Hey guys! Someone suggested I write a sequel to TGD,T, so here it is! Hopefully this will help my writer's block~

Anyway, I don't own any of the characters from HTTYD. I do, however, own genderbent Hiccup, Asher, and a few other OCs that will be introduced throughout the course of this story.

Swimming

"Cannonball!" I call, jumping off the rock and into the crystal-clear lake below. It's one of Berk's rare warm months, and Asher suggested we take a swim in the lake in the canyon since we had a break from Dragon Training. Stormfly and Toothless are currently hunting for our lunch.

For once, Asher and I are alone.

My overprotective father and godfather made it hard enough to be alone with Asher. With Toothless, a gigantic, killer Night Fury, it was ten times worse than the both of them combined. After I told him about the infamous Nadder Incident, he hasn't let the two of us out of his sight. He barely tolerates the two of us touching, let alone kissing or cuddling and as much as I loved by big scaly best friend, I wanted Asher.

Asher laughs when my pathetic excuse for a splash hits his face. "Nice, Hic," he applauds. I move towards him and snake my arms around his neck.

"How about a reward for my epic cannonball?" I purr.

He grins and catches my slim waist. Gobber, for some reason, gave us these things called bathing suits, which only cover your most vital areas so your clothes don't get wet while you're swimming, and my skin ignites under his touch. "I think I can manage that," he murmurs.

Our lips meet in a searing kiss, one of the only few we've ever shared. Even if we were to kiss as much as we wanted, I'd never get tired of how his mouth feels against mine, both soft and demanding at the same time.

My fingers catch in his hair, newly cute due to a Gronkle who seared the tips of it in training. My own hair is shorter as well, now only barely reaching my shoulders. Often in the mornings, I am shocked by how light my head feels.

As Asher's fingers brush over the strings keeping my eye patch in place, I am reminded of another fact about my life that's changed. My left eye is completely gone, obliterated in our fight against the Red Death that ended the war between Vikings and Dragons. How it happened remains a mystery. I've somewhat gotten used to my new perspective on life.

We break the kiss due to a mutual lack of air, and I rest my forehead against his. "I know three people who would love to rip your throat out right now," I tease as he draw circles on the small of my back.

He groans. "Don't remind me. We don't get any time together anymore."

"And we used to?" I point out. "I spent most of my life thinking you and Ruffnut would have a whole zoo of blonde, Dragon-slaying babies and I'd grow old alone."

"What about Fishlegs?" I hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Fishlegs is one of my best friends. He's a Dragon expert and only talks in this odd way, like "plus five speed." "You didn't know?" I ask Asher, smiling as confusion mars his features.

"Know what?"

"Fishlegs likes Tuffnut!"

I see his face go red and he stutter, "O-oh!"

I laugh. "How did you not know that?"

He regains his footing and smirks. "Says the girl who couldn't figure out that everything I did since I was five was to impress her."

"So the Nadder Incident was you trying to impress me?" I playfully shoot back. "You tackled me multiple times, hit me when I had no chance to see it or defend myself, and manhandled me to seduce me?"

"You'll never let the Nadder Incident go, will you?"

"Not on your life." I reach up to brush his wet bangs out of his beautiful blue eyes. "You're lucky my dad hasn't found out yet."

His face pales. "Please don't tell him."

I laugh. So much for a fearless Viking. "I'll protect you if he ever finds out." I stand on my toes again to press my lips to his.

I hear a low growl from the tree line and I laugh, whirling around to see Toothless, who is glaring at Asher. "Hey, sweetie. You get anything?"

In response, Toothless drops a rabbit carcass on the ground right next to me and starts a fire on the ground for us to cook. I drop a kiss on the top of his head, and he takes back off into the woods.

We cook and eat the rabbit, and I curl up in Asher's arms when we're done. "You're not getting back in?" he asks, seeming content anyway.

"I will...in a minute."

That minute is spent cuddling and kissing and, just when he's getting "excited," I leap off the blanket and towards the edge of the pond. Just as I'm about to dive into the water once more, I hear a strangled roar from the woods. Asher immediately drops to a defensive position, but a few moments later an odd scent wafts towards us, making me laugh. "What?" he demands, confused.

When I manage to stop laughing, I walk back over to the blanket. "Toothless and Stormfly are mating!" I inform him, dropping next to him. "I recognize that smell from their breeding island, and only Toothless can roar like that."

Asher, whose face has gotten progressively redder, let out a strangled, "What?"

I give him a grin. "Do I need to say it in a more lewd way?" I clear my throat and continue. "Dude, our Dragons are totally fu-"

I'm cut off when Asher presses his lips to mine, not that I mind. "Thor, you're amazing," he says into my mouth. My fingers wind in his silky hair as we fall back on the blanket in a mess of limbs.

"Asher! Hiccup!" Snotlout's loud voice carries into the canyon, making Asher growl.

"Every single time," he vents, reaching for his shirt as I slip back into my tunic. "Why do the gods hate me? I'm starting to consider getting Stormfly to whisk the two of us off to some island in the middle of the ocean."

I take his hands in mine and peck him on the cheek. "They'd still find us. Be patient for a little longer. Things will work out."

"I've been patient for twelve years," he reminds me grumpily.

"Then a few more weeks won't make much a difference," I shoot back.

A confused look crosses Asher's face. "A few weeks?"

"You really don't know?" I ask. When he shakes his head, I let out a short laugh. "My dad asked Fishlegs and Snotlout to follow me around until the coming-of-age ceremony. He hasn't been too happy with you since that little 'display' when I woke up."

He groans loudly. "The gods hate me."

I let out another laugh. "No, they don't. It's just a few weeks." When he doesn't answer, I peck his lips. "Answer me when I'm talking to you," I scold playfully.

He grins. "Yes, ma'am."

We are joined by Snotlout a moment later. "If you two are done with your little date," he sneers, "Hiccup needs to meet with Gothi and Stoic about the ceremony."

I facepalm. "Thanks, Lout! I completely forgot!" I give Asher one last, lingering kiss, ignoring Snotlout's disgusted sounds behind me. "Take care of Toothless for me, 'kay? See you later!" I run out of the canyon, laughing a little when I hear Snotlout asking Asher about the smell.