AN: Thanks to: MusicPeaceAndCheese, Caris L. Clearwater, xxHaleinaxx, an anonymous reviewer, fear Of the Lost and lothing, SpoiledSpine, Genome Soldier, Princess Aelita Lyoko, and others still following!

This one's from Psycho_Gone_Mad~! For those who like human!ToothlessxHiccup, you are all in luck—this was the next prompt on the list. For those who don't like it… Um… Cover your eyes…? Wow, I never thought I'd like, let alone love, an inter-species relationship. Yes… I blame you influencers! XD

Prompt: ToothlessxHiccup slash (Ended more as fluff, honestly… My bad.)

DISCLAIMER: -is still in shock at the prospect of a sequel- Oh God… What if it's BAD?! They messed up Shrek—they could do it with this! D:

Secret Indulgence

Winter had finally settled, biting mercilessly into every Viking and dragon residing in Berk.

Toothless was awake, listening to the howling of the wind, reminding him of his heart that was still mulling over the decision: to tell or not to tell.

Brushing fingers through onyx hair, Toothless sighed and looked back down at those hands.

Damn Loki.

And damn his wild emotions. Why did he have to be in love with this boy, irrevocably and deeply? If he said that he loved Hiccup, he risked rejection, abandonment, and reverting back to his dragon form. If Hiccup accepted it and Toothless went back to being a Night Fury, what would happen between the two of them then?

Hackles rising in agitation, Toothless held in check the urge to ram his fist into the wall.

I hate this.

Forcing himself to breathe in deeply, Toothless continued to watch the sky.

He did miss flying. Being on the ground all the time was insanity in every way of the word. Becoming a dragon again would mean to fly again, up in that big, bright and beautiful sky that was his kingdom.

There was a sound from Hiccup, and Toothless turned his head, rising in alarm as the young man shook beneath the furs. Putting a hand against Hiccup's cheek, he was started by the coldness. Slowly and quietly, Toothless sat on the bed, pressing himself close to the Viking beneath them, worry marring his brow.

The shivering increased, so much so he could hear Hiccup's teeth chattering violently.

Ignoring every command his mind gave, Toothless immediately, but silently, laid down beside Hiccup, winding an arm about him and bringing the younger man nearer. He was so frightfully cold to the touch.

As Toothless remained still, trying his very best to keep Hiccup warm, he studied Hiccup's facial features, not having much else to do. But he was fascinated. In the quiet of the room, he observed the fair and sensitive skin; lashes lightly brushed against the pallid cheeks, and his auburn hair looked even more remarkable up close. Tentatively, he wound a lock around a finger, admiring the texture and color. He wished Hiccup would open his eyes—he enjoyed looking into them, also.

Letting the strand unwind, Toothless wondered why Hiccup had never even been given a glance. He had never given much thought to what he was actually attracted to, but Hiccup's slim countenance had been very appealing and the boy's amazing qualities enhanced his demeanor, making him love the boy all the more.

Disheartened now, Toothless gradually rose; but there was a tug on his arm, and he was shocked to find Hiccup was trying to pull him back down. Hiccup was deep in slumber, yet the cold must've caused him to react from the severity of it, reaching for warmth.

Acquiescing, the dragon laid back down, an unfamiliar heat dusting his face as Hiccup nuzzled closer, letting out a small sigh of gratification. Toothless swallowed, Hiccup's scent rising into his nostrils. Even his scent was unique—a contingent of the forest, the sea breeze, and a metallic tinge twining it all. In every way, Hiccup brought his own flair.

Comfortably nestled, eased by the steady beating of Hiccup's heart and slowly increasing body temperature, Toothless inched closer, mind hazy as his eyes strayed from above the boy's crown to his lips, beckoning in the near darkness.

Again, there was that inner turmoil, but all was a blur, and he softly brushed his mouth against Hiccup's; his mind suddenly woke up completely, his heart thudding, the taste of Hiccup's lips lingering like a softly colorful dream.

Like all moments of joy, they fleet quickly.

It was sorely tempting to dare again; however, he reined his feelings in, and simply holding onto the sensation, a pure eruption of secret indulgence.

He suddenly felt guilty, and Toothless turned onto his back, cursing that he was so close and so far.

Toothless remained awake the whole night, confused about everything.

I hate this.