Chapter 3:
A month and half later.
Hiccup sat at the edge of the lake, the darkness about the cove creeping up on him and eventually blanketing him. The moon up above peered from behind a gray cloud and cast a bit of light on the surface of the lake, but besides that, it was pitch black. Hiccup retrieved a nearby stick and poked the tip of it into the sand, dragging it about the earth until a set of lines and designs trailed from the point.
He had been sitting at the cove for nearly four hours now, hoping to catch a glimpse of Toothless. Hiccup had a feeling the dragon was angry with him for whatever reason, and Hiccup really didn't know why, but he was determined to find out. He couldn't help feeling hurt and dejected whenever Toothless would snort and snarl at him, even when Hiccup offered him fish or the tempting promise to go out for a ride.
Hiccup sniffled and prodded at the sand with the stick, trying to quell the well of tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. He swallowed and chucked the stick out into the lake, watching it drift silently along the ebbing current until he lost sight of it altogether. He felt unwanted, Hiccup realized, rubbing his sleeve along his eyes. Sure, he had felt like this before when he had still been the social pariah of the Village (not like he wasn't now, but at least his status had been marginally raised), and he never expected to warrant it from his best friend, his Toothless.
Hiccup would spend another hour sitting alone in the darkness of the grotto before he would man it back home by himself.
A/N:
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