The car engine roars to life and you wave the newlyweds off on their honeymoon. Just before the car speeds away, you can hear Rapunzel shouting ''See you in two weeks!'' You just smile and keep waving, so does the rest. You keep waving until the car is completely out of sight and most people have gone inside. You keep standing until almost nobody is left. You sigh and walk back into the hotel, pressing the button for the elevator. The elevator slowly comes down from the floor above you. You step in and wait for the doors to close. Before they do, Hiccup steps in. He smiles at you, a bit uncomfortable, and stands in the corner across from you. He takes out his phone and as he scrolls through his feed you notice a small mark at his collarbone. You smirk a little and, unable to contain your laughing, let out a chuckle.

His head whips around, looking at you questioningly. He raises an eyebrow. You just shrug. He doesn't lower his gaze. Eyebrow still raised he mutters ''What is it?''

''Oh, it's nothing'' you respond, letting it go silent for a moment before laughing again ''Hiccy''

''Oh god'' he groans, following it up with ''fuck you'' He lowers his gaze to his phone again.

You clamp your lips shut, trying your absolute best not laugh. You fail miserably and you have tears in your eyes when you speak up again

''Well, I think I already did''

Its silent for a moment and you can see Hiccups cheeks flushing a deep red. He turns to you with wide eyes; you laugh so much your stomach hurts. When the elevator reaches the 21st floor your laughing hasn't died yet, at all.

Hiccup steps out of the elevator, arms crossed. He opens his door and slams it shut behind him for good measure. You shake your head and make your way to your room.

Your aunt has already picked up Emma, insisting that you should have a fun time in Vegas and that she´ll take care of her. So you flop down on your bed and turn on the TV, switching through the channels until you decide that there is nothing on. You turn to your phone, clicking on your most recent photo, you swipe back through all the photos you made at the ceremony.

Flynn and Rapunzel kissing. The wedding cake. The first dance. Rapunzel in her dress. Hiccup in a dress. A picture of Emma in the car.

Wait.

You go back one picture and stare at it for a moment. It's definitely Hiccup and that is no doubt a dress. When did you take a picture of Hiccup in a dress? When did Hiccup ever wear a dress? Confused, you send Hiccup a text.

JF: You+dress?

You wait for a reply, getting more confused on how you got that picture. Admittedly, it is pretty cute; Hiccup in a long white dress. He kind of looks like a princess. Your phone vibrates and you look at the message.

HH: What are you talking about?

You quickly type out a reply

JF: Have you ever worn a dress?

HH: What is this, some sort of fetish?

JF: Maybe o.0

JF: Just kidding, answer the question…

HH: No?

You send the picture to Hiccup, waiting for a reply.

HH: I have never seen this dress in my life…

HH: I'm coming over.

You hear a knock on the door and open it, tossing your phone on the bed.

''Frost what the fuck is this, how did you get this picture and when?'' He demands, arms crossed

You motion him in and he sits down on your bed, arms still crossed. ''Well?''

You comb your hand through your hair ''I don't know, I was scrolling through pictures and found this one on my phone. I was hoping you had some clarification''

''Well I don't'' he flops down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You walk over to the bed and lay down next to him. ''Do you have any idea what happened that night'' you ask, turning your head to look him in the eye.

''Are you kidding me? The last thing I remember is that first shot'' He turns his head as well, staring up into your eyes. You are only a few inches apart and you think about kissing him. You decide against it. This thing between you –whatever it is- has already caused enough confusion.

You stare at the picture again, still wondering how it got on your phone. A thought pops into your head. ''Do you have any pictures on your phone?'' you ask him, hoping to get some clarification. He fishes his phone from his pocket ''I don't know, ill check'' He opens his camera roll and sure enough, two pictures of that night appear. He hesitantly clicks on the first. Snickering, he shows the picture to you. The picture displays you, in a dress. A bit like the princess one Hiccup was wearing, except its mermaid style. You throw your hands over your eyes, groaning. Why would you have gone so low and wear a dress? You already know Hiccup is going to hold this against you, for the rest of your life.

Still laughing, the freckled boy clicks on the second picture he took that night. His laughing dies away seconds after seeing the photo. He stares at it for a few minutes before throwing the phone to you. He silently makes his way over to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. You stare at the closed door, bewildered at what just occurred. You grab the phone and stare at the picture, understanding Hiccups shock. The picture is a selfie of you and Hiccup, smiling widely, both wearing the aforementioned dresses, both showing off what you assume to be wedding rings. You look at the picture on the screen, figuring you're imagining things and that it will change into another picture shortly. It doesn't.

You stare at the picture until the phone locks itself and you are left with your own reflection in the phone screen. Sighing, you put the phone down and hesitantly walk over to the bathroom door. You knock on the door thrice. ''Hiccup?'' you question. No answer comes from the other side of the door. You creak open the door, seeing that Hiccup hasn't bothered to turn on the lights. You flick the switch and your eyes take a moment to adjust to the sudden light. When your eyes are used to the harsh lighting you see Hiccup sitting in the corner of the room, knees pulled tight to his chest, head down. You slowly walk over to him, sitting next to him. You put your hand on his back; rubbing slow, comforting circles before pulling him close to you. He throws his hands around your middle, partially lying in your lap. You pet his hair, whispering sweet nothings.

''It'll be alright, I promise''

''We'll get through this''

Hiccup looks up at you, cheeks wet with tears. His eyes seem to stare directly into your soul, tugging at your heart. You cup his cheeks and wipe away his tears with your thumbs. Pulling him completely into your lap, He throws his arms around your neck, crying into your hoodie. You continue rubbing his back and whispering incoherent words. This, for now, seems to be all he needs.

So this will be the last chapter for a good while, im now at the airport back home so i wont have as much free time to write. Ill try mys best but im not sure because a lot of stuff is happening. Anyway i hope this will statistfy you all!