He hadn't realized being alone had been hurting him until he had found company.
Knowing he could go to somebody who would actually welcome him gave him something to look forward to every time he woke up. It was remarkable, actually; the feeling that struck his heart whenever he caught the familiar glint of black scales in the sunlight, and the slobbery tongue that always seemed to find his face no matter how much he resisted.
For the first time in his life, Hiccup walked out of his front door with eyes as bright as the sun itself. He immediately silenced the voice instructing him to hang his head in shame when he was scolded by his father, and refused to feel insulted when the villagers began their usual morning , jeering at him when he passed by. Instead, he occupied his mind with thoughts of the new saddle plans he had, and the different things he would do that afternoon. He couldn't be in a bad mood when he visited that dragon, of course.
When the time did come to pay a visit, it was as if the dragon had forgotten the hours he had spent waiting for it. The hunger would be washed away with cod, and the rest of those lonely moments would be thrown aside when they get back into the sky. As much as he loved flying, he couldn't help but appreciate the little human that once again made it possible.
Of course, this is a time when they had long-since realized they cared about each other deeply.
In the beginning, neither knew what to do. Their afternoons would usually consist of incoherent muttering, growling, and general awkwardness. They were still getting used to the concept of befriending a sworn enemy, after all. Hiccup knew he could just give up and leave, and Toothless almost expected him to, but, even though they might have tried, they hadn't forgotten the drawings in the dirt. If you squinted, you could see the traces of loops and squiggly lines, bordering the matted image of a wide eyed creature idly carved into the earth. At quiet times, when a calm feeling breezed through the cove, meshing with the serene sounds of the pitter-patter of the small waterfall, the two would longingly gaze at the dirt underneath them, wondering whether or not they should risk a life-long agreement with their people over such a friendship they really didn't think possible.
Hiccup had then shaken his head, mimicking Toothless' actions subconsciously. He had made a promise to this dragon, and he would fulfil it no matter how long it took. And so they continued to gaze, the drawings in the dirt giving hope to the both of them.
The hope they had been longing for – the intangible feeling they had set aside, that maybe, just maybe, there was somebody out there who was just like them.
AN: I don't know, but something seems a little off about this one… Is it just me, or does it sound a bit random to you? ._.
Another attempt at light-hearted drabbly-drabbles. Tell me what you think! I really need some advice on how to write happier fics.