"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: Ok, so here are the whys: my job is absorbing me like crazy, my computers (laptop and desktop) super broke (stupid viruses! !), I did manage to finish my Toothless hoodie (with wings and tail and everything! !) and wore it when I went to the cinema to watch HtTyD 2 for the first time! ! I laughed, cried, enjoyed, suffered, felt... Oh, my FEELS! ! ! ! !
And of course, here is my glorious return! Or at least I attempt to make it glorious. I did try, I swear. My FEELS! ! ! !
Now read, read, read, my dears, feed your Toothcup thirst! ! !
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Chapter 27: Liberation.
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First things first, of course; as soon as monday arrived Hiccup and Toothless had to go and share the good news with their friends. Aura, Ruffnut and Astrid, to their very own surprise, fangirled hard. Fishlegs celebrated for his friends' good luck. Snotlout couldn't help but formulate alien-abduction theories with Tuffnut's help, because he would have never imagined that uncle Stoick wouldn't… well, kill something when finding that out.
- I guess things are finally going right for you two – said Astrid, happy for them. Who would have thought that now she got along with Toothless so well that she'd turned from jealous ex-girlfriend into biggest fan… kind of.
- Bet now you two are gonna get all romantic, like, all the time – sniggered Ruffnut.
Hiccup blushed bright red, but Toothless smirked unimpressed.
- And I bet you'd like to see that – he replied mischievously.
Ruffnut tried to come up with some clever counterattack, but she couldn't think of any! Swallowing her attempt at words, this time she was the one to turn red.
- Damn you Night! – she yelled.
- You're so embarrassing me – complained Tuffnut.
- You're so embarrassing all of us – groaned Snotlout.
- Oh, calm down, it's no big deal – interfered Hiccup.
- It is for me – Toothless mumbled to his ear.
- For me too, but we're trying to prove them nothing will change – he mumbled back.
Everybody around looked at them with expressions that read: We can hear you.
- Guys, I think everything changed since the moment you first sat at our table – said Fishlegs, staring fixedly at Toothless -. But it's a good change, like when you guys – he pointed at the four Vikings of the group - sat at our table. Remember?
- I do – smiled Astrid -, and we're all happy for you two. Is gonna be weird as hell… nah, it is already, but we are happy for you two – she looked around as if to make sure her friends shared her mind, and noticed Snotlout wasn't as excited as everyone else. Well, it wasn't such big deal, he'd actually been a lot cooler than everybody expected with the whole Hiccup-is-with-Toothless matter ever since they found out; if he needed a bit of time to adjust right now, nobody would blame him. Still, Astrid prompted -. Right Snotlout?
- Uh? – he mumbled in surprise, then added with tiny sarcasm - Yeah, yeah… super happy. Euphoric.
- You know what that word means? – teased Aura, exchanging entertained looks with Astrid.
- 'Course I do! Wouldn't use it if I didn't! – he leaned closer to Tuffnut and whispered to him - It means happy, right?
- What do I know? – grumbled Tuffnut.
Everyone rolled their eyes, holding their laughter back. Ruffnut face-palmed in utter shame.
- You're sooo embarrassing me, you belchin' worm.
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So now their friends were up to date, and they were all celebrating for them. That was a good thing, but there was still one tiny detail to fix.
It was time for the truth.
Toothless had been purposely missing his fighting lessons at Stoick's gym, and it was about time he resumed where he'd left. There was no point in avoiding the man, anyways, now that he fully knew that Toothless kept a relationship with his only son.
- Come on, Toothless, you can do it – said Hiccup as he pushed a terrified Toothless by his back and towards the gym's entrance.
- You know, we don't have to do it today… or tomorrow…
- You said you were ready – argued Hiccup, still pushing.
If Toothless were a cat this would be the moment where he arches his back, hisses and runs away. Actually, if he were in his dragon form that's exactly what he would do.
- I changed my mind: I can't do it! – Toothless dug his heels on the ground, making every attempt of Hiccup to push him forward useless.
Seeing how he wasn't getting any further, Hiccup let go of the black-haired boy, stomped his feet and pouted very childishly.
- Toothless!
- Hiccup! – he pouted back, adding a bit of worry and terror to his expression.
And then Toothless did the puppy eyes; unintentional, honest and irresistible puppy eyes. Hiccup struggled against his need to hug and spoil those eyes.
- Come on, Toothless. Show your courage, you can do this.
Pressing his lips in a thin line, his eyes bigger and brighter than ever, Toothless shook his head in vehement negation. Hiccup sighed, resting his hand on Toothless' cheek.
- You have to talk with my dad. This means a lot to me.
- I know but… I…
- You're nervous? – Hiccup rubbed his thumb lovingly against Toothless' face.
- Terrified – he gulped -. And that doesn't even begin to describe it…
- Everything's gonna be fine – assured Hiccup -. He said he was going to try.
- Yeah, he can wait five minutes before attacking and still say he "tried" – the dragon boy accentuated the last words with quotation marks and a very bad poker face.
- Oh, you! Come on, he's not like that.
Toothless raised his eyebrows skeptically, staring at Hiccup with his still blackened eye defying. "Ok, you win this one" thought Hiccup, defeated.
- Ok, he's not gonna be like that this time. Promise.
Toothless sighed dramatically and leaned against the closest wall.
- Can we go back to the secrecy times?
- If you have a memory-wiper or a time machine… – Hiccup muttered sarcastically.
- Actually, we do have one…
- Would you really want to go back in time? After all we had to do to make it here?
- I meant the memory-wiping, you know, like… – but Toothless ran out of words before he could even try to pretend he was taking the joke seriously - I'm not ready to face your father…
Cupping the dragon boy's face between both his hands, Hiccup told him:
- Hey, we're getting through this together. Just breathe, ok?
- I'm breathing, but I'm afraid I'm gonna spit fire any second…
- Well, if you do that, try not to burn my dad's beard and you'll be safe.
Toothless couldn't resist it, he had to laugh sincerely, and while doing so he could sense how each and every one of his muscles relaxed if just a little.
- Ok, I'm giving it a try, but I can't promise I'm not flying away if things get out of control.
- You can't fly without me.
- Damn. I'm gonna have to face this one way or another, am I not?
Hiccup nodded at him, looking somewhat sorry for forcing his boyfriend into this when he was (or so he said) so obviously not ready for it. But it was something that had to be done.
- But we're going to be ok – Hiccup guaranteed, brushing his lips against Toothless' in a quick, solacing kiss -. Now let's go.
Lucky them, in the moment they walked inside the gym Stoick was very busy training with this guy that wanted to go to a national competition and didn't notice their presence. They had time to go to the dressing rooms, wash their faces, try to hide in the bathrooms ("Toothless you can't stay in there forever!") and make it to the ring once their spirits were more under control.
- Uff… Come on, Toothless, breathe – he thought, doing his best to appease his desperation -. You've been through worse. Remember Edinburgh. Nothing can be worse than Edinburgh… Although, that time at East End was also pretty bad… Ok, and bad things have happened here too… And Carlisle, I didn't remember that time in Carlisle…
- Toothless, wake up! – called Hiccup, a little bit startled. His tone of voice brought the dragon-boy back to reality -. He's coming…
- Hey there, son. Glad t'see ya're trainin'… with… Toothless… – Stoick narrowed his eyes and snorted very subtly, though Toothless, with his heightened senses, could hear it like a lion roar.
The boy cleared his throat.
- Hello… uhm… Stoi-sir… Stoick- - -coach.
- We've a conversation missin', lad – the man grumbled, drawing a poker-face.
Toothless giggled incredibly nervous, wishing for the earth to swallow him alive. Now this would be a good time to fly away.
- So… howareyoutoday?
A corner of Stoick's mouth twitched.
- Still wishin' ya were a girl, lad.
- Dad!
- If I were, sir, I wouldn't hit as hard – Toothless challenged, mustering whatever guts he could gather from wherever he could find them. Surprisingly enough, Stoick responded with a fake laughter, smashing his big hand against Toothless' back in an attempted pat -… and that would have hurt… but it didn't, 'cause I'm a boy.
Grumbling because his strength didn't impress this boy as he was used to, Stoick walked away, and though his shoulders were notoriously tense, his eyes didn't really look angry.
Toothless touched rapidly his body from face to torso, as if testing his own physical consistency.
- I'm still alive? ? ThankyouOdin…
- See? It wasn't that bad – smiled Hiccup.
- He wishes I were a girl. I don't see how that isn't bad.
- No. He is secretly wishing he could really wish you were a girl – said Hiccup in an amused tone -. He likes you too much. I'm impressed… and relieved.
- Ah, you think so? – Toothless mumbled sarcastically. He wasn't so sure anymore but, well, Hiccup had to know Stoick way better than he did, right?
- You should have heard the things he said about you, how he understood what we mean for each other… I couldn't believe it but… it's real. I now see it's real. He really is going to try.
- How can you know that? – insisted Toothless in disbelief.
- You said it yourself: you're still alive – Hiccup drew a smirk, and Toothless a pout.
- Ha-ha, hilarious, Hiccup, hilarious…
- So you got the joke? – he said, light-hearted - Come on, Tooth, gimme a smile. Smile!
He started to poke Toothless, and out of tickles he did give Hiccup the smile he wanted.
- People are staring – Toothless reminded amidst chuckles.
- I don't care anymore.
- You don't…? – he had to pause for a laugh - Enough with the tickles! ! You're worse than a Terrible Terror! Did you know that?
- Why? – Hiccup smirked, more mischievous than ever - Get sensitive with tickles?
- You're a baby Terrible Terror! ! Stop the tickles and get down to training! – finally Toothless broke free from the unbearable poking, as Hiccup rolled down the floor in hysteric laughter - You know I'm getting my revenge with this training, don't you?
- Not if I'm lucky enough to train with Hammerhead.
- Very smart, but you're not. I got fifty bucks here that I bet he'll be willing to take to switch places with me.
- You wouldn't – defied Hiccup.
- Watch me – Toothless smirked back.
Hiccup had to watch Hammerhead taking the money and mocking him, and then he had to stand Toothless' vengeance under the disguise of a gazillion push-ups and punches.
All the time everyone in the gym stared at them, particularly the pros, but nobody said anything because every time somebody attempted to snigger or insult them in low voice, Stoick glared at them and they would wisely keep their opinions to themselves.
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That day they stayed until late because Stoick asked for their help to do some cleaning in the gym. Toothless tried to run away because it was pretty obvious the man was just trying to set up a moment alone with him, but Hiccup convinced him to call his boss at Hotel Nordic and get permission to arrive a little late to work. He wasn't going to use his job as an excuse; it was important that he and Stoick had this conversation.
They were waiting outside the gym, watching the rain softly pour down the sky. If not for the circumstances, they might have even played a "spot-a-dragon" game, which was great fun in cloudy days. But Stoick would come out every minute now.
- Just calm down, be brave – encouraged Hiccup, arranging the neck of Toothless' hood adoringly -. And if he changes his mind… we're running away together.
- Really? – Toothless drew the same smile that Hiccup as he nodded -. Wow, now I want him to punch me in the other eye.
- I can punch you if you insist so much – said a sarcastic Hiccup.
- Ha-ha, you're so funny today.
Pulling him closer by the waist, Toothless reduced the gap between Hiccup and himself.
- Guys, if you're gonna kiss, gimme time to walk away – came a voice.
They pulled apart in a second.
- Hi Snotlout! – saluted Hiccup, slight blush on his cheeks - What brings you over here?
- What brings me…?! I've spent more time in this gym than you in the library, Hiccup – his cousin responded, a little bit offended -. How you think I got the muscle to be quarterback? Been working these babes for a lifetime! – Snotlout said showing off his biceps.
Rolling his eyes at how ridiculously presumptuous Snotlout had just given himself away, Hiccup added:
- You know what I mean.
Understanding how these guys would never understand the beauty of a thoroughly worked out muscle, Snotlout replied:
- Uncle Stoick asked my dad for some auto parts, and I brought them. Mentioned there's this noise in the motor when you turn the pick-up on?
- Hadn't mentioned it to me – said Hiccup.
- Guess you two have other things to talk about…
- So, you're driving again – interrupted Toothless with urgency to change the conversation topic.
Snotlout looked at the car he'd parked a couple meters away, his eyes rather nostalgic.
- Just this once, my dad's still angry – he pulled a dramatic mask over his tough features and one manly crocodile tear slid down his right cheekbone -. Maybe in two weeks he'll finally begin to be impressed by the clean dishes and the done laundry.
He walked towards the car and spread his arms to hug it (or hug her, because as every car-lover he referred to the vehicle as a she), spoke a long monologue of how much he loved her and how he missed her and how soon enough they'd be driving off the road together and how one day he'd get her new leather seats.
Hiccup patted his cousin's back and smiled apologetically to him, because maybe he didn't understand his love for a car, but he did understand what it was like to be grounded.
After Snotlout let out all his frustration, he cleaned his fake tear with a dramatic sniff, drew his regular tough expression again, and turned to Hiccup.
- So, how's it going with uncle Stoick?
- Well it's… going – Hiccup scratched the back of his neck, not very sure of how he should answer that question -. I say we're fine, but Toothless won't believe me. He thinks my dad is gonna kill him as soon as he gives his back or something.
- Naaah, that's not uncle Stoick. He kills you on your face or he doesn't – Snotlout said to Toothless, on what pretended to be a totally relaxed note -. And you're still alive so I'd say you totally got this.
- Exactly my point – agreed Hiccup.
- Don't believe it! This black eye reminds me to be wary! – Toothless pointed his face
- That was uncle Stoick? ? ? – asked a shocked Snotlout.
- Where have you been the last week? – exclaimed Toothless and Hiccup in unison.
Snotlout couldn't think of any argument that spared him the humiliation of being the distracted boy he was, and he had to stand the incredulous mocking of his friends for… being the distracted boy he was. In that moment he really wished the twins were by his side, because Tuffnut always provided the perfect scapegoat for this kind of situations.
- Snotlout, ya came! Got whut I ask'd Spitelout? – Stoick's voice boomed out of the gym.
The three of them froze at the spot, and Snotlout could have bet Toothless swallowed his tongue in that gulp.
- Hi, uncle Stoick – he tried to speak normally -. Yeah, it's there in the car.
- Great! – the man got his keys out of his pocket and tossed them at Snotlout -. Get it 'nto tha pick-up, boys.
- Ok – Snotlout exchanged looks with Hiccup and Toothless and the three of them started to walk.
- Wait… err, Toothless… Can ya gimme a han' over 'ere?
In the very second he heard his name pronounced, Toothless inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and biting his lips. He slowly turned around, wishing that Hiccup told him some words of solace and confidence, but with the piercing eyes of Stoick upon them, they didn't dare any contact beyond locking gazes.
- Uhm… yeah, sure… – the boy stuttered as he approached Stoick, who opened the gym door to make it clear that he wanted to speak "alone, in private, out of sight". Just the three characteristics required for a successful murder - Just, uhm… make it fast because… I don't wanna be late for job… YouknowHotel'sbusythistimeoftheyearand- - -
- Stop talkin', lad.
- Yessir.
Looking down and feeling the heat growing in his chest, Toothless crossed the door, into a treacherous half illumination: there was enough darkness for a tinge of flaming light to be seen emanating from his nostrils every time he exhaled. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so nervous as to merge his dual identities into a single messy one. He covered his face in a heartbeat.
Stoick turned all the lights on, which made Toothless deflate in relief because: a) his fire breath was no longer visible, and b) there was no perfect murder in an illuminated ambiance.
He could finally quit his hands off his face, after making sure that under that light he looked as normal as he could.
Seeing that gesture, Stoick misunderstood that Toothless was so bloody scared he might throw up out of nervousness, and decided to go easier on him.
- Ya an' I gotta've a serious talk, Toothless – the man started.
- I-I know what you're going to say, but you have to let me explain- - -
- Ya don' know whut I'm gonna say – Stoick had him shut at once, looking at the boy grimly -. Ya don' know me at all… But ya know ma son, an' ya care 'bout 'im. Is tha' so? – Toothless was honestly stunned, and he wasn't able to speak at all -. Is tha' right? – repeated Stoick, a little aggressive.
- Yes! Yes! ! – Toothless yelled -. I care about him, more than I care for myself!
- An' whut exac'ly did ya do t'have 'im carin' back for ya? – Stoick narrowed his eyes in venomous suspicion. A drop of cold sweat slid down Toothless' forehead; he had to scratch the back of his head.
- Didn't sell my soul to the devil, if that's what you're thinking – he mumbled shyly -. He cared for me first, and I don't know what I did to deserve it. I pretended to be a jerk when I first met him, but he… – Toothless couldn't help but get lost in his lovely memories and draw a cute, nostalgic smile - He could see me just the way I am, and no one had done that before… I've felt so alone… except when he was around… and he was just… wow…
- Ya're talkin' about ma son – groaned Stoick.
- Yeah, sorry – Toothless mentally slapped himself -. I know what you're thinking. I don't deserve Hiccup, I know it. I know it looks like I just came into his life to screw everything up but- - -
- How many times I've t'say it? – interrupted Stoick - Ya don' know whut I'm thinkin', Toothless. I ain' tryin' t'push ya away from Hiccup.
The burning heat that was about to melt Toothless' chest and stop his heartbeat softened until it became a cozy warm that spread through his body. Had he heard right?
- You're not? ?
Stoick rubbed his face in frustration.
- Didn' he tell ya we already talk'd 'bout it?
- Well, he did, but… it's kinda hard to believe that you're… not upset about… us…
Then an awkward moment of awkward silence.
- I do think ya're gonna get 'im in lots o' troubles because of… this – spoke Stoick after a minute -. But before he met ya I would've never thought he'd have whut it takes t'face trouble.
- I… don't think I understand what you're saying – Toothless frowned in confussion.
Stoick sighed, crossing his arms. He fixed his eyes on Toothless and the boy's brain almost drowns in awkwardness.
- I'm sayin' tha' I understan'… kinda. It ain' easy, but I try. Ya came into his life t'change it for good, ev'ryone can see tha'. He'd never been this stron', confiden', determin'd… No' since his mom died… an' I thought I'd never see tha' Hiccup again…
- I didn't do anything – Toothless smiled humbly -; he's always been like that.
- Ya did – in that moment Stoick's eyes lit with a gleam of appreciation, and it was that very look the one that made Toothless understand that Hiccup was right: he was trying -. Ya gave 'im courage, Toothless, an' I… I'd like t'thank ya for tha'.
Toothless blinked repeatedly in total absolute shock.
- Really? You… you're really trying to come to terms with… with us?
- Only if whut ya've with ma son is real – Stoick's face went deadly serious, a little angered even -. I know Hiccup's willin' t'go 'gainst tha world an' me for ya, but are ya gonna do tha same? 'Cause if I find out tha' ya're playin' with 'im- - -
Toothless burst out in an involuntary, completely nervous and completely honest laugh.
- You're asking if my feelings for Hiccup are real? Wow… – for reasons beyond his understanding, he felt incredibly liberated when he understood what Stoick's real worry with the whole "my son is into guys" issue was: he was just worried his son might get hurt, like any father would, like any person would. The man was just being all the protective he'd failed to be for the last years. That's why Hiccup was so confident that Stoick would really try (and succeed) to accept their relationship - You don't have to worry – Toothless guaranteed with the brightest of smiles -. It's real: I'm in love with Hiccup! I love him! ! – "Wait what?" - Waitwhat? ?
Stoick coughed his lungs out in that moment, as shocked as Toothless for the sudden revelation.
- Whut? ? Whut did ya jus' say? – Stoick's expression went close to livid, and Toothless choked on his own words - Those're stron' words, lad.
Yes, they were. Toothless knew they were, and those words had come straight out of his heart. He hadn't even thought about it before speaking, it just happened. It was how he felt.
He loved Hiccup Haddock. And now he was fully aware of it.
- But it's true… It's what I feel… – his tone of voice literally shining in realization - I feel it!
- Whoa… – Stoick took a hand to the head - This is som'thin' ya shouldn' be sayin' t'me. Too much for me t'handle! – unfortunately for him, Toothless couldn't care less now about what his reaction might be, he was gone to his land of dreams. And now that Stoick needed some time to digest the dialogues he'd just listened to, the only place he wanted this boy to be was somewhere else - Jus' go out there, make me tha bes' father in tha world an' tell Hiccup we're good!
The black-haired boy didn't need to be told twice. He ran towards the door, stop in mid-motion, turned back and (something he'd never do in his full senses) kind of hugged Stoick as he exclaimed "thanks" a gazillion times.
Only to be running in search for Hiccup half a second later.
- Toothless wait! – called Stoick in the last second, shouting loud enough to get the boy's attention -… Whatever it is ya do for Hiccup… keep doin' so. But don' get too frien'ly in fron' of me! ! – he warned in the end. "Odin, I need another beer".
- Yes! Yes! I promise! HICCUP! !
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Meanwhile, as Toothless and Stoick tried their best not to die of awkwardness, Hiccup and his cousin were seating on the back of the car, talking about trivial stuff and drinking some soda (because Snotlout always had some non-alcoholic drinks in the car, for after every practice). Good thing Snotlout parked under a tree, so the rain gave them a break.
- Hey, you worried? – asked Snotlout out of the blue.
There was no need to be a genius to know what he was referring to. Hiccup half smiled.
- No. My dad may not let it show, but I think he's more comfortable with this than everybody thinks. These last months have been like therapy for both of us.
- Lucky him – gritted Snotlout, taking a sip from his soda.
There was something strange to Snotlout's voice that didn't go unnoticed by Hiccup. The brown-haired boy looked at his cousin in awe.
- Are you… uncomfortable? Is this too awkward for you? – he asked -. Because I thought you were ok with me and… Toothless, and… everything.
Snotlout seemed surprised that Hiccup had perceived the bit of discomfort in his voice, and quickly settled to respond.
- No. It's ok: your life, your problem.
- But…? – Hiccup prompted.
- Fine! – Snotlout gave up, he left his soda on the car's roof - It's just that… when it was a secret, I was like the cool cousin and Astrid was impressed and stuff. But now that everybody knows, and they know I know, they're treating me different, like… Yeah, it's awkward.
- Oh – well, Hiccup had been so busy thinking of this problem as his own that he hadn't realized he had a lot of people involved in it as well - Sorry.
- Nah, it's not your fault – Snotlout replied, punching Hiccup's shoulder in a friendly manner -. It's this bunch of close-minded assholes at school. I'm surprised I'm actually not one of them. And Astrid is even more surprised – he deviated the subject, making Hiccup relax and almost chuckle.
- I think so – he finished his soda, and cleaned his mouth with his sleeve.
- Yeah. Actually I've been thinking that now that you're into guys and stuff, I have all chances with her.
Not feeling the need to specify to his cousin that he wasn't "into guys" but only "into Toothless" (although he did think of it), Hiccup shrugged and patted his cousin's shoulder in the same friendly way.
- You don't lose anything by trying.
- Hell I'm trying! – exclaimed Snotlout - You have any idea of how many cheerleaders I've rejected because of her?
- You have a hoard of cheerleaders after you? ? – ok, Hiccup would need to see that to believe it.
- Did once – said Snotlout in a confession tone, which did nothing but increase Hiccup's disbelief.
- You had a hoard of cheerleaders after you? ?
- Hell yes! – replied Snotlout immediately, his ego profoundly wounded by his cousin's doubt - That people think they're not interested in me 'cause they'd die before letting anyone know they've been rejected it's a total different matter.
- Wow, that's a surprise. Would've never thought you were that kind of popular…
- Dude, have you seen how awesome I look in the Viking uniform? Girls love me.
- If you say so… – Hiccup had to dissimulate his sarcastic laugh with a fair amount of fake coughing. His cousin could be so ridiculous, really.
And then…
- HICCUP! !
Toothless' euphoric screams were audible long before he got out of the gym and ran towards Snotlout's car bearing the happiest expression ever.
Hiccup had barely jumped off the car when Toothless tackled him with a tight, tight hug and claimed domain over his lips, ravishing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
- I take it this means your conversation went great – gasped Hiccup in the second Toothless gave him a break.
- Awesome. Now kiss me – and Toothless pulled him back against his lips.
- Eew, guys, get a room – joked Snotlout, looking away.
And suddenly they were kissing passionately and laughing heartedly… and answering Toothless' cell phone in a hurry because the ringtone set especially for Evelyn's emergency calls echoed through the night.
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Another note: Hell yeah, baby, I'm fucking BACK! ! Lyra (my laptop) is now healthy and fast as she must, and I can finally write again. At last!
I'm so very, very happy to be back. And now that I've watched "HtTyD 2" I'm beginning to plot what a possible sequel - - -SQUIRRELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! ! ! ! Damn! That little fellow is in everything except what matters (making the wheel in my brain turn).
By the way: I ship Toothcup more than ever, Stoick/Valka (because Feels), Snot/Ruff (shipped them already but I'm so glad the new movie fuels me), and Eret/Astrid (because of reasons. Oh, come on, there was chemistry!). Hell YES.
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P.S.: Go and watch "HtTyD 2" as many times as you can! ! I'm poor, but I'm going to watch that movie every 2x1 wednesday until it's off theaters. FEELS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !