One Night To Our Future

Rating; M for Mature

Pairing; HunterXVerena

Disclaimer; I do not own anything HTTYD related. Everything belongs to Dreamworks, and or Cressida Cowell.

Just A One Night Stand

-Hunter's POV-

(Saturday, January 9, 2016-7:35 am)

[Isle of Berk; The Spot Motel]

My head was pounding as I slowly began to open my eyes and let them focus on my surroundings. Instantly, I realized that I was not in the bedroom of my apartment; I was in a motel room. Groaning a bit, I forced myself to sit up with a hand on my head. My eyes adjusted a little more as I saw the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. 7:40 AM.

Ugh. How much did I have last night? Was I too drunk to get home? I thought as I yawned and prepared to get up so I could use the bathroom, then get back. I pulled the covers off and saw that I wasn't wearing anything under them. I blinked a few times. Why am I naked? I heard something beside me as I tensed up and looked to my right. My eyes widened as I saw a female with light brown lying next to me with the covers still on her. I could see enough to notice she was nude as well. Did I get THAT drunk? Oh, my Thor! I did. I got wasted and had sex with some random girl! What is wrong with me!? I needed to get out of here before she woke up. My father would kill me if he ever found out that I went to the bar, got hammered, and slept someone I didn't know.

Remaining calm, I silently got out of the bed and rounded up my clothes. I went to the bathroom, got dressed and exited. Finally, I wrote a note then left the room. I paid the worker and said that someone was still in there and would leave the key when she went. Without another word, I walked over to the bar parking lot and located my car, then started it up and began the drive to my place.

. . .

(8 am)

[Hunter's House]

I fumbled through getting to the side door, hearing my dragon roar in the joy that I was home. "H-Hi Toothless. Yes, I missed you too. We'll go flying in a bit, okay? Just let me wake up a bit more, and maybe get a shower?" I told my Night Fury. I named him Toothless because Night Furies have retractable teeth. My dragon is in the Strike Class, and one of the rarest dragons around. Toothless and I became the best of friends when I was fifteen-years-old. I swear Toothless is me; just as a dragon, which was hilarious to me and my small gaggle of friends. I've known them all for years, well, except for two of them. I primarily live in this house myself, but my dad owns it. I assumed he was at work right now, which was good because I needed a shower, and perhaps some coffee. A shower first and foremost, though. Once inside the house; I made my way towards my room and flopped on the bed. My phone started ringing.

"Ugh!" I grumbled as I reached for it, the pressed answer and put it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Are you just now waking up, Hunter?" bellowed a male voice on the other end. Fuck; it was my dad, Salvatore Haddock.

"Hey, Dad. Good morning to you too," I mumbled a little.

"It's 8:05 in the morning! Did you forget you have work? You're about to take over the academy, and you can even manage to get up on time?!"

"Oh, my Gods, Dad. Lay off, would you? I'm sorry. I've had a few shitty months, okay? You didn't make matters better last night. So, I'm sorry if I decided to sleep in a little longer than usual before I have to spend all my time being there and working. I didn't forget I have work today; my shift doesn't technically start until 9 am," I retorted, and heard the man sigh on the other end.

"Look. I know it's been hard with-,"

"Do not go there with me right now; I don't need the fucking reminder of the two worst days in my entire life, okay? Now, if you don't mind, father; I'm going to take a shower, have some coffee and breakfast, then I will be there," I ended the call before he could say another word. I grabbed a new set of clothes and moved into the bathroom. I got the water going, stripped down and stepped in while closing the curtain. I let the water wash over me as I took in a deep breath, then released it with my eyes closed. I suddenly remembered why I'd gone to the bar in the first place; it was because everything started piling up and I just wanted a little time to myself to calm down and relax without worrying about a damn thing.

/Flashback; 1-8-16/

"Hunter!" my father called. I sighed as I left my bedroom and found my father in his office.

"You yelled for me?" I replied with an unamused look.

"Son, you're almost twenty-four now. I think it's time for you to take over the academy," he began.

"Come on, Dad. Not this again. I don't want to be manager…I enjoy my job as the Strike-Class trainer," I reminded.

"Nevermind, Hunter. It's a family-run business, and you, son, are next for that position. When you have a son or daughter; I hope you will give it to them when you're ready to retire. As it stands; I am about to be fifty-four-years-old and prepared to hand the reigns over to you," Salvatore continued as I groaned heavily.

"Don't most people retire at sixty or older? You got plenty of years left in you to keep managing this place before you give it to me. I'm turning twenty-four at the end of next month. I don't want to take over yet; I'm not ready to!" I protested.

"Oh, you're fine, son. Come on. You watched your mother, and I build the Berk Dragon Training Academy from the ground up. You know that place inside and out, and it's not like I'm leaving completely. I'm still the owner and sign the checks. You're just gonna handle meetings, scheduling, the books, etc." Salvatore affirmed. I groaned again. I didn't want this. "It's a new year, and now that your mother is gone…Well, I'd like to retire early-,"

My eyes widened a little; then I got mad. "I get it now. You can stand to be there now that mom is dead. That's why you want me to take over, so you don't have to go there every day and remember that you did it all because it's what mom wanted. Great. Got it," I rolled my eyes.

"It's hard for me, Hunter. Your mother and I started that place after we got married because it was her dream. With her gone; it just doesn't feel right to keep managing it myself," Salvatore admitted.

"And you think this is easy for me? Knowing that my mom is dead, and has been since July? Oh, let's not forget what else I'm dealing with. You know, right? The fact the woman I was engaged to and going to marry was cheating on me with one of my best friends?" I glared as Salvatore winced a bit, sighing. "Of course, you don't care. It's all about you, Dad. You don't give a shit that I'm suffering heartbreak too, and more than just losing mom!" I'm so sick and tired of talking to you but never being understood or heard! I'm sick and tired of my feelings not mattering to you!" I quickly turned and stormed off.

. . .

(10:30 pm)

[Dragon's Edge Bar]

I typically wasn't one to go out and drink to forget about my problems, but hey; I felt like this was one of those times that I should. I knew my father would have me own and manage the Berk Dragon training Academy one day, but I didn't think it would be when I was only twenty-three-years-old. And on the reasoning that it's hard for him to do it after losing mom? My mother developed a cancerous tumor in her heart, and even with all we did to try and shrink the thing for a surgical removal; my mother didn't make it that far. Just this past July, she passed away peacefully in her hospital bed. As if that hadn't been bad enough; the woman I've been with for two and a half years and had proposed to on Christmas was caught in bed with one of my good friends, Eric Trapp. I went over to Rosanna's place to check on because she said she had been sick and I found her cheating on me with Eric. I didn't say anything; I just left and hadn't spoken to either of them since it happened a week ago. I can't bring myself to, and I feel like nobody blames me for wanting to keep my distance. I just lost my mom, now the woman who I believed was the love of my life? Why did the Gods hate me?

I've been at the bar since 9:45 pm. A bit late to go out for drinks, but hey, what did I honestly care. I didn't want to talk to my father right now. Mom is gone. Rosanna is Thor only knows where probably with Eric again. Nobody knows what happened between Rosanna and me; I didn't tell anyone what went down. I just said that she had second thoughts and said we needed some space apart. My father and unofficial uncle, Gregory Forger, knew the truth. Gregory and my father have been best friends since High School; the man is my legal Godfather. I do have an aunt, uncle, and two cousins. My grandparents on both sides of the family are dead. I've known most of my friends since we were kids in first grade. Alyssa Hofferson, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Ford Ingerman, blonde hair, and green eyes. Raelyn and Travis Thorston; both have pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Now, Heather and Devon Bazirk are two people I met when I was sixteen. Heather is my age, but her brother is about three years older than her. They moved to Berk from Berserker Island after their father passed away from a car accident. Heather and Alyssa are best friends. I get along pretty well with Devon; he considers me as a little brother.

Rosanna Falk, my former fiance, is someone I met through the academy; she bonded to a female Singletail that she named Scarlet, and I helped her train the dragon when she had trouble. We had been friends in the beginning, then began dating when I was twenty. Eric Trapp is another friend I met at the Berk Dragon Training Academy; he was the Tidal Class Trainer initially, but as of last week after being caught with Rosanna by me; he quit. Literally; the guy just didn't show up for work or answer our attempts to reach him. I'm sure he was going for quitting, but three no call/no shows are instant termination, so Eric is fired. All of my friends work at the academy because we primarily all bonded to our dragons at the same time. Either way, at this point of the night; I've had a few drinks. I don't even remember what they've all been, but I don't see how that mattered. I was sitting next to some girl who was either my age or a little younger; I knew she had to be at least twenty-one, or she wouldn't be drinking in a bar. The female had chocolate brown eyes and light brown hair, some freckles on her cheeks, and nose. Her hair was in a single braid going down her back. Me, I kept my hood up and minded my own business. I didn't come here for girls; just to relax and forget about everything for a bit.

I watched this girl get up and stagger a little to find her footing to walk. Once she was out of sight, I turned my attention back to my now empty drink. I considered getting another one, but maybe I should stop.

"Please, let go," I heard a voice. I turned to see the girl I'd been sitting next to being held by a guy. I could tell she was scared and unable to get away from these guys who were hitting on her. I had to do something, right? Curse my kind nature. I slapped thirty-five dollars down on the bar for my drinks, and a tip to the bartender then approached the altercation calmly. I pulled my hood off first, then wrapped my hand around the girl's waist.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend," I demanded.

"She ain't yours," replied the older guy.

"Says who?" I remarked.

"You just showed up," stated another.

"I was at the bar with my hood up sitting next to her. She's mine, so screw off," I countered.

"Prove it," one man challenged. I shot the girl a look that said play along, and before she could contemplate what I meant; I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. She melted into it and kissed me back. I deepened the action by sliding my tongue into her mouth and running it over hers. We were making out in the middle of the room in front of the table where those other guys were. Her body adjusted, so her chest was against mind and wrapping her arms around my shoulder and behind my head.

"Ugh, okay. Get a room," the male groaned. I couldn't believe I'd kissed this girl, and moreover; I can't even consider the fact as to why I'm enjoying it so much! Not even a week has passed since my now ex-fiancee had cheated on me with a good friend. I broke the kiss and pulled the girl out, continuing the act we were a thing and after rounding the corner; I went in for more, pressing her against the building and picking up the kissing where it left off inside the bar. Time slipped away before I heard something escape her lips as I was kissing her neck.

"I want you," I grabbed her hand with a smile.

"I know where we can go," I informed, then pulled her along with me across the street and down three buildings to The Spot. It's a motel where a lot of drunks went to pass out until morning, or men who got wasted and were getting laid by an equally hammered female. Once past the doors of the motel, I held out my hand as the clerk gave me a room key. Quickly glancing at the destination of the room, I guided the girl down the hall while fumbling with the key to get it into the slot while making out with the woman. I had her pressed against the door, one of my hands going up her shirt. The door gave way as we fell inside, but I made sure we didn't trip and hit the ground. I shut the door behind me, knowing it would lock. I walked forward, working the girl's coat off and pushing her back on the bed gently. I crawled over and kissed her deeply as we began to shuck off our clothing to the floor carelessly. Our hands wondered one another's bodies, the fire raging between.

Gods, I couldn't explain it; I wanted her. Something drew me help her tonight, and I didn't know what, but I wanted this with her tonight. I wanted to be with her, and it seemed she wanted the same, so I saw no reason why either of us should stop and deny ourselves what we were apparently craving.

/End Flashback/

I opened my eyes and finished my shower, then shut off the water. I stepped out and grabbed the towel to dry myself. Once that was done; I dressed and exited the bathroom. I checked the time on my phone; seeing a few missed calls and texts from my dad. I wasn't ready to deal with him yet. I moved to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, then some cereal from the cupboard. I got the milk and poured myself a little. I put the container back, then got a spoon. Yeah, I slept with a complete stranger, but whatever, right? I mean; she was cute, but why did that matter? I just couldn't figure out why I had a burning need for her last night. It didn't make sense why I'd want someone so badly; I wonder if it's because I was dealing with the breakup? Rosanna had been the only person I slept with for two and a half years, but before Rosanna…I'd had other lovers. The first time I had sex I was seventeen. Oh well, I guess it didn't matter much; it's not like I'd ever see this woman again. Last night was just a one night stand.