Title: Would you forgive me if I laid in your bed?

Summary: Hiccup tries to make things better and Toothless isn't having any of it, but when push comes to shove, do they have what it takes to go the distance?

Disclaimer: I do not own, this is true. I make no money, please don't sue.

To Narilyte: It's intentional. Think if it as someone saying they really really don't like something. The repetition is for emphasis, the syntax is just different.

To Just Me: It's not so much about the prosthesis as it is about…something else.

When Hiccup got home, it was definitely evening, and the house was quiet. It took him a moment to remember that his father, Stoick the Vast, was out preparing for the trip to Bog Burglar Island. The house was dark, and cold, and felt empty without Stoick or Toothless in it. He shivered, feeling lonelier than he had just a second ago. Then Hiccup saw that the hearth fire had been left banked, and he felt a little better. His dad must have left it lit, so Hiccup wouldn't be cold when he got back.

It didn't take him very long to get the fire roaring again. As used as he was to Toothless lighting fires for him, Hiccup would always have a knack for burning things (intentionally or otherwise). After stoking the fire, he went to the kitchen, thinking of ordinary things, to keep his mind off the thing that he'd be thinking of if he wasn't already thinking of something else that was ordinary, unlike the thing he wasn't thinking of.

'Confusing yourself works too,' He thought.

He fixed himself a small meal from the house's private larder (most meals were eaten in the great hall, but he didn't feel like leaving the house right now), and returned to sit in front of the fire. He wondered how Camicaze the Bog Burglar was doing. Camicaze was one of his best friends, despite (or maybe because of) the fact that she was a Bog Burglar. They didn't see each other often. She was a chatty Viking, and a splendid swordfighter, and she was the only person he knew who could make Astrid mad faster than Snotlout did.

Hiccup squirmed a bit, trying to get more comfortable on his chair (which was actually just a large animal-hide bag filled with bird feathers).

The Bog Burglars was the tribe closest to the Hairy Hooligans, along with the Meatheads. Hiccup wondered how Thuggery the Meathead was doing as well. He was the Meathead Heir, and he was a lot more heir-like than Hiccup himself, not that Hiccup minded (much). He reminded Hiccup of Snotlout, just a lot nicer. Hiccup often wondered if Snotlout would be just as mean to him if he wasn't the Hairy Hooligan Heir.

Hiccup hadn't heard from neither Thuggery nor Camicaze for a while, actually. Neither liked writing or reading (Hiccup sometimes wondered if Thuggery could at all.), so Hiccup had never sent them anything by messenger bird. Maybe he should send one to Camicaze, to ask when if she was coming to the Summer Festival this year. And one to Thuggery, just to see if he could reply.

Hiccup squirmed again, feeling strangely uncomfortable. He thought about it a bit, and realized why. He was used to leaning on Toothless for warmth and support on nights like this. He stood up and placed his plate on the table for his father. Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry. He started climbing the stairs.

Up in his room, Hiccup felt that empty feeling again as he lay on his bed. He tossed and he turned, but like the cold draft that was always in his room, the empty feeling wouldn't go away. He sat up, and held his head in his hands. He knew he relied on Toothless for a lot of things, but this was ridiculous! Couldn't he do anything without the Night Fury anymore?

'You can walk,' His mind whispered. And that made Hiccup feel ten times worse. He lay back down on his bed, now wide awake, and waited for Toothless to come home on his own. When he left Their Lake, he could tell that Toothless had needed some time for himself, though Hiccup didn't know why.

'When he's ready, he'll come home,' Hiccup thought. 'I'll apologize, and things would go back to normal'

But, somehow, that didn't make him better at all. In fact, it made him feel worse. Why on earth did it make him feel worse?

For hours, he just laid there, thinking. He moved to rest on his side, and noticed that he couldn't even look at his wall anymore without being reminded of Toothless. The Night Fury had always slept against the wall. Hiccup recalled, with mixed feelings, how the dragon had wrapped himself around Hiccup in his sleep, as if trying to protect the boy even while resting. As he lied there, Hiccup heard his father come through the front door, and peek into his room, but made no move, content to let his dad think he was sleeping.

Hiccup thought some more. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't want things to go back to the way they were. He thought, and he thought, and finally couldn't take it anymore. He'd thought about it enough. Now was the time for action. He slept not a wink that night, and by the crack of dawn, he was ready.

A/N: I think it would behoove people to reread the previous chapters. I made some changes. ^_^

I have a question, do I end my chapters strangely? I've just now noticed that they end kind of…weird. Is it just me? Also, do I use Hiccup and Toothless's names too much? I just find it a bit awkward to refer to them by the color of their anything or something, so I'm always using their names.

This is the longest chapter so far. They seem to be getting longer as we get closer to the climax of the story.

Anyway, as always, thank you to everyone who took the time to read, and hugs for everyone who reviewed. :D I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea that people other than myself like reading what I've written. 3