Hello! Thank you for clicking on this story! It is a Toothcup story and will be more romantic like as the chapters go on. But at the moment I have to start out slow. This is an idea that I actually had a dream about and I wanted to write it and share it with you all. Please review and tell me how it is and whether or not I should continue. Critiques are wonderful as well. Feel free to critique the living bejessus out of this!

Rated M for Mature

Toothcup: Hiccup/Toothless

AU: Alternate Universe (21st century)

Hiccup waited patiently, sitting on the chair in his living room. He sighed heavily, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was incredibly nervous, he was still so new at this, some random stranger coming in and trying to live in a part of his house. It seemed ridiculous to a lot of his friends, but he was a little short on money and he had a decent sized house that no one but he himself lived in.

It was a beautiful house, a raised ranch on a hill with two bathrooms, three bedrooms, an amazing glass patio with a view of the gorgeous and landscaped backyard, a dining room, kitchen, family room with a beautiful fireplace, and a foyer that led into the living room. He was sitting in the living room, looking out of the big front window that looked out to the street. He loved sitting by that window. The sunsets always shined through that window. It was made up of three panels that made up a triangular type dome with a large piece of wood for a ledge. Hiccup would sometimes sit on the ledge and stare out of the window. Just mindlessly thinking. Not focusing on anything in particular. Sometimes the ice-cream truck would drive past. It's musical sirens blaring and making Hiccup smile. He'd always wanted to go out there, but for some reason couldn't find the courage to do so. He'd always thought he'd look like an idiot going out there alone. Even though he wasn't. The kids from the neighboring houses would always venture out with their coins and dollar bills shouting and giggling waiting for their ice cream. Though the ice cream man would never really take their money, he would always give it to them for free and wink at them. The kids would always go away so happy with their free ice cream.

It was a happy neighborhood Hiccup lived in, very joyful. Tons of little ones laughing about and playing in the hardly ever busy streets. Hiccup loved watching them. Careless and free, just having water fights and blowing up balloons. Summer had just begun today and the kids were out of school. They all seemed happy enough. But yet there were no kids out at the moment because it was supper time. Hiccup looked down at his phone and clicked the button on the side, the screen came to life and showed the time.

"Eight thirty three…" Hiccup breathed, "He should be here any minute now…"

He shut off the phone and looked at the white carpeted floor of the room. It had patterns made into the carpet, like they were sown into the white material. The floor was so soft you could practically sleep on it. The ceilings patterns matched the floor's, with white coloring that matched the carpet and walls, the swirls that were painted in resembled wings of white.

Hiccup had two sofas in the room, both dazzling white with little diamond patterns sewed into the slightly rough fabric. One of the sofas was bigger, pressed up against the wall of the left side of the room, and a slightly shorter one that was placed slanted like against the railing in the far right of the room, where there was a short flight of stairs that led down to the front door. (It was like this because it was a raised ranch that was on a slight hill. Someone would have to drive up the slanted driveway, go in the garage way or go to the front door which was to the right of the house, depending on whether or not you were facing the front of the white house.)

Hiccup then had two small blue chairs with flowers drawn on it, which were both placed on the side of the room nearest to the door. In between the two chairs was a curio cabinet that held little ceramic Dickens houses from the book "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. Then Hiccup had a coffee table that was set directly below the front window. And last was the chair Hiccup was currently sitting on, which was orange with flowers drawn on it.

Hiccup took another collective sigh and raised his hand to run it through his messy reddish-brown hair. He curled his toes in the soft carpet and looked at his palms, trying to distract himself from his nerves.

He had never rented a part of his house before. He hoped that the person that came would be nice, someone that he could be friends with. But he didn't raise his hopes, he was almost certain that it was going to be strictly business type relationship. Just living together, not being friends. Maybe if he was lucky they'd be aquatinted at least.

Hiccup was a very different sort of boy. He wasn't too sporty or active like most boys his age. Most twenty year olds were out partying with their guy friends and picking up girls. But Hiccup was always at home, either reading, drawing, or working on his work bench in the basement of his house. He really didn't have too many friends, and they all had better things to do than be with Hiccup all the time. Hiccup hadn't a girlfriend either. He had always wanted one, but he could never find the right someone to be with. So he was lonely quite a bit. That's also part of the reason he wanted to have a roommate. He was tired of being lonely.

But he didn't want to blow it. He didn't want to mess anything up. He also worried that if he did rent the room out to someone, would they be tolerable to live with? What if they were impolite, or messy, or annoying? Hiccup really didn't have the heart to ask someone to leave. He prayed that they would be at least halfway decent.

He remembered the boy's letter in response in the paper; he had beautiful handwriting, seemed very polite, and was twenty two. He had said more things on the letter, but Hiccup couldn't remember. He also had an odd name that Hiccup couldn't seem to remember at the moment. He racked his brain for a second then decided to go into his bedroom and grab the letter he had been given.

He pushed up from his arm chair to head for the opening in the room that led to the kitchen when he heard a car pull up into the drive way. Hiccup snapped his head toward the window and looked out.

He was here.

Hiccup gulped and gazed at the black Toyota that was parked in his driveway and crossed his fingers in hope of a good first impression…