Toothless's POV:

It was quite late that night, and I was unable to sleep as I thought about what the little guy said, or rather, described.

He said he knew Hiccup. But then he pointed at the drawing then at himself. What does it mean?

I couldn't help myself and I needed to clear my head. I shifted slightly, forgetting that he was sleeping on me. And, as a result, he woke up.

"Oh. Sorry." I sighed.

With that, I began to walk out.

He just looked at me.

"I'm just going to clear my head. Stay here please."

With another sigh, I opened the door and left.

o.O.o

Hiccup's POV:

"I'm just going to clear my head. Stay here please." Toothless said to me, pretty gloomily.

With that, he opened the door and left.

I sighed and laid back down.

'I wish he'd understand. Im. not. a. baby. I can understand a pull up or something like that for a situation where your bladder and bowel muscles are too weak. I don't need a bottle, or a bib, or a dummy for that matter .'I whispered to myself.

Soon, I began thinking about how to convince him that I am Hiccup.

I looked at my notebook.

I stood up, walked to the edge of the bed. And jumped off it onto the desk . I climbed up the desk, claws scrabbling frantically. Soon, I was on my desk, and I had my notebook in my claws. I turned the pages to a clear one.

I grabbed a nearby pencil, held it in between my two claws on my right paw and thought.

'Dear, astr-' My brain froze.

'Dear? How do I write that? Its goes like D or was it... No.' I placed my paws on my head.

I guess writing isn't in my head.

What if I draw? I picked up the pencil in my paws and shakily began drawing.

Each line wasn't straight, but that didn't matter. I just needed Toothless to understand, or Astrid.

Once I was done, I stepped back. It looked like it was drawn by a 3 week old, but that's me.

I could make it out.

Suddenly, the door opened.

I was about to show Toothless my drawing as he walked up to me. He just went straight up to me and hugged me.

Strange… He sounded overwhelmed and sad.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. This question wont make any sense if your answer is no." he pleaded.

Toothless stepped back, looking at me.

"I kept asking myself. 'Why do you point?' But I soon remembered . It's something humans did."

Toothless looked at me in my eyes

"Are you, my H-Hiccup?" He stuttered.

I nodded vigorously, grinning happily.

Almost instantly, Toothless sobbed.

"Huh-hic…. HICCUP! " he wailed. If dragons could cry, then he would be spilling buckets.

I nodded again, and I toddled to him, and almost instantly, Toothless brought me in for another hug, licking me all over.

"I'm so sorry." he whimpered. "I'm so sorry!"

"I failed you. You said you trusted me and I let you down. I'm so so so sorry!" he babbled. And he looked pathetic.

I let go of my friend's nose and shook my head.

"It's not your fault." I squeaked at him.

We stared at each other until something brought us back to reality.

A very specific smell.

"Tomorrow. We'll get in control or that." Toothless said, smiling. I gave my best friend a gummy smile in return and, soon, we had curled up, locked in joyous slumber