, it still feels unbearably hot. Like, really hot.

"Uh, Hiccup?"

"Yes— oh," Hiccup turned around to see you a few paces behind him, looking at him shyly. He could see how you were still perspirating like crazy even without the cloak, the sweat making your clothes stick to your skin every time you moved. Your expression was a little shy and a little desperate to ask a question.

And unbeknownst to you, Hiccup seeing you like that made him feel things. Things he shouldn't be feeling towards you! His friend— well, acquaintance.

"Can I. . . Is it alright if I take off a little bit more. . .?" You asked hesitantly, your hands feeling damp from the underlying sweat.

"I— yeah, you, ahem— you. . . You can, sure." He cleared his throat, before turning back around when he saw your hands reach to the hem of one of your top layers.

You thanked him profusely, to which he nodded a few times, looking at anywhere to think of something else to bury his thoughts that came from the sounds of you shuffling out of your clothes.

Think of other things, Hiccup. Stop focusing on the thought of you undressing behind him, stop!

You finished after a while; a bundle of your clothing layers held in one hand as you walked to be next to Hiccup.

"Okay, I'm all good." You said, Hiccup looking to your eyes, then at your top and your skirt— wait, top and skirt?

Hiccup thought you'd be wearing something longer, like a dress of some sort to match the climate of Glacier Island, not a sleeveless top and a wool skirt! It wasn't bad, it was just. . . Different, foreign to Hiccup's eyes that made him want to call you pretty.

"I— so, let's go,"

The tour continued on with Hiccup making slight stammering, which you giggled at every once in a while, oh— if you knew. If you knew that the reason Hiccup seemed to swallow his words quite often was because of you. He kept sneaking glances down at your outfit, unused to seeing a good amount of your legs.

Gods, Am I turning into a creep?

'Of course not!' is what he kept repeating in his head every time, but when you smiled at him with such sincerity and vulnerability, then without knowing Hiccup had been looking where you didn't tell him to, he inevitably felt like it, even if he wouldn't say it.

"You're being creepy."

Astrid's voice couldn't hide her slight nauseating tone, Hiccup looking at her. He'd been snapped out of this weird trance again, the one he'd do when he looks at you.

He had done it again now, here at the clubhouse. Everyone was eating dinner, talking and chatting like normal, but this time you were there, in all your beautiful— uh, dutiful glory. Hiccup meant dutiful, he swears he did.

You were sat the farthest away from him, across the table currently trying to explain to Fishlegs how you'd gotten to live on Glacier Island with the Snow Wraiths.

"I. . . Don't know what you mean," His voice was low, he knew you couldn't hear him because Ruffnut and Tuffnut arguing over the last piece of yak, but he didn't want to take the chance. He played with his food a little, trying to seem occupied, to which Astrid scoffed in disbelief next to him and proceeded to eat.

"Jeez, at least try to hide it better." She shook her head in amusement. Astrid was glad Hiccup was finally showing interest in you, she didn't think there was anything else Hiccup found more enamoring than dragons. She's glad she was wrong.

"Ask her out." Astrid ordered, still looking at her food.

Hiccup snapped his head at her in bafflement.

"What? No," Hiccup couldn't hide his incredulous expression, looking down to hide it.

"Why would I even do that?"

"Just try it, okay?" The Hofferson probed, to which she didn't get a vocal response from her friend, only a few quick blinks and a shrug.

After supper, the other Dragon Riders had watched you fly away with Hiccup. They were talking about how you should be here more often.

"I'm gonna miss her." Fishlegs sighed, looking into the small, retreating black blob from afar, which was Toothless flying away with Hiccup and you.

"She's not dying, Fishlegs. She'll come back." Astrid stated, confused why the Ingerman seemed to be a little upset.

"Well, she doesn't really have a reason to." He commented, to which Tuffnut scoffed loudly, followed by an exaggerated laugh. Hell, even Ruffnut was weirded out, not expecting he'd act out like that.

"You need not worry, my Fishy Friend. For I have done what the Gods would have wanted me to do."

That vague answer was always a telltale sign that he definitely did something drastic.

"Please tell me you didn't do anything bad." Snotlout was annoyed, while Fishlegs was in thought, wondering where the nickname 'Fishy Friend' came from.

"Why would you think that?" The Thorston sister asked, slightly offended for her brother.

"Because anything bad that either of you guys do equals to something we have to clean up." Astrid answered for Snotlout, to which Tuffnut replied.

"I only helped my dear brother." He looked smug.

Okay, now that was dangerous.

Everyone was confused, except Astrid, who immediately knew what he did.

He told you something.

"Tuff, what did you say to her?"

"Only what was needed to be said."

Damn Tuffnut and his vague responses.

"Well, this is me, I suppose."

You feel a little shy, now that Hiccup knows where you live in—just a hole in a mountain. It's small, but it meant a lot to you, and you know Hiccup wouldn't judge you.

You turn to look at his figure, waiting for you to go inside. But from what Hiccup's friend, Tuffnut had said to you earlier, you suppose it was most likely because of that.

You tilt your head a little, currently processing the information Tuffnut had disseminated to you.

"Is that. . . How Vikings bid each other goodbye now?" You ask in a low voice, a little nervous mixed with curiosity.

"Trust me, Hiccup will thank me later I taught you this." Tuffnut had pulled you closer to him, whispering his words to you.

It made your cheeks flush; you're honestly thankful that the cold had already made them red, that way it would be just because of the weather and definitely not because of what you were going to do.

"So, I guess I'll see you then?" Hiccup smiled, his lips a tinge askew. Genuinely, he didn't want to say goodbye. It wasn't as if you were going to disappear, no, it was because he knew he wasn't going to see you as much anymore. There's nothing tethered to you outside of your own little bubble in Glacier Island, so there's no point for you to go back to him Dragon's Edge.

"Yes, I. . . Suppose I'll say goodbye now." You walk closer, your footsteps crunching the crisply fallen snow on the ground as you meet Hiccup, chests nearing each other.

If you think about it too much, you'll feel too nervous and back out.

So, it's now or never.

Hiccup was a little startled that you went closer to him, he could feel the exhale of your breath as it met the cold air.

"I— Okay. . .?" He was a little confused, but everything seemed to make a lot more sense when you quickly put your hands on his chest tunic, gripping a handful and pulling him to your lips, meeting yours.

He was shocked, to say the least. Hiccup can't even tell if this was real. But he confirmed his own thoughts when his hands that jolted from the unexpected action had melted into you, grabbing your waist to support you.

For a goodbye action you thought would be short, it lasted a little longer than you expected. A few seconds after you had reluctantly pulled away. With enough courage in your eyes, you look at Hiccup, who seemed to be still a little bit surprised but his expression showed a longing in his eyes.

For a second, you felt it. Those random Night Terrors that Hiccup was talking about fluttering all around your stomach, making you feel weird.

You clear your throat, and pull away to his touch.

"Ahem, I— uh. . ." Without another beat you bow your head to him, determined to get into your home to shield yourself from the creeping heat you felt.

Geez, it was just an action Vikings did when they said goodbye, why are you feeling so. . . Weird?

"I'll see you later." You reply quickly turning around on your heel, speedwalking before getting your name called.

Hiccup was a little stunned. First, you kiss him and make him feel like he's never felt before, then you just bid him goodbye like it was nothing? You were an enigma to him.

You stop your stride, turning to his figure catching up to you.

"What. . . What was that?" He asked incredulously, a smile on his face like he couldn't help but do it.

"A goodbye. . .?" You reply hesitantly, your body now fully turning to mirror his, your hands fidgeting with themselves.

"Tuffnut said it would be a good thing I learn proper Viking manners. . ." You trail off, your voice going low like you had said something wrong.

"Tuffnut? Tuff. . . Oh, Thor." Hiccup looked into your eyes then to the side, before finally shaking his head, a hand making its way to pinch the bridge of his nose.

You felt queasy.

Did you. . . Do it incorrectly?

"If I did it wrong and you didn't like it, I apologize—"

"No! It was wrong, yeah— but that's not because of you, okay?" He waved his hands to stop you before it met the sides of your shoulders, as if to ground you. Safe to say it did more than make you feel grounded, but you probably should keep that to yourself.

"It's just. . . That's not how Vikings say goodbye."

". . . Excuse me?"

Now, after a lengthy explanation about how Tuffnut was just messing with you, what it actually meant and who you do it with, and how you should never do that with anyone else that you make friends with, you finally let out a regretful sigh, hiding your face in your hands. You aren't even sure if you're trying to cover your face in embarrassment, shame, or guilt. Maybe a bit of everything.

"I'm— Gods, I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's I— It's fine. . ." He pats the sides of your shoulders.

"Well, at least I am with it." He tries to comfort you, but that doesn't seem to work for you, still full of somber.

As much as Hiccup should not say what he's about to say, it feels like it's a little too late to think about that when you guys have just kissed.

"If it makes you feel any better, y'know. . .I liked it." He said hushed, looking at the side of your head before you snap towards him, meeting your eyes now, filled with genuine confusion.

"I thought you said you only do that with people you. . ." You look down and pause before finally realizing.

He. . . Liked it.

"You liked it?" You asked, to which he sheepishly nodded.

"Oh. . ." You felt something bloom in your chest. Something warm growing in your heart.

"So, what does that mean?" You weren't really caught up to speed with these trivial topics such as interpersonal relationships such as these, so you had to ask him.

"I think it means I should ask if you wanted to go on a date, at least I think so." He shrugs, a little dopey grin tugging at his lips, which made you smile at him as well.

"As much as I don't want to ruin this—what's a date?"

"Okay, on that note, I think I should stay a little longer to teach you some of these things." Hiccup concluded, smiling at you as he walked with you into your cave.

That night, Hiccup didn't come back home until the dawn had beckoned, leaving until both of you were both caught up to speed with one another.

You lay in your chilly bed as you think to yourself. What the actual Thor just transpired?

You keep recalling the time you kissed him. Gods, you don't even know if it was the right thing at the time, but with what you know now, you're happy you did it anyway.

You and Hiccup are both in cold climates right now; you're staying in Glacier Island, trying to make yourself sleep, while he's high in the sky, feeling the cold wind kiss his skin.

Even with the chilly weather you both feel, you both can't help but feel a warmth growing in both of your cheeks, and your hearts.

And frankly, you don't plan on every letting it stop.

BONUS ⋆˙⟡

"Tuff." Hiccup dragged his name out, the way a mother would call their child in warning.

The Dragon Riders turned to the entrance, wholly surprised to see their leader in the morning, half expecting they'd be away until the next morning.

Most of them threw a good morning at the Haddock, to which Tuffnut Thorston threw away the pleasantries and immediately went into the bread and butter.

"No need to thank me, my dear friend." Tuffnut said in acknowledgement, shaking his head.

"I think he's not here to thank you, dummy." Ruffnut spat at her brother.

"Why did you tell her that?" He walked up to the table, looking to see everyone eating.

"Wait, let me answer it. Because he's a Muttonhead?" Snotlout interjected, his sentence a bit muffled from the bits and pieces of chicken he was chewing in his mouth.

"Probably 'cause he likes to start mischief?" Fishlegs threw out an answer.

"Because it's Tuffnut." Astrid simply answered, her eyes showing a deadpan emotion.

"Because it's what the Gods would have wanted me to do, Hiccup." The Thorston male had looked up to the sky, as if it made a show of proof, but it made him look a lot more insane.

"Eugh." Hiccup groaned.

He wanted to scold him, but when he thought about it, he was kind of the catalyst. So, Hiccup shook his head and took a seat next to them, eating breakfast.

Tuffnut's off the hook.

For now.

Can you guys guess which part I wrote drunk? probably not because all my work looks like i wrote them high out of my mind lol

"Well— uh, actually need you to do it right now, so—"

"I know, I know," One of the Vikings cut him off.

"But I really need to go to this date—" Hiccup already tuned him out. It was futile, his efforts. He sighed loudly, waving the guy off to stop his continued talking.

He was ready to tell him that it was okay (it really wasn't) and it'll be easy to find to help him (no, it wouldn't be) until you, in all your disdain and 'no bullshit' attitude had arrived.

You cut him off, going on a whole spiel about how he should feel ashamed about how he's acting with such indolence (Hiccup doesn't even know what that means), and paired with your signature killer glare, the Viking seemed to stand to attention, suddenly saying he's actually proud to do Hiccup's orders, now kissing up to him.

"Thanks babe." He sheepishly said, a little shy that you had to stick up for him, again.

"You really need to start being more commanding," You fixed an unruly stray of his hair, combing it back to place as he watched you.

"But then I wouldn't need your help anymore." He smiled.

hiccup haddock who sees you constantly put up a cold front, but behind closed doors, he gets to enjoy the warmth of your touch and that rare smile.

hiccup haddock who is honestly turned on by who domineering you are. you're convicted and disciplined, and you're not afraid to show it by whipping people into the right shape.

"A certain someone told me you like how commanding I am." You say as you lie next to your boyfriend, head on his chest as you graze your fingers through every groove of his tunic.

He sighed regretfully. He really shouldn't have told Astrid—or more like he shouldn't have given in to her intimidating stare when she knew he was hiding something.

"That's. . . That isn't exactly true." He looks to you when he notices the blanket covering you both slip, your leg swinging over his other hip, straddling him now, both of your hands on his chest.

"So," Your hands grip the hem of his pants, then look at his eyes teasingly.

"If I tell you to shut up and stay quiet while I ride you, you wouldn't like it?" Your fingers run down his chest to hook on the hem of his pants, each graze leaving a tingle even through fabric.

Hiccup gulped, his eyes already dilating.

"Do you. . . Do you wanna find out?"

hiccup haddock who as much as he loves you getting the credit you so rightfully deserve for being such a perceptive and intuitive woman, is egregiously jealous when you don't realize the amount of eyes that want to pounce on you.

hiccup haddock who is not a possessive lover, but cannot help but want to cover you with marks and love bites all over your beautiful skin, just so the other Vikings get the reality check that you're taken.

"Woah there, dragon boy." You push his head away at your neck, feeling his lip already nipping at them. Your neck was already littered with spot of red and purple, yet Hiccup still wants to add more.

"Cool it with your slobbering." Hiccup chuckles at your joke, his voice low as to not disturb the peace of this moment.

"The marks just started fading." You protest, your hand grabbing the hair at the back of his head to stop you.

"Exactly. I'm replacing them."

hiccup haddock who loves seeing you in action, badgering someone to 'do better' when they've clearly been slacking, and giving them your signature scowl when they come up with another pathetic excuse.

hiccup haddock who can't seem to win an argument with you, no matter how livid he turns out to be, you're too level-headed with resolution to match his, always turning out to be in the right in the end. "Do you really want to start with me right now, Hiccup? We both know how this'll end." "I know, but I'm quite angry right now, so please just bear with me."

girlboss!reader who for how exceptionally sharp they are, is as dull as a shield when it understanding when people are flirting with her, much to Hiccup's contempt.

"I think I'll be needing a few more lessons to figure out the format." A male Viking had said to her, his tone sultry and flirty.

Hiccup was watching from a distance, close enough to listen in. If Hiccup wasn't the man he turned out to be, he'd already pounced on the guy, strangling him.

"And why in Thor's name would you need multiple lessons for that? It's just a letter to send to the other tribes." You dismiss, but the male Viking seemed to not be put off.

"Well, I need you to check if I'm writing it correctly, y'know? C'mon, just come to my hut later after dinner."

The brunet Viking could feel his hand ball into a fist, before trying to breathe deeply.

Calm down.

"There's no need for such trivial endeavors like that; I'll check it with you in the morning. I'll be going now." You walked away, and before he could stop you, you turned to him, giving a stern look.

"Don't mess it up the third time."

Hiccup sighed in relief, before catching up with you in the middle of the village, a smile covering his giddiness.

"What's got you so cheery today, Chief?" You ask slightly happy, the mask of your cold self slipping when near him.

"Oh, it's nothing." He shrugs it off, but he knows.

girlboss!reader who is loved by Hiccup's mom. Valka loves how you balance out his personality, and the way you help him get up when he can't figure out exactly how to. "You're a lucky boy, Hiccup." "Shouldn't she be the lucky girl?" "No, you're the one who managed to get someone like her to deal with you."

girlboss!reader who used to shut down Snotlout's probing advances at you before you and Hiccup got together. you're oblivious to a lot of people who are attracted to you, but Snotlout made it so damn obvious.

"Hey, hot stuff." Snotlout sauntered over to where you were sitting in the Great Hall, alone and eating your soup in peace.

"Good morning, Snotlout." You greet curtly out of manner, ignoring that godawful nickname he called you ever so often.

"So, I was thinking—" Before you knew it, you tuned himself out and ate your soup in buzzing silence, focusing on eating and only eating.

"—And I feel like you'd really like a ride on Hookfang. He's a natural seat warmer, too. What do you think?" His eyebrows raised, a smirk brazen on his face.

"I'd rather not. Thank you for the offer, though." You shut him down as you eat the last bite of your food, standing up quickly, leaving him in the Great Hall's dim lighting.

"What if it was at night? Would that be more romantic for you—" He shouted out, catching the attention of other people there, but you shut the door before you could hear more of it.

girlboss!reader who loves getting Hiccup flustered with how unphased you are at doing and saying such romantic things in public. An example of that is Hiccup getting kissed by you as a goodbye, telling him 'I love you, goodnight' when you leave the Great Hall, leaving him to deal with the other Dragon Riders and their teasing. "Ooh, I love you Hiccup, mwah mwah mwah—" Snotlout pretended to make out with himself, the Twins laughing at his act. "Please, for the love of Thor, stop it."

as much as i love seeing x readers where hiccup is very domineering in the relationship, i can also see him as someone who'd love having a girlfriend who is such a stern girlboss (proof: astrid) ! anyway, i had an itch i wanted to scratch with this, so i did ;)

The chilly, small fractals of ice hit Hiccup's cheek often, treading through the cold and harsh weather that was Glacier Island. If he had the choice to always stay on Toothless during the trek to find one of those Snow Wraiths, he'd trade an arm and his only leg for it.

The only things that could reach the brunet Viking's ear was the sound of the grating whirl and whoosh of the harsh, snowy hail and the pitter-patter of snow crushing under his foot.

As much as he didn't want to accept it, Hiccup was losing hope. The Dragon Riders had already split up to cover more ground, it's already been a few days that they've been doing this, and their reward? no Snow Wraith in sight.

All they needed was one tooth to unlock what seemed to be another mystery of a contraption, just one darned tooth! But there still was no result from their endeavors.

He wanted to give up and just jump ship, but he knew, he knew he couldn't.

Because opening the Dragon Eye was Hiccup's last and only hope in finding more meaning in what he loved to do—which was finding out all about dragons.

Snapping out of what seemed to be an almost routine trance he put himself in from what the mindless trek through the snow—just walking, walking, oh, and did I also mention more walking?—a roar had been let out by his trusty best friend behind him, making him turn around to see what was the problem.

"Oh, what is it bud?" He stopped and tried to pet him in concern, but he almost got dragged with the Nightfury, that bolted in one direction, leaving him in the cold, snowy dust.

"Toothless. . .?" He shouted into the mist, but no reply had made it back.

Without missing another beat, he scrambled up to try and run to where his dragon went, almost tripping over himself in the process—in these types of situations, he really does forget he's missing a leg, remembering to adjust the way he runs.

He bolted—well, as much as one can when you're stomping through soft snow that slugs you down—and from the snowy mist of the hail, he could swear he could see something.

It wasn't Toothless though.

Squinting his eyes in focus, he could see a small blob in the distance, laying on the ground.

Is that. . . A person?

A person, who's body type seems to be of a girl.

A girl?

Widening his eyes in shock, he quickly surmised it was probably one of his friends—Astrid or Ruffnut, but he didn't really do the math in his head that Astrid wouldn't possibly let herself pass out like this, and Ruffnut wouldn't be blacked out without her other half, Tuffnut. Running closer, he could see that what he was going towards was surely not one of his own, but a stranger.

He'd made it a dozen steps away from the figure, deducting that it was definitely not one of his friends. Slowing his footsteps, it was like the weather had also adapted to his languid walk, the snow hail that seemingly was about to get worse, had calmed.

It was as if the girl had a certain bubble around her, a proximity that the harsh storm did not dare to disturb, instead adjusting itself for her. Which did kind of sound a lot like Hiccup as well, adjusting himself, his footsteps to a slow manner, soft and careful.

Hiccup was quite alarmed; a girl, passed out in the snow, her over-armor cast aside her like she didn't even need it—Gods, she didn't even have any boots on!

Walking closer to the unknown girl, Hiccup couldn't see her expression unfortunately, her hair covering her sleeping face. Weird however, that her sleeping position could only be described by Hiccup as being cradled like a small baby, comfortable and carefree, as if she was unaffected from the monstrous dangers of the outside world.

Even if Hiccup should find this all odd and slightly uncanny, he finds it all the more fascinating. He'd felt as though he had accidentally walked into an ethereal dream, where he immensely disturbed the ebb and flow of the calming stir that the girl was in, but still, she did not mind at all.

The boy was unsure of what he should do; should he wake her from her calm slumber, or should he just leave her be to gracefully sleep?

Hiccup should've done the latter option, Toothless probably would be looking for him now in the mist of the harsh hail. But he didn't, instead, he took interest on what was hanging off the girl's neck, that seemed to glisten in his eye.

A Snow Wraith's tooth, idly hanging from a leather cord around her neck.

He didn't think it through, no—well, he didn't really think through everything he had previously done that led up to his actions now, but never mind that—keenly crouching over the girl, wanting to get a closer look without alarming her, he had to make sure it was real.

Why would he even check? If it was real, what would he do then? Take off her necklace?

Hiccup didn't have time to think about the answers to his own pessimistic questions though, because as soon as he tried to have such a light hand, only slightly touching the surface of the tooth, the girl had seemed to have awoken, with quite a boiled ferocity as well—severely contrasting from what she was like, mere moments ago.

Hiccup thought he was already having a hard time—walking through the snow of Glacier Island with his snow nipping at his nose and his hands, making them lose at least half of his circulation—but now, he seems to be cruelly mistaken, now having to deal with all of that, but he now had to quell the shock and absolute fury of a girl he seemed all to fascinated about.

You were absolutely convinced that you were the only person residing in Glacier island. No sane person would choose to live here—It's cold, harsh weather bites at your skin every chance it gets, the food that you barely have enough of is hard and tasteless, and the ambience isn't one for the books.

In short, Glacier Island isn't exactly a Viking's dream spot to go to.

So, why in Thor's name is a boy—one who seems to be crossing the boundary of touching a random stranger's necklace—here, especially leering over at you?

You didn't have much to think about, though. As soon as you were out of your calm meditating, your eyes snapped open to see some random boy, who was quite too close to your face for your comfort.

As soon as you opened your eyes, he locked them with his—acting like he wasn't doing something completely his fault.

Maybe it was the adrenaline suddenly pumping in your veins, but you could barely process yourself moving when you swept his feet with your leg, making him fall to his back.

Safe to say the boy was winded, which was good for you—not for him though.

You quickly straddled him, making him stay down, and pulled out your knife from your discarded over-armor and swiftly held it firm, ready to stab.

"Woah, wait a sec!" The unknown boy's shout falls on deaf ears, his quick and agile reflexes making him dodge the stab that was supposed to go through his head.

Slightly frustrated with yourself for missing, you raise your hand and try again.

Hiccup though, did not want to play this game anymore.

He barely grabs your hand, the knife you were holding almost slicing him. Luckily, he disarms you, making you throw the knife far away.

As much as Hiccup doesn't like to resort to offense, he can't really see a chance of the random girl talking with him in a formal, civil way without either of them raising a white flag.

So—much to his dislike—he grabs you at the sides and rolls you both over, now he's on top. In your head, you were understandably panicking—now you were scrambling for any piece of hope that you could escape, but he held both of your hands in one of his, so you couldn't do anything.

Other than scream, of course.

He tried to talk, but was overpowered by your shouts for help.

The ear-grating noise made it to Hiccup's ears, making him cover your mouth with his other hand. Hiccup was expecting you to look scared, frail and meek under this duress, but no—you looked defiant, your eyes narrow and frows burrowed, as if you weren't afraid to resort to foul play, like biting his hand.

Thankfully, you didn't. Hiccup really didn't want to lose another body part this early.

"Okay, could you just— could you please stop screaming?" He begged.

"I know this seems like a bad idea. . . But I— I promise I won't do anything bad to you, promise." He emphasized.

It was quite silly to you even in your defeated position, he was the one who seemed to be winning this fight, but he still asked so kindly.

And who were you to refuse such a kind request?

You nodded slowly, and when you accepted his asks, he let go of his hold on your mouth and quickly got off of you.

You scrambled to get up, getting your over-armor on you as quickly as possible and your boots on.

All the while this was happening, the unknown male was just standing there, quite awkwardly—looking anywhere but at you. You putting on your over-armor and boots kind of makes it seem like you were bare the first time you met, making him kind of nervous about it.

The adrenaline in your veins had started to disappear, the quick huff and release of your breaths going slow now, your heart rate going back to normal.

"So, who are you?" You asked, still wary of the stranger, crossing your arms, as if they were another line of defense.

You learnt that this boy's name was Hiccup. He swears he didn't mean to startle you and start this huge fight, but he pleads to you it's just a big misunderstanding between the two of you.

"Well, you were peering over me like I was some kind of sleeping animal and you were touching my necklace, so. . ." You monotonously respond, making him wince at how you described it.

"No that's not, I mean yeah— but I swear, it was for something important," He pleaded.

"And that important thing was. . .?" You waited for his reply, but before he could reply, you could hear a roar. But not the regular shout of a dragon you were familiar with, no—this was something else.

Seeing something from the side of the unknown boy, a dark figure making its way closer to the mysterious clearing of the cold snowy hail, you saw it.

Another dragon, it wasn't the familiar one you knew, but what looked to be the unholy offspring of darkness itself.

Your eyes narrowed, in a ready to fight yes, but in a sense of security, something you did to feel like you were in control—something that seems to not be helping in a situation you've never been put in.

Hiccup also noticed the dragon making its way to them, most likely to protect him, and he put a hand in front of Toothless.

"Woah, bud, calm down— she's not gonna hurt you," He pet the Nightfury, but the piercing green eyes of the reptile refused to dilate, staying slit and obstinate.

Maybe Toothless was right for staying on edge, because as he was trying to calm the situation down, the girl he turned his back to had suddenly made an odd sound, something bitterly familiar. He turned around and saw the girl with her hands cupped at her mouth to reverberate her shout.

The sound of a dragon call.

Hiccup's eyes didn't know where to look; He wasn't sure if he should keep his eyes on the strange girl who looked like she was going to run away at any given second, or the distant reply of a dragon's howl, bellowing all around them.

"Okay, oh no. . ." Hiccup had started to back away from you, thinking that he really should've tried to find Toothless instead of going here.

"What, uh— what did you just call?" He pulled out his sword from it's sheath, ready for a fight, much to his disdain.

But he got not a verbal answer, only a shrug, and a smile making its way to your face—a delicate, sweet smile, full of mischief. If he wasn't anxious about what was to happen to him currently and his dragon, he'd have processed the thought that you were quite enchanting when you smiled, saccharine and alluring.

But he couldn't because before he had the chance to fly off with Toothless, a large thud had landed next to you, the crashing feet's impact reverberating across the snowy floor, making Hiccup stumble, grabbing his Nightfury in support, his eyes struggling to keep open with the sudden mist.

"You have your dragon,"

Then he saw it. Even though its white, almost transparent skin had blended it with its surrounding, he could still see its magnitude. It was large, something that he'd never seen before.

"I have mine."

There it was. The Snow Wraith in all it's cold glory, next to you.

"I uh, really think you have the wrong idea." Hiccup put hand up in surrender, squinting for the amount of snow getting into his eyes—seriously, what is it with the hail coming back?

"I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"Then what exactly is your purpose here, stranger? To take this land?" Your voice is still on edge, but with his never-ending pleas to be civil, you can't help but be on the same tone as him.

"I promise i'll tell you, but—" For the umpteenth time, he asks you for something.

"Can we please talk like normal, and not try to kill each other?" He hoped you had some semblance of morality, the opposing side already waving a white flag, just in exchange for some peace.

And who were you if not to be the humble winner?

"Sure, but no weapons." You shrugged.

It was quite an odd predicament for Hiccup—the two of you decided that you should let your dragons get along for now, while he explained his side of the story—but he didn't really mind, he had been in worse situations than this, but never this odd.

Here he was, sat down, trying to explain how he found the Dragon Eye, and here you were, starting to take off your over-armor, again.

"My friends and I found this—well, I found it, but anyway—which we called the Dragon Eye, and then uhm. . ." The boy tried showing you the Dragon Eye, but he trailed off when he watched you take off your gloves and your boots. Even if you didn't seem like you were listening, you hummed in encouragement for him to continue.

"Yeah, and uh— We couldn't really find a way to open it, until our village healer. . . Gothi!, yes, Gothi said we'd find the key to open it here which was the. . ." Then the over coat of yours came off, leaving you in nothing but a white dress, long enough to cover your entire legs.

"The uhm, Snow Wraith's. . . Tooth, yeah—" He stumbled over his words, his tongue feeling like it had a mind of its own.

He was trying to explain, but yet you didn't seem like you were listening at all, just trying to get as bare as possible. Which doesn't make him less flushed in the cheeks, his eyes blinking quickly before looking away to other things, then back at you.

"Okay, uhm— what are you doing?" He asked, perplexed and looking up at you.

You didn't answer—a habit you seemed to have when talking to him—only doing so until you did what Hiccup saw the first time that he had discovered you in the midst of the hailing snow.

You laid down in the snow, on your back, and sighed.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm laying down." You stretched your arms, comfortable and lethargic, your eyes fluttering.

If he wasn't sitting down right now on the same snow as you're laying it right now, he'd believe that what you were laying on was the most comfortable surface of cotton, a bed soft enough to rival the clouds he'd fly through. But he was, and he knew that what you were lying on was the cold, harsh, and uninviting snow.

"Try it, c'mon." You opened your eyes, encouraging him to do so, standing yourself by your elbows so you could pat down the bed of cold ice next to you.

"Eh. . ." Hiccup was immensely hesitant. Yes, as much as you were a very persuasive girl with your kind eyes and gentle smile, he was definitely not going to lay next to you if the bed was going to be a literal bed of freezing snow. He was a man with an unwavering moral compass, and he would not be swayed by something like—

"Do it and I'll help you."

"Okay."

The brunet Viking stood up and went next to where you had patted down. He was hesitant, who wouldn't be? He slowly got on his knees, squinting his eyes as his skin on his legs had felt the contact of the icy, powdered snow.

Even with all of his clothes on—plus his shoulder pads and boots—he still felt the harsh burn of cold on his skin. He really is curious how you seem so comfortable.

You watched as he tried and tried again to find a better way to lay down—turning one way then pausing to try another, smiling as you observed. He didn't find any other way than doing what you did, and just laid on his back like you, hissing in the process.

"So, what uh— what does doing this achieve?" He asks, not wanting to seem rude. He turns to you, watching your side profile as you stare into the white mist of the sky.

Despite the fact that Hiccup was literally lying on what he could describe as the literal definition of cold, his cheeks and ears had seemed to find some semblance of warmth, turning flushed and pink at the tips from his creeping thoughts.

He really needed to stop thinking about how beautiful you were.

"Well, I used to do this to gain resistance against the cold here," You blinked slowly, staring into the snowy fractal falling; some of the particles of snow actually fell to your face, but you didn't mind.

"Resistance?" He asked, looking at a stray snow fractal falling on your cheek; he wanted to brush it off, touch your skin, make sure you were actually real.

But he didn't.

"Yeah, I used to do it to make me less affected by the weather, but now. . ." You adjusted yourself, leaning on your elbows as support, making you sit up. Where you went, the brunet Viking's eyes followed.

"I did it 'cause it made a pretty boy lie next to me." Your voice nonchalant as you craned your head to finally meet his eyes who were on you for far longer.

Your smile had made him mirror you; your grin was mischievous and jesting, while his was nervous and awkward.

His eyes were slightly widened, but he tried his best to recover. Blinking quickly and waving his hands to gesture.

"I uh, I mean yeah— that's— that's understandable. . ." He didn't know what to say.

Anyone could ask Hiccup about anything dragon-related or socialize with him about them, and he'd open up like a dragon egg ready to explode; Girls complimenting him though? that was a whole other department—one that is completely barren and empty of knowledge or experience in Hiccup's case.

You could tell he was stumbling over his words, and your smile had grown even wider; you thought you should throw him a bone, at least.

"How about you?"

"Me?"

"What are you doing here, lying next to me in the snow?" You elaborate, adjusting your position once more—you rolled over, as you now lied on to your front, your fingers fiddling with themselves.

"Well, y'know. . ." He was going to say, 'because you told me to?', but Hiccup wanted to try something. Maybe it would make his success on getting to know you more go more to a green light?

"Because a pretty girl told me to." He replied.

You were slightly surprised by this, but you shook your head downwards and sighed a laugh.

Maybe it was because you haven't interacted with other people longer than you can remember, but this felt like the most interesting conversation you've ever had.

"Okay, whatever—" You lifted your head, meeting his eyes once more.

"So, what's the Dragon Eye for?"

"I. . . Honestly, I don't know." He shrugged, smiling askew.

"Well, how'd you get it then?"

"Eh. . . It's kind of a long story," He contorted his face into one of hesitance, unsure if telling you would be fine.

"I've got time."

Well, who was he to refuse?

"Guys, keep looking. . .!" Astrid shouts from her perch on Stormfly, she tries squinting through the harsh fall of icy fractals for any semblance of the brunet boy.

"Can't we just go back? We've been doing this for 30 minutes. . ." Ruffnut complains.

"We heard the Snow Wraith roar and there's no sight of Hiccup anywhere, we have to find him." Astrid defends, Fishlegs supporting her.

"If you were in Hiccup's shoes, wouldn't you like it if your friends at least tried looking for you?"

"Okay, first of all—shoe," The dark-haired Viking corrected the Ingerman, making the latter deadpan at him.

"And second of all, he has Toothless with him, he has more than enough to survive here, so can we just. . ." He paused, finally feeling the burning glare of the Hofferson teen, to which he paused his clamoring.

"Uhh. . . Never mind, what was I talking about?" He sputtered.

Before any more banter had happened, A roar from Barf and Belch had caught the other attention.

"Hey, look! It's a rock that looks exactly like Hiccup!" Ruffnut had called to her brother. The girl pointed to a small figure from a very long distance.

"And there's another large rock that's black and has a red tail that look exactly like Toothless. . . That's awesome," Tuffnut commented.

"Uhh, I think that is Hiccup and Toothless, guys." Fishlegs corrected.

The Twins only look at Fishlegs, then back to the what they thought were rocks.

"Huh, so what does this mean?" Ruffnut hummed.

"My dear sister, I have the answer for that." He comforted his twin sister, before the other's had let out a small sigh of exhaustion.

"Okay, here we go again." Snotlout rolled his eyes.

"Hiccup and Toothless are actually. . . Shape-shifting rocks! Guess that's why we've never seen them sleeping still."

"Okay, can we just stop talking about Hiccup and actually fly to him so we can talk to him instead?" Astrid guides Stormfly to the brunet boy, but what they saw had made them pause their thoughts.

"Uhm, can we also ask him about the girl he's talking to?" Fishlegs asked rhetorically.

"And the literal Snow Wraith next to Toothless that we've been trying to find for the past few hours?" Snotlout shouted in annoyance through the hailstorm.

Hiccup was pretty surprised his friends found him, but he was more busy trying to cover up what it looked like to his friends.

He'd greeted them and stood up quickly, his voice higher by a pitch, and his words seemed to tumble out of his mouth clumsily.

He explained the situation to the best of his ability, even if he did sound like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Everyone of Hiccup's friends were skeptical, and when their gaze had made it to you, they were mostly beady-eyed.

"So, what you're trying to say is—" Snotlout had spoken before the other dragon riders did, Hiccup bracing himself for his words.

"While we were out there working out butts off trying to find one stupid dragon—"

The Snow Wraith had growled at the dark-haired boy's comment, as if it understood.

"You were getting all chummy with some random stranger?!" His voice had raised, but then cut off to look at you.

"A beautiful stranger, at that. Hey." Snotlout's demeanor had changed into one trying to look masculine, to which you lifted your brows, startled.

Hiccup opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Actually, he was trying to ask me for help." You corrected.

"Help?" Astrid echoed, her arms crossed. She was cautious, but she was also shivering from the sheer cold. She wasn't going to tell you (maybe at a later time), but she was honestly impressed you were unfazed by the blistering temperature.

"He explained to me you guys needed this," You grabbed the necklace that Hiccup was trying to ask for.

When you lifted it up, most of the gang's eyes had widened, Hiccup unfazed from the knowledge, only smiling smugly.

"Huh." Astrid hummed.

"How'd you even get that?" Fishlegs asked, genuinely curious as he walked closer to observe it.

"It was this big baby's tooth." You patted the Snow Wraith's side, the dragon purring in comfort.

"Lost it when he slammed face-first into the side of a mountain." You slightly smirked at the thought.

Hiccup couldn't hide his smile when he saw you tell its story. It's only been a few hours, but he felt something spark when he talked with you.

Even with the harsh cold storm biting through him, his ears can't help but turn red and his cheeks warm.

You talked with the gang, making sure that you aren't a threat. And when you finished, you faced Hiccup and took your necklace off.

"Can I?" You raised the necklace up to his eyes, to which he nodded hesitantly.

With slight hesitation before going for it, you slowly lift the necklace over his head and lower it, making him wear it.

Hiccup couldn't move a muscle. He didn't know what to do, but stand still and look over to his friends. Astrid's eyes were like a cheshire cat's, smirking and teasing, already speaking a million words without speaking.

Snotlout looked quite jealous, Fishlegs had a knowing look, and the Twins were— well, not really paying attention. They were fighting over something, Hiccup couldn't really understand.

"Keep it." You said.

"Really?" Hiccup didn't understand.

You were letting him keep it?

You fingers slid through the leather cord until you reached the tooth, hanging on its pendant. You pressed down on it, while also simultaneously pressing down on his chest. Now, that action really made the gang's eyes widen.

"You guys need it more than me. I've only met you today, but your eyes are kind." You confess.

Your compliment made Hiccup fight back a smile.

If he did smile at you, he'd get more teasing from the gang on the way back, and he already didn't want to go through it.

"They tell me you are using this for only good intentions."

There was a beat of silence, the only thing you and Hiccup are aware of is the close proximity, your eyes on one another, your hand on his chest.

"Ahem. . .?" Snotlout cleared his throat loudly.

You shook your head quickly, snapping yourself out of that weird trance.

"Alright, so. . . I'll be on my way then." You gathered your things, the others watching you.

Astrid walked behind the brunet boy, still a little dazed from that experience, and nudged him hard on the shoulder.

"Ow. What?" His voice was hushed, and Astrid's reply was to nod to the girl and widen her eyes.

Invite her back, you idiot!

You finally finished packing your stuff when Hiccup had called your name, making you turn to him.

"Do you want to come back with us to open the Dragon Eye? You helped us after all."

You only gave a polite nod and shook your head.

"I apologize, maybe another time." You start to climb onto the Snow Wraith's back, to which Hiccup pipes up.

"Hey, if you do want to visit us, we're just a few hours Southwest from here," He comments.

"You are?" You finally get on the dragon's back, settling yourself in.

"Yeah, small village called Berk."

You look back at the gang, and it's dragons.

It's been a long time since you've met other people. The unwelcoming biting cold has always been your home.

But, these people seem different. Especially since they had their own dragons. You haven't heard of that in all of your years living alone, surviving.

"Hmm, maybe I will." You shrug.

"See you later, Hiccup." You bid him farewell, before also greeting his friends. The Snow Wraith roars before taking off, its speed making the snowy fractals hit your skin quickly.

Hiccup didn't know what to feel, and he's been feeling a lot of things, especially now.

He has the key to the Dragon Eye, something that might lead him into more knowledge and questions. That was already exhilarating.

But meeting you? You with your. . . Weirdly charming oddities? Now, that feeling knocked everything out of the park.

And something deep inside Hiccup's heart knew.

It knew they'd see each other again.

BONUS ⋆⁺₊❅。

"Hey, if you want to visit us, we're only a few hours Southwest from here, did I also say that I think you're really pretty?" Snotlout was trying to mimic Hiccups voice, but it ended up just sounding weirdly high-pitched.

"I didn't say that last part, and I don't sound like that, y'know?" He groaned, both hands clutched on Toothless' saddle.

"Sure, you do." The Hofferson's reply caught him off guard.

"Great, you too Astrid?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, did I mention you have really kind eyes?"

"The ones that tell me you have only good intentions!" Fishlegs added.

Every seemed to let out a laugh, even Toothless for Thor's sake!

A warbled trill could be heard from Toothless, to which Hiccup just sighed and tried his best to ignore the various jests from his friends.

PART 2 : HOT IN HERE ⋆☀︎｡

might make this into a two-part, still not sure :( (edit: WE DID IT BOYSSS), omg 3 FUCKING POSTS in one day? give me a medal because this is acc crazy 😏

hiccup haddock and his feelings weren't oblivious to you, seeing his dopey smile and red ears whenever you complimented him. It made you want to tease him more.

hiccup haddock who didn't know where to look when you said to 'try better, pretty boy' as you straddled his hips in victory, all five of his senses invaded by the mere presence of you.

hiccup haddock who finally got the courage to ask you out on a date, to which you challenged him in a friendly spar. "If you win this, I'll go out on a date with you."

hiccup haddock who was laser focused on this friendly sparring, but still lost. He dusted himself off, his face crestfallen until you answered his question. "So, what's your reward?" "Since I won, you'll have to go on a date with me."

hiccup haddock who kissed you hesitantly after he asked you to be his girlfriend, his hand cautiously going to cup your face as felt you smile into the kiss, deepening it.

hiccup haddock who didn't take lessons with you anymore, but just watched as you trained, occasionally taking you up on a duel, always ending up with both of you making out with each other on the ground, no matter who won. "Best out of 3?" "What does it matter, we both know how it always ends."

these are actually so fun to write, trainer!reader has been in my mind idk why lol :P also, two posts in one day? who is this girl bcuz this is defo NOT me, prob my alter ego 😏

"If you can't explain to me what your point is without trying to belittle me every time," Your voice was detached, already tired from the conversation.

You were already halfway out the door, your head turned to who you thought was the one, but you suppose not anymore.

"Then I'm not letting myself endure anything else from you."

The boy sputtered, his words meshing into one another, making whatever he's saying into absolute garbled nonsense

"But I— you know that, why are you. . .?!" He sighed, not finishing his sentence.

You should be crying right now. You should be bawling your eyes out, your voice should be raised, ears fuming from fury, but after having to handle your now ex-boyfriend's persistent tendency to devalue you every step into the relationship, there doesn't seem to be any energy left for you to act dramatically.

"I'm leaving, you should cool off." You turned to the outside, finally making it to the other side, where everything seemed to be more relaxed, compared to that stuffy box your ex-boyfriend calls his hut.

"So, you're— you're just going to walk away after all of this?" The boy spat in your direction.

You didn't give him your time of day anymore, ignoring his calls of your name, and other forms of crude language.

He screamed it out to you so you could hear, but you wouldn't let him have an effect on you anymore.

It actually feels like the nearby village people were more affected, their expressions ranging from shocked to offended for you, some of the mothers covering their child's ears, before it could ask what it meant.

You sighed and subtly rolled your eyes as you made your way to the Great Hall.

Seriously, who calls the person they said they would cherish forever an evil, heartless bitch after a breakup?

You were right to break it off. Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, you spot your friends sitting at a table; they just got back from Dragon's Edge, and they wanted to relax back here at their home.

No one noticed you walking in their direction until Fishlegs had seen you.

He called your name in glee, watching everyone's head turn to where the Ingerman had called.

Most of them greeted you, Snotlout didn't, though, but then again, when did he greet anyone but his dad?

What you didn't notice though, was Hiccup perking up at the mention of your name, his eyes going back into the ones you always saw: bright and full of care.

"So. . . How is, well, y'know?" Astrid treaded carefully around the question, but most of them were itching to find out—especially the green-eyed dragon boy, but he'd never let you know that.

You sat next to Hiccup at the table, since everyone occupied the other seats already.

"Well, as much as I didn't want to," You put your elbows on the table, your eyes looking at your fidgeting hands.

"I ended it." You announced with no intense emotion, and even if you didn't notice, Astrid had observed Hiccup's face beam quickly, but then remembered where he was.

Everyone seemed to become less tense—even Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who sighed a relief.

"Finally," The male Thorston cheered, then looked into your eyes.

"You did the right thing, girlfriend." He said with utmost earnestness.

But before you could ask him what he meant by it, his sister had hit him on the back of his head.

"Ow!" He rubbed the part where his dear sister had hit him, turning to her in confusion.

"What was that for?" He whispered loudly.

"We don't even know if she's sad about it or not!" She whispered loudly back at him, making you giggle at them, the Twins catching your attention.

"No, it's okay— I don't really care for him anymore, anyway." You shrugged. You turned to Hiccup and saw him looking back at you, his expression mixed with shock and sympathy, and maybe a slight undertone of nervousness if you looked hard enough into his eyes.

"Can I have a sip?" You pointed to his mug.

"I— yes, yeah— sure." He nodded, and you took a good swig of the water.

"Well, thank Thor you don't—I'm sorry, but we didn't really like him." Fishlegs shyly commented.

You turned to the blond teen, putting down the cup on the table.

"Really?" You swiped a hand on your mouth, removing any of the leftover liquid still taking refuge on the surface of your lips—Oh, your lips.

Hiccup couldn't really hear anymore of what Fishlegs was ranting about—well, he could, but it was all incomprehensible if you asked him to explain. He was too focused on a small drop of water you missed, just on the tip of your cupid's bow.

"He was kind of a manchild, right?" Ruffnut commented, looking to Astrid for support, and the girl nodded.

He wanted to wipe it off, feel his fingers touch even a small fraction of you, but he knows he couldn't. He shouldn't.

Snotlout guffawed at the Thorston's question, before answering it for himself.

"Hah! Can you even call him a man when he acts like how a baby yak would when it wouldn't get its milk?" He questioned., somewhat rhetorically.

"Hey!" You scolded, but you couldn't really disagree.

"He had. . . Some redeeming qualities," You defended, but you weren't fooling anyone. You bowed your head, looking into the swirling liquid in Hiccup's mug, avoiding everyone's skeptical looks.

"Really? So, him telling you your opinion is 'kind of stupid' every single time was just nothing?" Astrid said, her face unimpressed.

You were silent, lips parting then closing again, not really knowing what to say.

"I just," You paused, unsure what to reply. You sighed out a breath of air that seemed to carry such heavy emotion.

"I just thought. . . That he was the one, y'know?" You confessed, leaning back onto your chair, now fully focused on the mug in your hands, observing every curve and splinter on it, doing anything to not look at their interrogative gazes.

Maybe you're silly for thinking of such ridiculous topics, such as true love and the one, but you were young and hopeful.

"He used to be so good to me; he gave me flowers, he used to tell me how good I was for him. . . Gods, he even gave me a ring."

The last part in your sentence made everyone pause with dumbfoundedness, a piece of food even failing to make it to Hiccup's mouth, falling onto his pants, and he cursed to himself as it fell.

"I— uh, what?" Hiccup asked.

"Like ring as ring ring?" Astrid pointed to her ring finger, to which you flushed, denying her profusely.

"What! No. . .! At least, I don't think so?" You shook your head vehemently.

"Well, good! If it was, I'd have to give him a piece of my mind." Astrid replied sternly, not being shy about implying what violent tendencies she would do if your ex did give you a real one.

After that, everyone seemed to air out their grievances with the boy, as if they were relieved of letting that information out, finally able to tell you without hurting his feelings.

Too bad for him, he wasn't here to defend himself.

"He was kind of weird, and I'm the one saying that." Fishlegs shyly commented.

"Just because he gave you a lot of gifts doesn't mean he liked you that much," Hiccup muttered, to which you didn't pay any mind to.

"That piece of yak dung had called me 'sweetheart' when I tried to explain how Maces and Talons worked, then he had the gall to explain to me how it actually worked." Astrid's fist was balled on the table, the other hand almost crushing her mug.

"Ugh, he reminds me of Gustav." The blonde Hofferson had heaved.

"Hey!" Snotlout called.

"Don't do my boy Gustav like that." Snotlout pointed to her as he defended the small adolescent, feeling slightly offended. Astrid rolled her eyes at him.

"El Pollo (The Chicken) was not amused by his presence." Tuffnut had abruptly pulled Chicken out of nowhere, stroking its feathers.

"Wow. . ." You trailed off, looking at everyone, then at Hiccup. He looked quite surprised when you did, his eyes going slightly wide.

You were looking for his opinion, and what was Hiccup if not a good friend?

"I— uhm, well. . ." He pushed his food around, looking down at the bowl, then to his friends, then finally at you.

"They're kind of on the nose with this one." He confirmed.

You sighed, your face slightly crestfallen as you looked away.

Gods, what did you even see in that boy?

"But! uh," Hiccup quickly added, your gaze back on him.

"Maybe you just need uhm. . . A real man by your side." Hiccup cleared his throat.

The others had paused at his words, some even choking on their own food.

"It was his loss, anyway."

You thought about it, and you smiled. You weren't fully jubilant, but you were optimistic at his words enough that you felt cheered up.

"Thanks, Hiccup." Your voice was genuine, soft in a way that was vulnerable, and not meek.

You left a few minutes after that, wanting some time to yourself after that hellish experience of a breakup.

With your sight and ears out of the vicinity, the gang had picked on Hiccup now.

"So. . . What was all that about her needing a 'real man' in her life?" Fishlegs had used air quotes, his voice teasing as a playful smirk had grown in his lips.

"Oh, Gods. . ." Hiccup groaned.

"Does the scene Hiccup giving love advice to the girl he likes kind of scream friendzone, or is that just me?" Snotlout had asked rhetorically.

Hiccup ignored that.

"When are you going to tell her how you feel?" Astrid asked.

"Well, let me see. . . After her whole fling with that guy, I'll probably tell her maybe never."

"Oh, Thor." Fishlegs had fretted, already knowing where this was going.

"He's doing it again," Ruffnut said, bored out of her mind.

"What? If I do, then I'll ruin whatever I already had with her. There's no point, guys."

"If there was competition on self-sabotage, he'd be the winner, no doubt," Snotlout mumbled to Fishlegs, to which the other boy shrugged, agreeing with what his friend said.

"I heard that." Hiccup deadpanned.

"As much as I never expected myself to say it—Snotlout's right, Hiccup." Astrid's face had slightly snarled at the foreign words coming out of her mouth.

"You need to stop psyching yourself out. Even if she didn't feel the same, she wouldn't up and run away from your guys' friendship."

After dinner, Hiccup tuned his ears out all the way until it was evening.

His bed did not feel like it had the same comfort as it always had, especially when his mind was immensely preoccupied with Astrid's words.

Should he actually do it?

Never mind. He'll give it a few days.

And that he did. Well, it was actually more like a few weeks. If Hiccup wanted to do this, he planned on doing it right.

With a few flowers he picked from the forest that you liked (he'll thank Astrid later for telling him) and an invisible bead of sweat clad on his brow, he knocked on your door.

He'd heard the faint murmur of a coming! paired with random clattering of something, before footsteps could be heard getting louder and louder as it came closer.

Just like the sound of feet pattering closer, his heart had complemented it perfectly—his heart feeling it was clamoring in and out of his chest.

Don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up—

"Oh, Hiccup. It's nice to see you." You opened the door fully as you saw that it was him.

". . . Hi."

Oh, shit.

Everything that Hiccup had rehearsed in his mind when he walked all the way over to your hut was thrown in one ear and out the other, because as soon as he met your kind, gentle eyes, it was over for him.

"Hi?" You replied, slightly amused.

"Is that for me?"

"Yeah— I— ahem. Yes, they are." He cleared his throat.

He looked down at you pointing at the flowers, to which he nodded and let you handle them.

"They're kind of. . . Floppy." You commented, smiling at them.

They were slightly sagging from the experience they had when they endured a ride on Toothless while Hiccup held them in his one hand, the wind's impact on it making it that way.

He chuckled at your observation, before clearing his throat once more out of nervousness, his hands now fidgeting with themselves, having nothing to hold on to ground himself.

"So, what's the occasion?"

"Well, I. . . Wanted to ask if you wanted to go out?"

"Sure, where?"

He choked at your immediate response, in which he tried to make you understand.

"No, like out on a— on a date. . .?" His correction sounded more like a question.

Hiccup closed his eyes at how his words may have been the nail in the coffin for him, and now he's ruined the friendship. Gods, now he's going to have to tell the gang about this—

"I'd love to."

What?

He squinted his eyes open, then fully opened them and blinked.

"I— you. . . Do?" He questioned.

"Well, I didn't say no, did I?" You quipped, tilting your head slightly.

Thank Odin's beard, I think I'm dreaming. Is this death? Am I in Valhalla?

"So, when's this date?" You asked.

"I. . . honestly don't know." Hiccup was being truthful. He didn't really think it quite through, only up until he asked the question

"You don't know?"

"I don't!" He lifted his shoulders and hands in earnest.

"You're the one asking me to go on a date!" You were very amused by this.

"Well, I didn't think you'd say yes!"

You both laughed at his statement, smiling at one another. After these past few weeks, unbeknownst to Hiccup, you've been thinking about his words as well as he's been thinking about Astrid's.

And hey, maybe he was right. You really did need a real man.

And he was right in front of you this whole time.

BONUS ⭑.ᐟ

"So. . . Does that mean they're a thing now?" Snotlout asked, his tone slightly disgusted.

He was pointing to the scene of you and Hiccup in your own little world, sitting at one of the Dragon's Edge bridges as he gives you a small peck on the lips, to which you deepen it.

It's a cute moment, maybe just not for the gang.

"I think so," Astrid replied, walking off to her own hut.

"I dunno," Ruffnut's skeptical voice boomed through the silent conversation.

"Remember when he kissed Tuffnut? Maybe that's what's happening." The girl pointed to her brother, who shrugged at the memory.

"Yeah, but that's because he was under the influence of a Changewing hypnosis." Fishlegs corrected.

"So, what? Are you saying I'm not good enough to be kissed just because?" Tuffnut's tone was accusatory, to which the others just looked at him with a confused, yet unsettled expression.

"Uh, never mind." Fishlegs finished.

y'all get the reference of hiccup kissing tuff? if not, click me! bro, this was such a breeze to write, idk im going through a breakup rn too but dw he isnt a piece of shit (but the things he said to me is iffy as shit though) i feel like i wrote this to distract myself from it :DD

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one faced against a dragon and a flaming sword."

Hiccup can't even process if how he got here was real.

Here he was doing patrol around the Edge, when he found a stray Night Terror, flying circles around the Twins' boar pit.

Huh, weird.

The first thing that was odd about it was how Night Terrors normally don't travel solo, especially with how small and adorable they are when they're not in a big group (I mean, just look at Smidvarg), and how dependent they are in staying in packs.

Second, Night Terrors don't really have an appetite for Boars, especially since they're literally half the size of them.

So, what's the deal with this one?

Well, much to Hiccup's surprise when he got closer, it wasn't a Night Terror. More of a cave bat. Just, larger.

Getting a closer look wasn't really possible without making a sound, so when he told Toothless to go a little bit closer, it darted in their direction, immediately taking off, as if caught doing something criminal.

It wasn't a Night Terror, so it had to be an unknown species of dragon that he hadn't found. Now, Hiccup had no choice but to chase it.

Now another telltale sign that it definitely wasn't a Night Terror, like he assumed, was the speed. Dear Odin, was it fast.

Hiccup almost didn't catch up if he hadn't used Toothless' echolocation. Thank Thor for that.

He was thankful when he found the mystery species of flying reptile hiding behind a rock, still seeing the shadow. He approached it as he always did with dragons that are skittish—slow and steady.

He couldn't have prepared himself when he saw what he thought was supposed to be a four-legged, flying dragon, which was instead a girl.

Hiccup was flabbergasted, to say the least. And he could say the same to you, your red eyes flashing against his green ones in fright.

Woah.

Maybe he shouldn't have had Toothless so close to him, because his Nightfury had gauged you as a threat as soon as he saw blood around your mouth, dripping from your chin.

A growl from Toothless broke him out of your staring contest, as it did to you.

Your panicked eyes had morphed into hostile, aggressive ones as you took a step back.

Out of instinct from danger, Hiccup took his sword, Inferno, out, the click of his handle making flame crawl its way all the way up to the tip.

You bared your teeth, a hiss coming from you. He couldn't help but notice your pointed teeth. But the hiss reverberating from your mouth was a nonverbal sign Hiccup could understand and couldn't ignore.

Stay back.

"Okay, fair point. But, I do think I have good reason to think you're dangerous."

"And that is?"

"Well, your. . . That." He hesitantly put up his hand, then pointed to the general area of his chin, your malevolent eyes going softer just a little when you understood, your stance faltering for only a nanosecond.

"Okay, so?" You tried to play it off, which wasn't the best thing you could've done.

"Never seen blood before?" You snarled, your vicious stance instead going to cross your arms.

"I— uh, well I have— just not all over someone's mouth like they ate something." He shrugged, turning his flame sword off when your figure seemed to mellow out the violence on him.

". . ." You didn't really know what to say. He was right, it's not every day someone just has a large smear of blood on their mouth.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" You said after the beat of silence, your voice balancing between the line of curiosity and slight fear.

"No!" He spat.

Why would you even think that?

"No, I would never do that." He shook his head, his brows furrowed as he denied. His tone was firmer this time.

"Okay," You nodded.

"See you later."

You turned away and ran through the dark forest, Hiccup's words failing to fall out of his mouth, the only thing he could do was leave himself slack-jawed with an arm reached out, as if he could've caught you.

Gods, his eyes didn't even comprehend the sheer speed that you disappeared with. Just a blurry figure of yours as it faded, was he sure you didn't just up and teleport out there?

He shook his head.

Ugh, I must be going crazy.

He's sure he's delusional now. It's probably his lack of sleep. He'll sleep it off, then the next day it'll just be a figment of his imagination.

Yes, definitely.

After that night, he'd volunteered to be on patrol for every single shift at night, just hoping, he'd get to see you again.

Hiccup's mind was running faster than he could stand. The questions in his head overflowing his brain, he feels like he'd pass out from exhaustion.

What happened to you last night? Were you that. . . Thing that he see near the boar pit? Why did you have blood in your mouth? Where did it come from? Did you know you looked really pretty?

He choked on his own saliva at the last thought, his fist covering his mouth as he went into a full-on coughing fit.

Okay, that last question wasn't necessary like, at all. But, the more Hiccup tries to block it out of his mind, the darkened image of your face seemed to appear in his thoughts more and more.

Your mouth was covered in blood, yes, but the way you looked even with it was something Hiccup would never dare say to your face, you'd probably eat him alive—that's probably why you had it, too. Someone just flew too close to the sun trying to butter you up with compliments and then. . . Bam! They're nothing but a shell of themselves.

Your eyes looked—in the most literal way of describing it—otherworldly, as if they weren't supposed to be on this earth. From Hiccup's extensive research (a.k.a asking Fishlegs, 'cause he seemed to know everything), there isn't a single case of a living, human person on the earth ever recorded having blood-red eyes.

What Hiccup did find was people having red eyes, but not humans. He'd stumbled across a book of myths and fairytales when he came back to Berk. He supposes he'd have to thank his lucky stars for it because when he opened the book, rubbing his eyes, his body lethargic and ready to read a quick paragraph he had skimmed before he went to bed, then he realized.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖: 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑 ; 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌

𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑶 known as the living dead; a corpse that rises from the grave at dark, lurking in the shadows to shield the victim from their morbid horrors. Do not be fooled by their enamoring glamour, for when you lose yourself to its alluring beauty, it will quickly sink its sharp, pointing fangs into your pulse, sucking every last bit of your life force, even savoring it.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 beasts are creatures of the night, their sanguine-red eyes shining brightly through the dark. There has never been real evidence of the existence of these horrid creatures, as their otherworldly skills aid in their getaway.

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 its inhuman strength rivaling even the strongest of beings, paired with its unnatural agile speed, even a sighting of it is near impossible. This is also due to the whispers from among Vikings that these fantasy creatures have been seen to transform, morphing itself into a bird-like creature, described to have dark flapping wings, with beady eyes, almost resembling the likeness of a cave bat.

𝒀𝑶𝑼 may also denote one of these beings as being psychic, as a handful of reports and warnings over the past millennia have been posted as these creatures of dark having the ability to inhabit the human mind, reading its every thought and whim. So, even if one may have the ability to rival this beast's strength, they cannot get past its intellectual knowledge of the persons actions and decisions, rendering almost every person useless against it.

𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵 these warnings, it is best implored to whoever is reading this passage to try their very best to exterminate the cursed when sighted. Even with its hefty list of advantages, only few have stood against this ghastly beast and lived to tell the tale of how they defeated it.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 weapons and materials that have been used to best the titular 'Vampire' with a detailed description of how to use them are as follows:

Before Hiccup could even notice, he had read the whole chapter after the small paragraph. He just. . . Couldn't believe it.

Now it all made sense.

The creature he thought was a Night Terror, the inhuman speed, the blood all over your mouth, the. . . Immense beauty you had, it all clicked into his head.

You were a vampire.

He put the book away, and lied down.

No, it can't be.

Vampires aren't real.

They aren't real.

He closed his eyes, his fists unconsciously balling as he replayed that mantra in his head, his breathing heavy until he slept.

After reading the chapter regarding you and your. . . Race, Hiccup wanted to see you again.

It's dangerous, he knows. He could most probably die, yes. But you didn't kill him the first time, so what's the danger in that?

"Son?"

A gruff, familiar voice had cut him out of his own thoughts, turning his head to the call.

It was his Dad.

He sat down next to his son, put a hand on shoulder, and asked for a favor.

Stoick, and all his chiefly demeanor, had requested Hiccup to find out the reason for the disappearances of their livestock these past few days.

It's only been 4 quick days, and yet the number of yaks and chickens Berk had been plummeting.

Even with their village's nightly patrol, no one could get to the bottom of it.

But Stoick the Vast believed his son could do anything after what happened with the dragons (and because he had more pressing matters to attend to), so he left it to Hiccup.

And what did Hiccup do?

Exactly that: find the perpetrator.

It was a few hours midnight, the moon's shine the only thing giving the earth a gentle glow.

Everyone in this village was asleep, you could tell—more so, you could hear. Their clamoring heartbeats were slow, steady as they swam in the blissful pool of sleep.

You've been feasting on this tribe's animal stock for only a few days, and you were happy to see that no one seemed to find out who it actually was, the populace chalking it up to dragons being cheeky and letting them go out the fences and run into the forest.

Ah, yes. The dragons.

You've found this village quite odd; they're people are with friendly alliance with the flying reptiles, even turning them into loved creatures

If you had a heart, you'd think it would soften at the thought.

With enough assurance, you choose to not transform into your second form. Your footsteps were trained after years of experience to walk light, feather-like and careful.

You walk languidly through the village, taking your time as you observe each hut, the outside decorations and food intriguing you for only a moment.

You wonder—what does it feel like for them? to enjoy life without worry of guilty hunger, of shameful feasting, of prejudiced perception.

Those negative thoughts were quickly flooded with white noise as soon as it went into your head, your footsteps reaching their farm full of. . . Yaks.

Another odd thing about this village—Gods, what is it with their obsession with yaks?

There were also chickens, though. Well, you were nice enough to leave some so they could make more.

You don't mind, though. All food is good food.

You crack your knuckles, slightly relieved in anticipation of finally eating. Waiting every day until every Viking in a village is sound asleep until you can peacefully feast on your own is a wearisome feat, one you have to endure every day.

Before you can pounce on any of the large, wooly animals, an awkward, firm voice had cut through the silence.

"So, you're also a yak thief?"

You turn around in surprise, stiff as you see that same green-eyed boy from last time, leaning on one of the wooden poles.

He didn't have that black dragon with him this time, nor did he have any weapons.

Was he that naive of you, or was he that confident he could take you with just himself?

"Well, chicken thief too, but not that I'm getting into specifics—" He stood up from leaning, his arms crossed.

"Do you have a death wish?" You cut him off, making him pause.

". . . What?"

"I could kill you with my bare hands. So, why are you still here?" Your eyes narrowed, making your steps purposefully heavy as each one takes you closer to the boy, who's taking a fumbling step back as you take one forward.

"I— uh—" He didn't have any more space to go backward to, the wood pole on his back, its surface feeling cool as the air hits it.

"Do you even know what I am?" You ask rhetorically.

"Well, yes—" He looked at anywhere but at you. Hiccup doesn't think he could look back straight into your eyes anymore. Not because he was scared shitless, shaking in his boots—no. He feels as if he does look into your eyes, he'll end up saying something stupid.

He knows what you are, and yet, he still chooses to face you?

"So, why did you stalk me?" Your voice is firm, full of determination.

You can hear his heartbeat. It's beating rapidly, each thump! resounding through his chest. Now you're sure you've scared him off now.

"I. . ." He trails off, and then he finally meets your eyes.

Those dark red eyes, he can feel them sucking him in. If his life force wasn't being drained by you biting him, he'd probably assume it's from your eyes, pulling him into yours.

Oh, shit.

Hiccup can feel it. The words that will probably get him into more trouble. He can feel them climbing out of his throat and itching to be said. They're already fumbling out of his mouth before he can even comprehend it.

"Think you're pretty. . .?" He shrugged, an awkward smile making its way to his lips.

There it was.

A beat of silence had made it through the conversation. Both of you felt a wave déjà vu—this was just like your last conversation, awkward silence filled with weird replies.

Hiccup thought he was a goner. That the furrow in your brows was because of your indignation, that you assumed he was mocking you, and you would pay for it by that being his last words.

But you didn't.

You could've sworn your heart skipped a beat. Was that even possible? Is a heart still possible of skipping palpitations when it wasn't even beating anymore?

". . . You're interesting." Is all you reply before stepping back, a few steps of space now between you.

"Uh, thank you?" He wasn't sure if you were mocking him, but hey, he'll take anything rather than being dead meat.

You turn back to the yak farm, already focused on one thing and one thing only: Eat.

But you get interrupted again, that same male voice butting in.

"Hey, wait!" He stops you, but only verbally. Hiccup is still unsure whether he should avoid contact with you, who knows what you'll do if he crosses a boundary.

You crane your head to him, a tilt in your head almost asking the question, 'What is it now?'

"I hate to ruin your uh— dinner, I guess, but—" He puts a hand to his neck, almost shy.

"Can you please stop eating our village's yaks? We're running really low." It's quite a silly scene in your mind: a human begging a vampire for peace.

You blink, looking back at the farm, then to the boy.

"Why should I? What would I even get from doing such a thing?" You inquired, genuinely curious about this boy's intentions.

"I— well," Hiccup didn't quite think it through, but he's unsure if he's thankful that his heart made his mouth move faster than his mind.

"Do you have anyone to talk to?"

"I. . . Don't see how that's relevant." You dismissed, immediately feeling weirded out when it was you who was being the one put in the spotlight.

"Well, I'm guessing that's a no," He continued, his reply making you furrow your brows, slightly upset.

"Watch your mouth." You snarled.

He ignored it, though.

"So, in exchange for not gnawing on my village's farm stock, I'll give you a listening ear."

That's a stupid deal, you thought.

"That's quite a foolish arrangement. Why would I agree to that?" Your arms cross as you tilt your head slightly.

"Everyone needs someone to talk to. Even, y'know. . . You guys."

For someone you had thought was irritatingly naïve, they were surprisingly intuitive.

Almost all of that violent, aggressive stance you had held had melted, leaving you only cautious now.

Maybe he was being truthful.

You thought about it, your eyes looking down at the ground, blinking slowly.

"Okay." That was all you said, a curt nod, too.

"I— really?" Hiccup couldn't believe it. And honestly? You didn't as well.

"But," You interrupted.

"I still need to eat. . . Or drink, I guess." You nodded over to the yak farm, a grunt! from one of the yaks reverberating through the silence.

"Well, that's uh— that's fine. I'll find another way for you to do that."

BONUS ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"So, are you actually allergic to garlic?" Hiccup couldn't bear to not ask anymore.

"Do you really think garlic, a literal vegetable, can take the likes of me down?" You lift a brow.

"I dunno, anything's possible." The brunet boy shrugged.

"It made my friend Snotlout pass out when he had to drink it when he had Eelpox."

"I think he passed out from the Eelpox rather than the garlic, Hiccup." You commented, slightly amused.

"Oh," Hiccup said, genuinely surprised at that thought.

PART 2 : WHO IS SHE ​⛧♱.⊹˚

woop woop! okay, this one kind of feels more self-indulgent. sorry ab that! anyway, did y'all miss me? prob not :p i've been busy with alot, but the hiccup x reader grind does not stop!

The meadow where Hiccup said he found Toothless was a surprisingly relaxing place to get away from all the noise and chatter of the Village's people.

You sit on the ground, leaning on a large rock, just thinking about your life choices.

It felt weird to you; you just broke up with your boyfriend, yet you're not getting misty-eyed and sniffling, or feeling that gut-wrenching feeling of sadness and pity.

You suppose that's why you wanted to get away, to think about it.

You broke up with. . . What was his name again? Wow, you can't even remember. Maybe you're just too heartless to remember his name, or maybe it was the mead getting to your head.

But maybe it was well deserved. A year of lousy dates to the Great Hall and a handful of mediocre gifts later (seriously, who gives their girlfriend a chicken leg for their 9-month anniversary?), you guess it was inevitable.

But then you remember his face. Probably a bad time to try and remember faces when your mind distorts what you think of, but you try your best to remember his.

It made you feel bad, yeah, but not sorry.

He looked sullen when you told him that you broke up in front of the Great Hall's doors, the hustle and bustle of the dampened clamoring slightly muffling his sniffling as he cried in front of you. Gods, he even called you a heartless witch when you didn't react.

Maybe you really are the problem.

Then a call to your name had snapped you out of your thoughts, craning your head behind you.

It was Hiccup.

The same scrawny boy you knew since you were children, except now he's grown into himself more, now a full fledged adult, his features chiseled.

You looked around the brunet boy's vicinity, seeing his other half no where to be found in sight.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, walking up to you.

"Where's Toothless?" Your head having to raise to follow his eyes, his standing figure now next to you.

"I let him have some fun in the Dragon Nip field," He crouched down, sitting next to you. Funny, if you just scooched a little bit closer, you'd be touching.

. . . How is that funny?

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" He repeated his question, looking into your eyes, then down to your half-filled cup.

"Shouldn't you be with, y'know. . .?" He trailed off, looking over to the direction back to Berk.

"Oh, well, funny you should ask because we just," You feigned a small laugh, before weakening your voice. Now really wasn't the time to try and jest.

"We just broke up. . . An hour ago."

"Oh. . . I'm uh, sorry for that," He looked uncomfortable, to say the least. He's never been in this type of situation before.

"Thank, but don't be." You waved him off with smile, then looked up at the sky, leaning back on the rock.

"I wasn't even that into him, anyway."

"Oh."

For you, this is just Hiccup trying his best to stop and end this uncomfortable conversation, but for him? As much as he doesn't want to acknowledge it, he just felt his heart go a little faster.

You were never that into him? So, does that mean you're into someone else?

You take a good swig of your mug, the bittersweet liquid going smoothly down your throat.

"Maybe I really am just a heartless bitch like he said." You shrugged, wiping off the excess liquid pooling from your lips.

"He called you that?" His eyes widened in shock and amusement, smiling mischievously.

"Mmm, not really sure if he called me a witch or the other, I couldn't really tell from his incessant sniffling." You joke, looking at him to see him scoff out a laugh, to which you smile at.

You're not sure if it's the moonlight hitting Hiccup's face in all the right places, or the fact that there's a barrel's worth of alcohol flowing in your system, either way, it's making you feel really weird right now.

Hiccup's laughing with you, looking up at the constellations that litter the sky. The way his head is positioned makes you see how handsome he is.

Well, you always thought he was cute when he was younger—cute enough to have a small childhood crush, but that's worn off now. . . Right?

". . . What?" His slightly worried voice makes you click yourself out of your thoughts, you had been staring at him for this whole time you zoned out. Great.

Blinking almost robotically, you shake your head at his question.

"Nothing,"

He does nothing, only smiling back at your languid state.

"You have some. . ." He nodded to your lips, making you swipe your hand over your lips, trying to wipe off what he was trying to gesture to.

"Sorry," You say, a habit of yours you'd hope you'd stopped.

"No, you didn't— let me just," He leaned in to your proximity, your faces near each other as he held your face, swiping the stray drop of alcohol with his thumb.

"Got it."

". . .Yeah,"

You guys just. . . Stayed there. His hand pulled away, but you were still close to his face, seeing every detail on his face.

He looked a little nervous, you could tell—but he didn't pull away.

Maybe it was the liquid courage filling your veins, or maybe it's 'cause Hiccup looked too good not to be kissed right now, but you leaned in.

His eyes widened, but as you closed your eyes and moved your lips with his, his eyes fluttered closed too.

What were you doing? You just broke up with your boyfriend, for Thor's sake!

And maybe Hiccup thought of it too, as he pulled away from you, your body almost ready to straddle him.

"Wait, we can't. . ." The brunet boy looked down at himself, then at you.

"You just broke up with—" He ran a hand through his hair, probably thinking of what he just did, overthinking it.

"That's exactly why we should," You adjusted your sitting position, your posture more relaxed.

"We're both single, we aren't hurting anyone." You reasoned.

Hiccup couldn't utter a word, and you hesitantly straddled onto his body.

"If you don't want this, tell me now."

Hiccup should've said 'no, we're going to ruin the friendship', but curse the damn alcohol, making his head spin. The mead had made him more pliable under your words.

After a few seconds of silence, with only both of your breathing being the only thing you could hear, he answered.

"No. . . keep—" He shook his head, looking at you now, placing his hands against your steady hips.

"Keep going."

"Okay."

Without another second, you leaned in to capture his lips again, moving your body against his, unknowingly grinding against him.

He whimpered at the unexpected contact, but welcomed it anyway, moving himself against you.

You were surprised at how easy this came to him, and how you accepted it—like this was how it was supposed to be.

Your hand made its way to his hair, scratching it idly. You didn't know, but Hiccup just had chills go down his spine.

It probably was the alcohol making you move more fluidly, though.

You pulled away, looking into his green eyes, hooded from the heated situation and the mead.

"Do you. . . Want to keep going?" You said, in between your bated breaths.

Please say yes.

And all you got was a desperate nod, and another kiss to your lips, his hands roaming on you everywhere, then lower.

This was going to be a long night.

The sun hit your eyes, making you flutter them open.

You look up at the sky, then widen your eyes as you remember what happened last night.

Fuck.

You scooch yourself to a sitting up position, seeing Hiccup and yourself fully clothed—Thank Odin—but moving kind of hurts. Everywhere.

Well, not everywhere—just your legs.

You nudge Hiccup on the shoulder, sleeping peacefully on his back until he woke up.

"What the. . ." He rubbed his eyes, still tired—but then he looked at you, then at himself, before finally looking at his surroundings.

He wasn't in his peaceful hut where his comfortable bed was, no, he was in the sunken meadow next to you, both of your clothes rumpled and hair a mess.

"I— uh," He didn't know what to say.

Did he fuck it up?

He stood up quickly, almost stumbling from the morning vertigo, before putting his hands up in surrender.

For fuck's sake, he's going to throw away his friendship with you for just one night of debauchery. He seriously should never drink again.

"I— I'm sorry," He started to apologize in a panic, to which you stand up to the best of your ability and scurry to his figure.

"I didn't mean to—" Before he could say anything else, you leaned up to him, grabbing both sides of his face, kissing him softly.

"Mmm," He hummed into the kiss, almost melting in your touch.

You pull away from his lips, to which he sends a silent complaint, his eyes looking at yours to do it again, but you didn't.

"You didn't ruin anything, okay?" You place your hands on his shoulders, for support.

"I liked last night." You said.

"You— you did?" He repeated, in which you nodded, a smile on your face.

"Mhm."

"That's. . . That's good," He let out an awkward laugh, now more comfortable putting his hands on your body, putting them in their rightful place on your hips.

"So, if we're done with your apology," You let out a shy giggle, then gesture to your legs.

"Can you help me get back to the village? My legs feel kind of like jelly."

"Oh! Uh, yeah. Let me just call Toothless," He lets out a dragon call, alerting the Nightfury of its owner.

In only a few seconds, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself had come running through the dense forest, excited to see his other half.

Hiccup helped you get on Toothless' back first, pushing you up by your backside to help you. You aren't really sure if he was really trying to help or just trying to cop a feel, looking at him throw you a cheeky smile afterwards.

As you fly over the forest, your hands hugged snugly over Hiccup's torso, you can only imagine what would be left for you and him in the future.

"Hey, you okay back there?" He craned his head to say it more clearly, in which you just nodded to him.

"Just keep flying, dragon boy." You quip.

He sighs, a smile making its way to both of your faces.

"Yes, Ma'am."

BONUS ｡𖦹°‧

"Where were you last night?" Astrid had asked, the dim lighting of the hall illuminating your face.

"Hmm? Oh! Uhm," You jolted from your seat on the long bench, your eyes darting to the blonde Viking, Hiccup, then the others.

"We were looking for you everywhere, you just disappeared." Fishlegs supported the girl.

"I was. . . at the Twins' hut."

What kind of shitty lie was that?

"You were?" Ruffnut queried, looking to her brother, who was also shocked.

"Yep. I think I was too drunk to find my hut, and I just went in to the nearest one." You shrugged, picking up your bowl to eat and hiding behind it.

"I mean, I guess that checks out. . .?" Fishlegs shrugged, looking to Astrid, who seemed to be a little more suspicious.

Everybody hummed in agreement, going back to their food.

She was your best friend, and she could see through any of your lies like glass.

"And where were you, Hiccup?" Astrid asked, her voice interrogative, like she was trying to check something.

You suddenly looked to him in silent panic, his eyes meeting everyone's, then yours.

You shake your head vigorously as subtly as possible, Hiccup taking the hint.

"I was at home." His curt reply making the others confused.

"Really? You weren't there when we checked." Snotlout had spat, Hiccup's mind slightly scrambling for another excuse.

This time, his explanation was a half-truth.

"That's 'cause I was at the meadow, me and Toothless wanted to just go down a trip to the ol' memory lane, y'know?" He let out an awkward laugh, to which no one gave a laugh to.

Everyone thankfully went back to their food, in which you found a small opening to give him a look, one that's cheeky, telling you that you got away with it.

He only gave you a teasing smile, before going back to his food, before anyone could see.

But someone did see.

Astrid.

She looked at you, making you slow your roll on eating.

She gave you a furrowed brow, her expression stern, making you pause.

You knew that look.

We'll talk about this.

You sighed in defeat, shaking your head in surrender, continuing to eat your food.

She saw that look you exchanged with one another, and she'd be happy to interrogate you all about it later.

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"Well, Gobber made the second version of the tail fin when I was asleep for— how long was it again?" Hiccup had asked, mid-sentence as he turned to you, sitting on the Blacksmith's Forge anvil, swinging your legs.

"Several uh— weeks. . ." You were honestly surprised you were aware enough to answer, as you were very distracted.

He hummed a thanks, though.

He's been explaining to you how he made Toothless' tail fin prosthetic, but here you were, just listening to him—but none of his words had processed in your head.

Sometimes you're just baffled at Hiccup, how he can be so oblivious to how much he affects you.

"Yeah, and then after that, I just made small tweaks to the pulleys and cables so it's as smooth as possible—just like what I'm doing right now." He finished, his eyes still on the prosthetic on his table, finishing cleaning one of the gears that go around Toothless' tail.

". . . Mhm," You hummed, still zoned out, your eyes zeroing in on his hands.

His long fingers work quickly and precisely at every nook and cranny of the metal part, as if a performance for your eyes.

He has really nice hands.

Not that you didn't know that already; they've been on you for more times than you can remember, and that was enough proof that you liked them.

"Hey." The brunet boy called out, snapping you out of that trance you put yourself in.

"Uh— Hmm?" You shake your head, as if physically shaking yourself out of your slightly impure thoughts, smiling at him cheekily.

He looked at you now, leaving the work he was doing behind him and walking up to you.

"Were you even listening to what I've been saying?" His voice was joking, but there was a tone to it that seemed to be serious.

"I was," You replied, to which he replied with a tilt of his head that said it all: 'Really, now?'

Hiccup walked closer to you, now in between the space from your legs.

"What? I was listening—" You pleaded, his hands reaching your hips, while your hands land on his arms.

"At first. . ." You meekly added, looking down as if you were ashamed of it.

"There it is." He says in conclusion. You could feel his thumbs sliding over your sides, making you feel weirdly tingly.

"Hey, don't blame me! You just had to look all. . ." You struggled to find words, thinking of one that wouldn't make that sentence any less embarrassing to say out loud.

"Look all. . .?" He asked, teasingly.

"I— never mind that, you seduced me," You rolled your eyes.

"I seduced you? I wasn't even doing anything!" He scoffed a laugh, genuinely surprised at what you were saying.

"You seduced me with that stupid intelligence of yours." You objected, poking at his sides.

"Hey!" He stepped backward to retreat from your jabbing.

You laughed, trying to reach him from your perch.

"Would you just," He suddenly walked back closer, grabbing both your hands in one of his.

"Stop that." He smiled.

You were stuck in his grasp; his body close to yours as your legs were on either side of his, your hands in his hold.

If you weren't playfighting right now, this would be a whole other situation.

"So. . ." Hiccup said, his face looking like he wanted to say something.

"So?" You asked.

"Are you. . . Still seduced?" He asked shyly, his eyebrows furrowed, slightly bashful as his words reached his ears.

You laughed out a reply, to which he only rolled his eyes at.

"What? You said it first," He reasoned, his hold finally letting go of your hands, setting them free.

"Sometimes you say dumb things, Hiccup." Your fingers reach the back of his neck, making the boy internally shiver.

"I thought you liked my intelligence." He muttered, his hands now made their way back to your hips, pulling your a little closer to him, your body's touching one another.

"Oh, shut up." You finally close the distance between you, your lips meeting one another, moving in rhythm that feels familiar.

The accidental clanking of teeth just makes you smile, your fingers reaching up to scratch the back of his head, gripping a few locks of his hair and pulling.

He makes out the sound of a slight groan and a whimper, which spurs him on even more.

Hiccup's hands had roamed your body, his hands making repeated slides under your bust, which just makes you even more hot and bothered.

The situation turns a little more heated, you leaning back on the anvil, Hiccup leaning over you, his lips still on your as you explore one another.

Hiccup's body on yours, his hands roaming everywhere, feels right. Like they were supposed to be there.

"Aye! I— Uh," Gobber's surprised voice had made you knock your head into one another, disorientating you both.

"Uh— Gobber! What are you—" Hiccup stands up straight, rubbing his forehead as he pats himself off from any imaginary dust.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just about to get some pliers, Grumpy's got a bad cavity." The blond Viking had awkwardly walked past you sheepishly fixing yourself up.

"Oh, okay. Mhm, You— you go do that." Hiccup cleared his throat as he stumbled through his words, a hand going through his hair nonchalantly.

"Aye, I'll be going now." He nodded to the both of you, to which you thanked Thor he didn't say anything more as he walked out.

"Don't break anything while I'm gone, ya lovebirds!" He shouted from afar, making sure everyone in the vicinity had heard him.

"Oh, Gods. . ." Hiccup's hand had made its way to his forehead in exhaustion, tired.

"I guess that means we dont have to hide it anymore, at least." You shrugged, jumping off the anvil to stand on the ground, leaving a hard thud!

"I just thought they'd find out about us on better conditions," He expressed, sitting back down on the chair he was on earlier, going back to cleaning the gears for Toothless' prosthetic.

"Better conditions being. . .?" You towered behind him, your hands reaching his shoulders.

"Well, me devouring you—on the Blacksmith's Forge, no less."

"Aww, you called that devouring me?" You joked.

"Don't start, I'll devour you on this table if I could." He muttered, focusing on the work at hand.

"What if I wanted you to?"

"Then i'd have to take you back to my home."

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