Chrysalism - The amniotic tranquility of being inside during a thunderstorm

[ Modern AU ]

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Chrysalism

SCHKOOM!

Two sky blue eyes opened to see darkness, blurry vision clearing as the owner of the eyes locked onto the window of the bedroom, seeing lightning fork and arc in brilliant flashes of light. The pitter-patter of rain on the glass and the roof were comforting, soothing even, with the consistency of the sounds.

A small woof got the attention of the owner of the blue eyes away from the window, and a coal furred german shepherd brought its nose up to the side of the bed. A hand outstretched, running fingers through the fur of the acid green eyed dog. In the next moment, the canine's wet tongue lapped at the owner of the blue eye's face, bringing about a wide grin and a small giggle. "Alright, Toothless, that's enough." The person, a woman, murmured with an angelic voice.

The woman turned over in the bed, and groaned, realizing her lifelong best friend and husband was not occupying the space beside her. A lightning strike outside illuminated Toothless, his imposing figure standing menacingly by the bedside, or at least it would be menacing if he weren't lolling his tongue about and licking his snout.

Thunder roared, and the woman smiled, she felt at peace with the sounds of rain and lightning. Raindrops rolled down the window, creating bigger raindrops as they coalesced. Toothless stuck his snout under the sheets adorably, snorting as the cloth rubbed his nose the wrong way.

The woman checked the time on the nightstand clock, finding it to be 10:30 pm. It must've been a few moments later when she heard the front door open, the pitter-pattering of the rain becoming louder for a second before becoming quiet again; the door closing with a click and the turn of a lock. She heard the telltale sign of her husband, a footstep and the small clicking sound of his prosthetic left foot. The woman could tell that he was trying to be quiet, stepping where a rug is instead of stepping on wood.

She sighed contentedly, watching the clouds flash with brilliant light before darkening. Each time she blinked and opened her eyes it was like a new expertly drawn painting of the outside world. As time drew on however, she dozed off to the sound of roaring thunder and the march of the rain. The bedroom door creaked open silently, and a lean auburn haired man stood at the edge of the room, smiling wryly as he saw his lifelong best friend and wife sleeping peacefully.

He moved closer and Toothless perked up, tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Hey Bud. Bit of a storm tonight, right?" He whispered, and knelt down to scratch the canine behind the ears.

Lightning lit the room again, the thunder afterwards woke the woman. Her blue eyes opened slowly to see that her beloved had returned home.

"Hi, Hiccup." She whispered, smiling ever so softly. Her lips curving upwards as her eyes tiredly shut again.

"Hey." He greeted her, kneeling by the bedside just before her. "Room for one more?" She nodded happily, and he went to the other side of the bed, stripped down to his underwear, then reached into the nightstand to put on a pair of basketball shorts.

Hiccup lifted the covers as she rolled over to face him, and climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around her. Their faces mere centimeters apart, eyes locked, and in the next moment lip locked as well.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes still closed, and murmured, "goodnight, Astrid."