"Modern myth".
How to train your dragon, Toothcup.
By: Sinattea.
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Disclaimer: Cressida Cowell owns the book series, Dreamworks owns the movie. I own nothing but this AU.
Note: Say "Congratulations!" to all your moms, ok? ^^
And finally, the new chapter is here. Sorry for the little delay, my computer is... well, is not in its best moments, I've been having some troubles.
But things are finally coming to a happy (?) end! ! ;-)
Read, enjoy, review! ! !
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Chapter 26: Trust.
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In other words and contrary to all odds, Evelyn didn't seem to have come to improve Toothless' life in Berk, she'd come to change it drastically, to remind him that things weren't and couldn't be as he wanted them to be. That wasn't her intention, of course, but that's what was happening.
- I think we should leave – the dragon boy muttered, standing up and slowly walking away from Evelyn.
- I understand, but let me drive you home- - -
- No, thanks. We'll be fine.
Toothless needed to think this on his own, without Evelyn's influence, without her expectations. Just him, his thoughts, and the only second opinion he'd listen to: Hiccup's.
Evelyn nodded and let Toothless leave without a proper goodbye; he found Hiccup in the library and told him in a tone of voice that did not accept any questioning that they were to go. Hastily saying goodbye to his mother's sister, Hiccup walked out of the house following Toothless, who hid amidst the garden's trees, shape-shifted into the Night Fury and flew away with his rider on his back, until they reached their coven.
- What was that? – asked a deeply concerned Hiccup -. What did Evelyn do to have us leaving with no explanation?
Toothless didn't reply in the time it took for him to get dressed again. When he came from behind a rock he approached Hiccup with a taint of doubt in his steps, looking rather anxious.
- Now I'm the one in need of a hug… – Toothless muttered, not daring to look Hiccup in the eye -. Would you…?
- Come 'ere – Hiccup pulled Toothless close to him and embraced him tight.
Toothless didn't let go until he felt strong again, then he gathered the guts to tell his boyfriend what Evelyn had done, providing every little detail.
Hiccup stayed quiet for a couple seconds before giving his opinion once Toothless was done speaking.
- And don't you think it'd be a good idea? To move in with her? – he said, resting his hand on Toothless' shoulder - She's right: you could use some calm and commodity for a change. Think of how easy it would be to go flying if you lived in Sunstone – well, that was a good point Toothless hadn't bothered thinking of -. Besides, quitting your job at the hotel could be kind of cool, you've told me many times that you're tired of being a bellboy.
That was another good point, and still Toothless doubted. Maybe he'd lived on his own for so long that he no longer felt capable of sharing his private space with nobody else (who wasn't Hiccup, with him he'd always feel comfortable with, no matter the situation). Deep inside, Toothless' true fear was to really get all he'd ever wanted, only to lose it later in the cruelest of manners. And if he started working with Evelyn, the risk would be imminent.
- But if I moved in with her… I'm afraid I'd have to work with her, sooner or later – he confessed. That was the big question that kept his doubts in place. If it wasn't for the whole "you're half a dragon and that implies certain responsibilities" Toothless would have loved to try leading a normal life for the first time in forever.
- Yeah, right… – Hiccup's optimism kind of vanished. He drew a confused frown - I didn't understand very well the part of "join them". Join what? Who are "they"?
- You see, Evelyn… She's part of some sort of… secret society – Toothless tried to explain -. They're some sort of mythical Greenpeace combined with the CIA… I don't really know! It's people with money, influences and families that have been protecting myths for centuries. And… that's pretty much it. I don't know anything else! And now Evelyn wants me to be one of them? Does that make any sense? – he looked at Hiccup with a very specific kind of desperation, the kind that only wants others to say they understand you, the kind that only Hiccup could satisfy.
Pulling his best solacing smile, Hiccup sat in a more relaxed position, inviting Toothless with his movement to calm down as well.
- They sound like the total opposite of the Hunters.
- I guess… – Toothless admitted - But this is still confusing.
- Yes, but we can sort it out. Don't worry. You don't have to make the decision right now. It's ok.
Toothless nodded, his face the purest expression of gratefulness. He moved closer to Hiccup and they simply sat there for a long time, watching the sunlight flickering amongst the leaves and listening to each other's breath.
After the nightfall, Toothless took Hiccup to his house and then returned to his room in a tenement house's attic.
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The next morning, to Hiccup's surprise, Stoick had woken up early and cooked some breakfast, which didn't smell as captivating but definitely tasted better than both that and its looks. Though surprised, Hiccup ate happily and offered to wash the dishes afterwards.
During breakfast Stoick didn't do any comments about getting drunk, or Toothless missing training (again) or Hiccup coming back home late the night before. He didn't talk about any relevant matters; he even tried the typical conversation about weather, which was either a curse or a blessing from heavens. Maybe the gods were behaving merciful and had granted the miracle of Stoick not noticing the signs or hearing the gossip about Hiccup and Toothless' relationship.
Then, as Hiccup started washing dishes and cleaning the victimized kitchen, Stoick announced that he was going out and didn't know how long it'd take.
If not for the fact that he left on foot, bearing a thoughtful expression, Hiccup would have worried. But there was no way he could chase Toothless down without the car. Right?
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The graveyard was lonely and quiet that evening, nothing but a cold breeze disrupting the peace of the dead. The large silhouette of Stoick Haddock crossed the path amongst the tombs and headed towards the shadow of an old oak, where his beloved wife lied buried.
"Valery 'Valhallarama' Haddock – Beloved wife, mother and friend. The smile that brightened our darkest days". That was the inscription carved on the stone, the words with which they bade farewell to her.
Stoick stood right in front of the tomb, his heavy feet at the very edge of its limit. He wanted to be as close as possible to his wife, but still wasn't going to lose the respect he had for the dead.
Rubbing his face, Stoick's tired eyes settled on the letters that read his wife's name. Drawing a sad smile, he said hi and started talking to his wife's monument, as if she could hear him, and he was generous in details so she could catch up with all the things she'd missed. He'd been doing that for only the last two years, because at the beginning the pain was too much to cope and for long he couldn't drive by the graveyard without feeling he'd collapse.
This time, however, it was different. He wanted to visit Valhallarama not only because he missed her, but because he needed her advice.
Yesterday, in his son's absence, he'd had plenty of time to allow his mind go wild and paranoid and connected the dots one by one. Oh, what a shock it was.
It was indeed true and just as he'd been suspecting/fearing for a while, just as Gobber had insinuated: Hiccup and Toothless did have something going on between them. He should have known, really; apparently everyone was discussing on the matter before he even thought of the idea, but now there was no way he could un-see what was so blatantly obvious. It wasn't just the close proximity in their friendship, their out of context happiness when together, or the looks and the hugs when they thought no one would notice; it was more about the strength they gave to each other what made him realize the truth. And to be honest, he was both angered and confused.
On one hand, he was angry at Hiccup for making the wrong choices again and again and again: why did he have to be all the things that would only complicate his existence? On the other hand he was confused because: how could someone that made him so happy be so wrong for him? And then it was all anger again because Stoick couldn't, no matter how much he tried, blindly hate and deny the whole issue. He wished that he could simply hate Toothless, beat him away and do what was best for Hiccup without feeling the rest of his life miserably guilty about it.
Oh, dilemma. That's why now, more than ever, he'd turned to his wife for advice.
- Whut must I do with Hiccup? – he asked, his big hands rubbing his forehead in circular movements in a primitive massage. This whole dilemma could be very exhausting - Whut would ya do in ma place Vall?
- I think you perfectly know her answer to that question, Gerard… – came Evelyn's voice out of nowhere. Stoick looked at her with his eyes widened in surprise, and she added apologetically - Whatever it is you're asking.
- Whut're ya doin' here? – inquired Stoick, allowing himself a bit of suspicion.
Evelyn stepped ahead and touched the tombstone with the tips of her fingers, a cold shiver running through her body. Then she leaned on the oak and focused her sad eyes on the inscription.
- I've never visited her grave. Guess I somehow hoped that if I didn't, part of me would believe that Valery might come back one day…
His common harshness towards the woman vanished for a second, and Stoick nodded at her understandingly.
- Som' mornin's I still hope she'll show up…
- I know…
- This mornin' was one of 'em…
There was a long, depressed silence as they tried to hold their thoughts and emotions in place, until they could cope with the idea that Valery Valhalla was never coming back.
Evelyn broke the silence clearing her throat.
- So, what were you telling her about? – she asked Stoick.
The man stared at her fixedly as if feeling offended by the question, and didn't respond. It was kind of a private thing.
Evelyn chuckled lowly.
- Oh, please, you could play along – she suggested, a smirk barely visible on her lips -. I'm only asking out of politeness. I listened to half your monologue about Jay, I'm afraid.
Inhaling deeply, Stoick stepped ahead, this time upset for real.
- Are ya spyin' on me? ?
- Of course not! – Evelyn's voice high-pitched. It wasn't intentional, at least. She shook her hand in a disdaining gesture, warning Stoick to stay away - I don't need to, Gerard. With your booming voice even the skeletons in the furthest corner of the cemetery can hear. And they don't have ears… – she mocked - not that they need to.
Ok, that was the tone of voice every woman in the world used when really upset. Stoick didn't need the memory to be fresh to remember it was better to back away and apologize for whatever it was you did wrong.
- A'right! Get it! Sorry. Calm down Ev'lyn.
- Fine – the woman crossed her arms, her chin higher than usual -, apology accepted.
- Didn' mean t'tease ya.
- Right…
With both of them looking in opposite directions, things couldn't get any tenser. Damn! Why their interactions had to be so damn uncomfortable? It wasn't as if they loathed each other, no. They were simply… incompatible. Some people are like that, they don't need a reason.
- So… – Evelyn tried to resume the former attempt at a conversation - About your question for Valery. How, uhm… How did you find about Jay and Dean?
Low punch. Knock out. Those were the sensations that invaded Stoick's mind when Evelyn spoke her incredibly indiscrete question. The man's face went livid, his fists clenching so tight his knuckles turned white.
- Ya've known all along? ?
- Not all along… only since I first put a foot on Berk – seriously, could this woman be any more irritating?
- An' ya never thought of tellin' me? ?!
- As if we trusted each other that much – Evelyn raised an eyebrow in skepticism -. Come on, Gerard. Would you have told me had things happened the other way around?
Raising a fist automatically, and freezing it mid-air because there was no way he would punch a woman, Stoick had enough time to realize that Evelyn's argument was totally valid. Damn clever woman.
- Well… can't argue 'gainst tha' – he gave in, relaxing his tense fighter muscles.
Evelyn had her second eyebrow rising at the height of the first one, notoriously unimpressed.
- If it makes you feel any better, I would've never imagined it before that day.
- Me neither… – the man gritted, his jaw extremely tight and his voice dense.
- Oh, gods, did I sense a bit of homophobia there? ? Don't tell me you are that close-minded, because Valery was all equality and human rights- - -
- I'm no homophobe – Stoick declared, his honesty clear even through his uneasiness -. 'Tis jus' som'thin' I never thought I'd've t'deal with.
- Well, that's great, since I was about to ask you: what if I was like that?
Stoick's jaw dropped.
- Are ya? ? ?
Despite knowing it would be incredibly amusing to let the man believe so, Evelyn didn't play for lies unless they were useful to keep the Night Fury safe, and this lie was irrelevant for Dean's safety. It wasn't as if Stoick would hurt him for his sexual preferences when his hands weren't full of eel. Fine, she was telling the truth.
- …No. But what if? – she insisted, testing the sincerity in Stoick's declaration - Our relationship can't get any worse, now can it?
- It'd be pretty much tha same – admitted Stoick.
- And why is it different with your son? – softening her voice, Evelyn pronounced the question as if she was a therapist about to unravel the very core of the problem.
- Precis'ly 'cause he's ma son! – Stoick exclaimed, exasperated. Wasn't it obvious? - This ain'… common…
- Thanks for not saying "normal"! Your son is different, Gerard, he's a very special boy, just like his mom – she assured, doing her best to make it sound as if it were the most common thing in the world.
- This'll jus' bring 'im trouble… – Stoick ranbled, refusing to listen Evelyn's reasoning.
How she wished to slap him in that very second.
Firm as only she, Evelyn placed herself in front of Stoick, her superiority emanating from every pore on her skin, hoping that would be enough to control this man. If not, well, she enjoyed shaking people by their shoulders every now and then.
- He is stronger than you think. His fate is greater than we all would have imagined – she said, authoritative -. It's his life, his choice. You are not meant to judge. You're his father! Your job is to support him, period. Somewhere beneath all that muscle, lays a big heart that Valery fell in love with. Don't disappoint her. Don't disappoint your son.
That was, definitely, better than any slap, shake or punch in the world. The way Evelyn had locked her eyes with Stoick's when pronouncing and accentuating every word was like a wake-up call for the man. If somebody like Evelyn sounded more reasonable than him when it came to parental issues, you knew there was something that needed to be fixed.
Trying not to feel like a reprimanded child, Stoick sighed, releasing tension.
- Whut should I do?
Evelyn doubted, as if the most complicated question had been made. "This is all yours, Valery" she thought, but her sister wasn't coming to her rescue. This was up to her.
- Your relationship with Jay is healing, isn't it?
- That's whut I thought, but then I find out he's keepin' this secret an'- - -
- Shh-shh-shh – she moved her hands dramatically in supporting silencing motions -. Calm down, and breathe. With that attitude you think he's gonna trust you?
- He trust'd ya! – Stoick accused, kind of pouty to know his son had trusted Evelyn and not him.
- No! No, no, no, no! They didn't tell me, I found out.
- Hiccup didn'… tell ya?
- No – Evelyn repeated, then analyzed the fact a little bit deeper and reminded to Stoick why nobody told him anything -. Of course I had more chances of being told, since they know I'm not going to punch anyone in the face.
- Whut? – Stoick shrieked, offended.
- Or are you going to tell me it wasn't you? – Evelyn defied, pointing at Stoick with her long finger - Who else in this entire city could have hurt Dean like that? You know better than anyone he can stand his ground.
- Well… I… this… Arg! – Stoick smashed his fist against the tree next to his wife's grave.
- See? If you want him to ever trust you, you have to prove that this is not going to be your reaction – Evelyn advised matter-of-factly.
- So whut? I should jus' go hom' an' preten' I know n'thing? Ev'rythin's fine?
- For now. Yes. Keep walking this path until you realize you love Jay so much that you don't care about anything but his happiness.
Looking down in a reflexive gesture, Stoick muttered, all heartedly:
- I lov' him. Only want 'im t'be happy…
- Great. Then when he realizes this is what you feel, he'll trust you. And he will tell you everything there is to be told. You just have to wait – spontaneously, and a little bit unconsciously, since she didn't realize she'd even done it, Evelyn placed a supporting hand on the man's back -. Patience, Gerard. This is barely round three. There's still nine to go.
Well, if there was a perfect way to put a final period to this conversation, it was through the boxing reference Evelyn had just used.
Maybe this woman wasn't as irritating as Stoick originally found her. Every blue moon you could see in her one or two traits that reminded you of Valhallarama.
Noticing how the air had shifted, Stoick looked at his wife's grave, and for a second he could have sworn that he sensed a smile in the ambiance, emanating from Valery's tombstone.
Evelyn must have felt it too, because out of the blue she looked slightly puzzled. Or maybe she was just wondering from where the hell had those moments of understanding with Stoick come.
- And where did ya get all this… mum-like wisdom? – Stoick blurted, curious for real. He knew the woman was a surgeon-like doctor, not a therapist-like one.
- Very slowly, perhaps, but I have learned many things from Dean – she replied with a chuckle, glad to give credit to the boy.
And Stoick hated to admit it, but so had he.
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After calling Snotlout and making sure his dad hadn't gone to recruit some back-up in case he wanted to go beat someone up, Hiccup could finally relax and spend his saturday morning as every geek teenager should: playing roll-play games online. Fishlegs had enrolled him on a mission to get a troll's head, and Aura signed up to help with her elf's magical skills, and they were knocking out the online competition to clear the road to the swamp and track down the victim that would give them like a gazillion points if killed.
Every fifteen minutes or so, Toothless would send a message wishing them good luck and cursing his job that had trapped him again on the weekend shift. "Remember you got a chance to change that" texted Hiccup once. "We'll discuss it later. Now kill that troll" was Toothless' reply. Hiccup didn't need to be told twice, and he and Fishlegs and Aura cleared the floor with virtual troll blood.
Knowing Toothless wouldn't be available until the evening, Hiccup decided it would be a good idea to cook something special for dinner, not only because that would keep him busy, but also because nothing wiped his dad's memory clear like tasty food.
So he cleaned the dust from his mom's old recipes book and got down to work.
His dad arrived when he was still cutting some vegetables and throwing them into the pot of boiling water. He mentioned something about the good smell and sat at the kitchen's table where his thoughts kept him occupied for several minutes. Everything seemed to go normally, until Stoick dropped the bomb.
- Hiccup, son – he began -… do ya keep 'ny secrets from me?
The boy couldn't help but gulp; fortunately he wasn't facing his father at the time, and he didn't notice.
- Why do you say that?
- Ya an' I were apart for lon'. Was jus' thinkin' tha' there mus' be a handful o' thin's I don' know 'bout ya.
- Dad, I'm not a complicated person – yeah, right, he could listen all of his friends' laughter in his head before that pathetic lie - Even when we weren't that close you knew what I was up to. You know practically everything about my life, dad. Of course I don't keep any secrets from you!
Judging by the following silence, it seemed as if the matter was solved. Hiccup should have known better of his luck.
- I think ya do – Stoick stated, deadly serious.
"Don't panic, Hiccup, keep cutting vegetables, he could be talking about anything. Don't try to change the subject or he'll suspect, let him speak until he runs out of conversation. He's hungry, shouldn't take long…"
- Ok, tell me one thing – Hiccup sort of challenged, faking calm as best as he could -, one single thing that you believe I'm keeping a secret.
- Toothless.
The knife hit the floor, along with Hiccup's soul. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a nightmare! When did he fall asleep? Wake up! Wake up! Everything inside of him was going completely crazy in panic. His knees began shaking, he sweated, his sight went blurry, and the goddamned hiccups were threatening to show up.
Slowly, Hiccup turned around, holding for dear life onto the table, and faced his father.
One look was all it took for him to realize that denying it would be useless.
- Ho-how long have you known? – he mumbled, though every single word required from him amounts of strength he didn't know he owned. Why couldn't the earth swallow him right then? He had a good taste!
Stoick placed both hands on the table, fingers stretched out as an exercise to prevent them from closing into fists.
- Long 'nough, apparen'ly – he said -. I was suspicious ya were seein' som'one for a while, never imagin'd tha'… Well, never thought tha' ya two… tha' ya were…
- Dad, I wasn't… Listen, I…
- Firs' I wan'ed t'punch ya, but realiz'd it wasn' ya' fault, so I wan'ed t'punch 'im- - -
- And you did. It was you, right? – Hiccup reproached in a whisper - You gave him the black eye.
- I don' remember – Stoick admitted, uncomfortable -. Was very drunk an' very angry… Thought it was a dream o' sorts…
- Dad, I… I don't know what to say… I… I wish you hadn't punched him… – because if that had not happened, perhaps Hiccup wouldn't be as afraid.
- Yeah, I'm startin' t'wish tha' too – Stoick regretted, because had he not done that, perhaps his son would trust him this time, perhaps their relationship wouldn't be in risk of crumbling apart all over again. The man locked eyes with his son's, trying to communicate his apology through that mere gesture; and when he spoke, he did so with all sincerity -. Wasn't easy t'admit, son, but Toothless ain' a bad guy… I fin'lly understood… He's good for ya, Hiccup.
A gleam of hope, intertwined with the remaining shades of fear, lighted Hiccup's eyes.
- Wha-what did you say?
- Took me a while t'figure out – Stoick continued, his hands still on the table, his fingers voluntarily paralyzed. Not closing them into fists was the only way the man could keep himself under control; Valhallarama had given him that tip after the first time Hiccup was troublesome enough as a child to earn a strike as punishment-, but he's tha reason ya start'd comin' to ma classes in tha first place. If not for 'im, ya an' I'd've never spent all tha' time t'gether, we wouldn' be father an' son right now. You'd've never told me whut ya really thought about me an' I'd've never realiz'd tha mistakes I'd made – it was the hardest thing to admit, but Stoick knew it was the truth, and showing Hiccup that he was aware of that was the only way he could think of to gain his total trust again -. He gave ya confidence, he made ya feel… stronger. He help'd ya in ways I fail'd to all these six years an' thanks t'tha' ya were able t'help me. Toothless is a good frien'.
- But he is… more… more than my friend, dad – stuttered Hiccup.
- Yeah… tha's tha complicated part – Stoick sighed -. Listen, Hiccup, I'm tryin' not t'judge ya but… kinda need t'know why.
Well, that was an interest Hiccup didn't expect his father to show. It wasn't an easy question. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was quite hard to give an answer, to decipher and unravel the complex combination of emotions that had led him and Toothless to their inevitable romance.
- I… I don't know. Well, I do but… not really – Hiccup couldn't help the taint of blush on his cheeks, even knowing he was before his father -. It just happened, dad. We just… bonded.
- Fear'd ya'd say tha'…
- Listen, dad… I… I'm not going to leave Toothless – Hiccup declared, scared but determined. He'd already made the choice to stand for what he had with Toothless, and he was intending to keep it; he wouldn't let go of Toothless, not now, not never -. You can punch him, you can punch me, but I'm not leaving him.
Shocked to see the courage his son was pulling out of his feelings for that guy, Stoick would have needed a stone-heart to break them apart. He couldn't take this away from his son; and he wasn't going to.
- I ain' askin' ya to – he said.
- You're not? ? – Hiccup exclaimed at once, stunned.
- No… – guaranteed Stoick, although it cost him a bit of effort.
Hiccup felt how the tension drained from him body, leaving him without energy, but incredibly relieved. Had he heard right? Was his father… giving a try? It all seemed to be too god to be true; maybe he should get his expectations this high.
- Does… does that mean that you… are ok with us? ? – he whispered, secretly fearing the response. Stoick doubted.
- Well, uh, Hiccup… Why couldn' ya just pick a girl?
- I chose Toothless.
- I know! I know… – Stoick rubbed his face, feeling the intense gaze of his son upon him, demanding an answer - Listen, if ya ever com' t'me lookin' for advice on whether t'pick 'im or any random girl in tha world, I'll tell ya t'pick tha girl, ok?
- That's not gonna happen – said Hiccup.
- I know tha' too! – exclaimed the father. Gosh, he really needed some lessons on how to express himself with words; he'd never been the talkative kind of person, that why he boxed for Odin's sake! This was, easily, the most complicated experience in his life: finding the words to talk with his son - I'm tryin' t'be a good father, really, I try… Jus'… this ain' easy for me Hiccup! But I'm tryin', really…
There was a long moment of awkward silence, interrupted by one sporadic hiccup. Then, Stoick stood up and walked to his son, and to the boy's everlasting surprised, hugged him.
- I'm gonna support ya, Hiccup. I'm really tryin' – he said, and his son's face brightened up with the same smile he'd inherited from his mother - Jus' don' be too frien'ly in fron' o' me, ok? I'm still dealin' with all this.
- Thanks dad! ! – Hiccup hugged him back, tightly.
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He couldn't wait to tell Toothless! ! He needed to see him right now! As soon as he and his father were done with the subject, Hiccup called Toothless and told him to leave HN as soon as possible and meet him in the coven. Hiccup went through the forests by foot, so excited that he didn't even feel the long journey; he simply ran and jumped and screamed in utter happiness all the way.
When Toothless finally arrived at the forest, in his hybrid form, he was welcomed with a tackling hug and a passionate kiss from the happiest Hiccup he'd ever seen.
- My dad knows – Hiccup informed as soon as his lips separated from Toothless'.
- What?! ! – Toothless shrieked, panicked - N-no, c-can't be! What are we gonna- - -?
- Toothless, Toothless! ! Calm down – Hiccup shushed, smiley -. He'd still choose a girl over you any day of the week, but he's ok with us! Or at least he's trying.
- What? ?
- We don't have to hide anymore! ! – Hiccup pulled Toothless back for an intense, prolonged kiss, and smiled against his lips.
After they pulled apart, giggling like idiots, Toothless remained silent for a long time, looking at Hiccup with the most loving and adoring expression flooding his eyes, playing with a lock of brown hair wrapped around his fingers.
- What? – wondered Hiccup, with a feeling Toothless might have something very, very important to say. Almost choking on his words, Toothless stuttered, nervous.
- Hiccup, I… It's just that… I…
- What? – Hiccup insisted in a whisper. But in the end Toothless couldn't gather the courage to say what he wanted to.
- Nothing. I'm happy.
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Another note: Oh, Toothless, you shouldn't be afraid of letting him know just how deep your emotions are. If you feel it, say it! ! But it's never easy, now is it? ;-) Because if it were, well, there wouldn't be a story, right?
I'm so very glad with this chapter because finally Stoick has come to terms with their relationship in a good way. YAY! ! And Evelyn is probably in her best moment, which makes me really proud for my capacity to build up a character.
I guess now we can focus back on the other parts of the story, right?
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