I stare at Hiccup, who is in turn staring at the window. He's had his hands folded on the window for a while, mumbling about random stuff and obstructing my way of sleep. He's forcing me to give up my beauty sleep, which is usually a no towards everything else who tries to try. Instead of blowing him up, though, my favour bends towards of watching him doing whatever he does. I considered sleeping on his bed just to annoy him, but something about his keenness in watching the night really intrigues me.

So, instead, I walk up to his side, and give him a questioning look. It's always the same expression, wide eyes and a soft rumbling sound, and always the same question, What's wrong? but always his emotions are different, but always too are they happy when I ask him.

"What's wrong, Toothless?" he asks, patting my snout gently and smiling.

You're kind of preventing me from sleeping, I say. I know he doesn't understand me word for word, but I'm glad that he has a good sense of guessing.

"I won't be for long," he says. "It's not like it's going to come, anyway..."

I stare at him curiously. It? Is that his secret nickname for his mate, Astrid? I used to make loads of names for his mate, but I guess the given name of his is what matters, since he actually cares for Astrid.

I bump my head against his hand gently and croon.

Don't worry. She'll be here before long.

Hiccup looks at me and smiles.

"Thanks, bud. I appreciate it."

Do you want me to wait with you? I ask, crooning and raising my eyes up to a questioning level. Please say yes, I think to myself. I don't have anything else to do.

He smiles.

"Sure, Toothless. That would be great."

I croon, bumping my head gently again as a sign of acceptance. I've never fully submitted to someone's will before. I've never so willingly done what someone, or something has asked of me before. It's scary sometimes, when I think of it, to so unreluctantly do what another being asks, to let one's words control my life, but I don't. When I think of it, I only see one idea, one truth that cannot be changed. My life is his.

Just like his life is mine. We're one, unseparated, connected beings for life.

Well, mostly. If only he liked raw fish and female dragons. Then we'd totally be together. Apart from that, we pretty much like the same things, you know. Flying, eating, pulling pranks on other people, we even like the same music. I have no idea how that could be, but he's a fan of slow, calm songs, just like me.

I thought we could live

Without knowing sadness

I thought that it

Was for forever

And like many things

I was right

And like many more

I was wrong

But it was not anyone

Who judged these thoughts

But me

And thus I lived

For eternity

Without knowing sadness

That's an example of a song that he once sang to me. I tried to sing along with him, but I got mixed up at the sounds I and thought. The human tongue is strangely weird and full of incessant sounds.

I continue to stare at the skyline with Hiccup. The stars are so close to us it's like we could fly out right now and touch them. But I know Hiccup doesn't want to fly now. He's waiting for Astrid.

I watch as a little fire, left unattended outside, burns in its little light, flickering now and then as the cold winds shudder it chillingly. Many times does it threaten to go out, but after every gust of wind, at least some part of the wood reignites the fire, causing it to spread to the rest of the luke fuel and blaze upwards again, its particles ascending into the heavens again, always replaced by new, fleeting blazes that too flicker into the sky.

"You know, Toothless, I think I'm going to bed," he says, patting my head gently as he turns away from the window. "The snow's not going to fall tonight."

Snow? I ask, tilting my head in inquiry. I thought you meant Astrid. Or is her name snow as well?

"You know, the little white crystals that fall from the sky," Hiccup says jokingly. "Anyway, you should be going to bed too. It's not like you're needing to sleep or anything, but-"

I shake my head, drooping my eyes and mumbling about how sleep deprived I am.

He laughs. Lowering himself down to me, he pats my head.

"C'mon. Go to sleep, bud."

I croon, smiling as he walks back to his bed. I don't care how much he's grown throughout the time that we've spent together, or how much he's changed with the course of time, because to me, he is always the same. He's still that boy that freed a dragon and became friends with the strongest dragon of the sky.

I curl up into my usual rock on the floor, closing my eyes lazily as I listen to the sounds of myself descend into sleep. However, another sound wakes me up.

I open my eyes slowly, and hear Hiccup's shivering groans more clearly. I watch as he shivers in his sleep, wrapping his arms together tightly in an embrace that hardly warms him up.

It's that time of the year again, I think. That time when humans suddenly feel cold at night. Weird.

Humans can be cold on the outside, but a lot of times it makes their inside cold too. Dragons are generally warm all the time, with what fire that we hold, so it's sort of strange to hear humans call us "cold-blooded".

I get up, taking small steps as I walk slowly towards his bed. Just like the times that we first spent together when we met, everything was a slow process of getting to know each other, a process of trust and tests that eventually made us grow close. It was these little steps, that allowed us to leap into something so happy and peaceful. It was us, and our small steps, that made a journey that saved two whole species. But even that fazes in importance when it comes to the relationship that we share. He's my air, and I'm his fire. We keep each other alive, one never without the other, always happy and noncaring in company.

I reach his bedside, the sight his shivering body eating at my heart like frostbite. Nothing hurts me more than Hiccup feeling unhappy. Nothing.

I poke my snout on his side gently, crooning and wishing he'd stop shivering already.

Hiccup stirs slowly, turning his head towards me in confusion.

"Hmm?" he asks, still shivering slightly, but his expression joyful to see me.

I nudge his side again.

Want to sleep next to me? I ask, unfurling a wing in offer. It's warm in there.

Hiccup's confusion, upon seeing my expression, quickly melts into a smile.

"Sure, Toothless," he says, getting off the bed. He suddenly stops and point towards the windows.

Hmm? I ask, turning around.

I see the sky, the moon, and the village, but with a soft descension of a blanket of snow with it. Its little crystals and chilly wind blow it around, falling softly from the endless above, landing soundlessly on the ground below, never ceasing its slow fall towards the ground, bringing with it whiteness and peace.

"Toothless…" he says, walking towards the window slowly, mesmerized by the calm beauty of something so simple and elegant. "You woke me up just in time."

I walk up to his side. He already has his arms folded across his body in coldness, but he doesn't seem to mind, as long as he gets to see the snow. His eyes reflect the serenity of the air, the quiet that binds the farthest of people together, as he stares onwards at the falling snow, watching as they drift slowly through the air.

He subconsciously takes a step towards me, leaning against my body gently in search for warmth. I croon in surprise, which snaps him back to Earth.

"Oh, sorry, Toothless..." he says, stepping away from me guiltily. "Didn't know that you didn't like that."

I snort, getting up on two legs and draping my wings over him. Smiling, he snuggles into my wings as I sit back and let him feel comfortable in my embrace. My front legs drape over his shoulders gently, my snout looking down on his face, watching him as he stares right back up at me, smiling knowingly.

"Thanks, bud," he says, tilting his head in appreciation. We stay in this stance, our eyes locked together in a bond of trust that only the other can provide, never wavering. Eventually, he turns his head back to watch the falling snow, and so does mine.

We stay there for the rest of the night, watching as the snow falls to the Earth, the coldness they bring unable to chill the warmth of our embrace. Like the flame outside the window, our fire burns on.

L/N: Surprise! This is the first of the five short stories that I'll be posting for you guys before (and on) Christmas. Stay tuned for more, and, as a Christmas gift, I'm letting you decide what I'll write in the following chapters! Anything from little scenes to whole new settings are accepted. One rule, though: no Toothcup. Sorry. :P