It was all fun and games, he bet that it was. There was no way his best friend could like him like that. But then again, the dragons weren't dragons and apparently the world was round.
He wasn't blind to the dragon's affection, but he was hesitant and even reluctant to accept the love for what it was. Ever since the talk with his father, he was more aware of it. It left his heart thumping in his chest, a fluttering in his stomach and weak in the knees.
He constantly blushed whenever they were administered. Before, he would too, but then he could brush it off as just pet like antics, not romantic interest. He couldn't really ignore it now. He even kept the kitten despite his father's protests.
The movements were getting frequent again. A touch here, a touch there, a super long hug or being held in his arms during flight or in public. They were also getting bolder. A kiss on his neck at supper time, in front of the hawk eyes of his father, no less! Quick pecks on their morning walks.
Loving gestures of a lover in the light of day without bother to seek closed doors.
Hiccup bites his lips, trying to look away but Toothless's face was too close to look anywhere but him.
"… I am." Was his answer, quietly whispered between them. The ghost of his breath rolling over Toothless's lips they were so close.
Honestly, what was he even supposed to do in these situations besides blush like a schoolgirl? His father keeps getting angry and lecturing him when he thinks Toothless isn't around. But he is, he always is. Hiding behind trees, in trees, behind houses and people despite his large form. And whenever Stoick would leave, Toothless would come out of the blue and snatch Hiccup away, quite literally.
The dragon's nights out are sporadic and unplanned. They grab their riders and fly to their bonfire site for another night of timeless dancing. Hiccup and Toothless would always be the last to join, coaxed by the fun that was to come.
"What are you afraid of?"
"… I don't know."
And every time they came home from those festivities, Toothless would shower him with adoration and affection befitting a newlywed wife until Hiccup fell asleep, rocked to sleep by the gentle heat emitting from his dragon.
Stoick's stares were cynical, calculating. Hiccup has never seen that expression on his father's face before. He had asked for his trust at a previous argument. Hiccup doesn't know if his father actually trusts his judgment. But nevertheless, Stoick ceased his lecturing and kept to his silent watching. Waiting. Hiccup doesn't know what for, maybe his reaction to the affections? If he would stop the relations Toothless wanted, was coaxing out of him.
"Everything.."
"Is everything really what scares you?"
"T-the idea…What my father said.. D-did it really mean…?"
The craziest thing was, Hiccup didn't really want to stop him. Not the affection, the touches and glances and late night dances.
That didn't mean he took the coming love in stride. He was confused. Happy, maybe, but lost on what he should do. He knew he wouldn't follow his father's words. He rarely did, it was amazing he got his father's support in letting the dragons stay at Berk. He even convinced the villagers to let the hybrids stay. People followed him, listened to him now. Trusted him.
Hiccup wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad. He knew if anyone told him the hybrids had to leave, even Toothless, he would go with them.
Did that mean he accepted the proposition posed to him?
Toothless gave a lovely smile and brought the kitten to Hiccup's neck, letting the small being relax against its new master's chest.
The dragon leaned close again, lips a thin lines away from each other.
"It does." Toothless kept eye contact, watching Hiccup struggle with the idea, but not completely opposed. "Do you accept?"
Without waiting for an answer, Toothless closed that miniscule gap and pecked his lips again before pulling back. Hiccup's face was red to his ears and down his neck to the collarbones. He couldn't even reply, too embarrassed to say anything, even if he did know the answer to that question at that time. Instead, he ducked his head down so it rested under Toothless's chin, hiding from that adoring gaze that made his heart thud against his ribcage.
He didn't even know. He couldn't give an answer. It's not like he thought it over, didn't think he had too.
His past relationship wasn't this complicated. It was normal. But they were long separated, their paths sending them different ways. Astrid no longer held a grudge, and they talked like old friends. He often wonders what she would think of this situation, but would never ask.
Hiccup knew she might have an inclination of what went on between Toothless and he, she does have women's intuition, and she was the smartest out of the group, at least reality-wise.
It wasn't like he could talk about it to anyone, either. The very ideas of how to even bring up the subject sent a blush to his face and duck his head in embarrassment. The only one left to consult was his new kitten, who only responded in a way only a kitten could. Chase the string and jump on him. But, he thought that talking to the cat was a setback. It was a gift for the proposal, talking to it meant he was accepting the idea, even a tiny bit. He thought it was a bit biased.
Winter was coming. Snow blanketed the ground every other day until it came down every day, the clouds always blocking the sun and making Berk colder than ever. Even now, with Toothless sticking to his side almost every hour of every day, he had not given a reply.
Hiccup didn't think he could provide one that used words. Customs, traditions, and expectations kept rolling around and around in his head and he didn't know what to follow. He had already broken a few traditions and customs, not to mention suppressed the Viking's urges to kill and annihilate. What more was he going to change? Too much change would have the village on edge, cranky.
Even now, lying safe and warm in his bed with none other than the dragon he needs to answer, worrying about what he should say. Toothless never questioned his inability to give straight answers, or even request them to be candid. He would ask randomly, "Do you accept?" and Hiccup would change the direction of their conversation.
The dragon was patient, yes, but Hiccup wonders how long he would wait. Surely, not long? One can only go so long without needed answers. But as the season changed and the days got steadily colder, Toothless was resolved to stay by his side and wait with all the patience of a Buddha for his never coming answer.
The coming week, Toothless asked again, right in the mess hall while they ate. Hiccup spit out his drink with a deepening blush. He couldn't produce an honest answer. Though Hiccup felt awkward to leave his questions hanging, Toothless didn't mind the silence and didn't ask again that week.
The question pops up more frequently, startling Hiccup the more he hears it. Toothless stays ever patient, knowing when to prod for answers or leave the boy be.
Two months passed since then. A wedding was being held. It was Snotlout's. Disbelief and trepidation overcame Hiccup when he found out, more than surprised that he got over his crush on Astrid.
The week of the feast and drinking came, after the husband and wife exchanged finger rings and mead. Day after day went when everyone was in festivities. Drunk most of the night and slept till the next afternoon.
The fourth day found Hiccup and Toothless back in their room. Toothless had become overly affectionate during this time, and Hiccup wasn't sure if it was because of the marriage ceremony, or it was the alcohol in him. He had a feeling the dragon could hold more without so much as skewing his vision.
Hiccup was just a tad bit lightheaded with the day's drinking. And he didn't even seem to mind Toothless taking the advantage and giving more affection than strictly necessary.
They seemed to bury themselves under the blankets to hide from the cold, even though Toothless's body would be sufficient enough to keep both of them warm. Toothless lay casually over his master, giving little nips and kisses to the free skin he could find. He worked his way up that pale column of neck, over Hiccup's chin and to his pale lips. Pressing softly, again, and again.
Hiccup closed his eyes, face heating up slowly with lack of oxygen as he let himself be kissed. After a moment, a slick tongue licked at his lips that caused him to spread his lips in a soft inhale. The appendage went passed his lips and into his mouth, languidly tracing the cavern. Hiccup's hands came to rest on the dragon's forearms that were propping his body up as they kissed.
With a quick lick of Hiccup's upper lip, Toothless pulled back a little from the kiss.
"Are you scared?" Toothless asked, bringing back a question from long ago.
Hiccup froze, hands tightening around the forearms they had grabbed in slight anxiety. He bit his lip, worrying them while he thought of something to say. His eyes darted anywhere, his breath quickening with the contradicting emotions and thoughts that came flooding back to him all at once.
"Yes." Hiccup finally managed a voice barely above a whisper.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Everything." He emphasized his recurring answer. "I'm scared of what'll happen; I'm breaking entire traditions and customs and I'm not even remorseful! I don't know how I should feel about this, Toothless." He whines. "My dad will probably think less of me than he already does. I don't know why you wouldn't regrow your tail fin; or why you would propose to me." Hiccup was near hysterical, knowing his dad was downstairs, passed out drunk on the couch.
Toothless listened attentively and gave a kiss on Hiccup's forehead once he was done, a hand going down to trace his left leg down to the end of the appendage that stopped halfway on his shin.
"I was always regretful that I had to do this in order to save you." He began softly, sitting up slightly and lifting the foot to kiss the end where the prosthetic should be. "It would have been easier to save you with this form. I should have shifted earlier," He kissed the foot again, tenderly caressing it. "To save you fully."
Hiccup stayed quiet, the alcohol making his head spin and emotions to run high and in the open. Toothless put his foot down gently, running his fingers over Hiccup's neck as he moved closer again.
"I wanted to be with you. Your fears are mine." He rested his forehead on Hiccup's. "You don't have to burden this alone, you know."
Their voices barely reached a whisper even though they knew Stoick would not wake up so easily, or at all, if they made noise. It was almost like another secret, only between them. And maybe, it made Hiccup feel just a tiny bit better about his growing anxiety for the future.
It could have been the alcohol talking, but he moved the dragon's face to his for a kiss. Toothless obliged without hesitation, slowly working his hot hands up and over Hiccup's fur vest, taking it off and dropping it near the bedpost on the floor.
Letting go of his role as a Viking and what the next actions would be, he felt more comfortable to jump into the unknown. He wasn't a good, traditional Viking anyway. Maybe he was just born in the wrong era, but he was glad to meet Toothless under their original circumstances, even if they weren't all that appealing or in their favor.
Toothless's hands crawled under the boy's shirt, leaving trails of heat from his hands until the garment was disposed of. Toothless began lavishing the naked skin with kisses and nips, ears flicking with every soft sound Hiccup made. In the next moment, Toothless pulled the bed sheets over them to shield them from any unwanted prying eyes, be it someone who might walk in uninvited or the mouse that scurried across the room.
The ministrations continued, though Hiccup's anxiety still festered. It grew more when he was completely unclothed and under the biased scrutiny of his best friend. He tried to hide himself, somehow, someway, until Toothless put a soft hand on his cheek, imploring them to meet gazes.
Toothless brought their faces together again, lips a threads length apart.
"I love you."
That was all it took for Hiccup to let go of his worries and fears. The kiss sealed their fate, and Hiccup couldn't help but murmur the words back with as much affection as he could. This made the dragon's face brighten tenfold with a glorious smile.
Their sensual touches grew bold, perspiration beginning to build on their skins.
It was just them tonight; no one else mattered. There was no tomorrow, or dad, or Snotlout's wedding, or Viking tradition. Hiccup was able to capture the time and freeze it, like the group does during their nights out at the bonfire. To be absolutely free in the infinite time.
Finger, slick with sweat and saliva, made their way down between Hiccup's trembling legs. He was still scared; he knew what was to come. Toothless's heat made him relax and let him go forth with abandon. Hiccup squeezed Toothless's shoulder when he felt the intrusion, biting his lips and trying to relax as he was stretched and prepped.
Toothless licked his reddening lips, offering him a distraction with kisses and caresses. The world didn't exist outside their blanket fort. That thought let him relax more, moaning his passions into Toothless's mouth. Sometime later, Toothless managed to get himself out of his shredded shorts.
The initial pain ebbed and Toothless let his fingers slip out, breaking the kiss for a short while.
"Are you still scared?"
"Not anymore." Hiccup whispered back just as Toothless hugged him close and slipped into Hiccup with little to no resistance, holding the boy close until he got used to the feeling of being filled so completely.
They created a steady pace that built and built, enjoying the company and feeling of each other without trepidation of what comes after this. Their breaths came quick and heavy with need, kisses becoming haphazard and greedy, losing their mind to their lust.
Then the world was white. It came back in pinpricks of colors, circles dancing in their vision as their labored breathing calmed. Their foreheads touched, warm breaths mingling between them. They shared one last, lazy and soft kiss before letting the trapped heat escape from under the blankets; allowing them to breath just a bit easier (but the two would have preferred to stay under those blankets forever).
Hiccup lay calmly; cuddled into his love's chest; face hiding in the crook of his neck with arms pulling him close and legs intertwined. A thought passed his fading mind as to what his dad might walk in on in the morning, with a hangover no doubt. But he couldn't find it in him to care, and only gave a tired smile at the possible freak out to come.
Hiccup wasn't scared anymore. The future looked brighter the more he thought about it. It was the brightest he'd seen it, shining like the North Star.
Fate had a funny way of laying down the cards. Hiccup wouldn't have it any other way. He only had one word to describe the way he felt about their future.
Glorious.
That was how fate played out, letting them meet years into the future since time began. There was always a course, always a reason why things worked out that way.
No one ever knew what it felt like. No one knew how to catch it with the human eye, how it looked like in others.
Not the type they sought out.
The glory of the times, the days rolling into one another with memories formed and days lived to the fullest.
The glory of their love.
FIN
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I finished it that fast... (then again, it is pretty short.) But, yeah... That's the ending I wanted. Romantic and cheesy... I like it and then I don't. But I'm pretty sure that was the ending I had in mind when the story finished.
What do you guys think?