A/N: This is a prompt from Grim Revolution! I was staring at my list of suggestions, and the inspiration for this one hit me like a brick. I am still working on the rest of yours, the inspiration for this one just came first... *is tomato'd*

Warnings: Contains ToothlessxHiccup. If you don't like it, just skip to the next one. Thanks! (and no, there are no lemons here. I'm trying to keep this at a teen rating. Sorry!)

Shame

Hiccup used to enjoy dreams. When he was a child, his dreams were of far off lands, mythical creatures and majestic heroes. Even into his teen years, his dreams were consumed with these wonderful things, among them a particular dream of killing a dragon and winning his father's pride. But these dreams were not to last, and were changed immensely upon his meeting of a particular dragon. Dreams of killing dragons soon turned to dreams of peace.

Even these weren't to last.

Any and all peaceful dreams were lost after the battle with the Green Death. The young viking's dreams had turned to nightmares; violent, terrifying visions of falling into the pit of flames. He would wake up, drenched in a cold sweat and shaking from head to toe, and see his best friend – no, his saviour – staring at him with concern shining in his acidic eyes. A quiet croon would follow, along with a nudge from the black beast. Hiccup would smile and tell him that it was alright, that nothing was wrong, and would roll over and go back to sleep...

And dream of something else. Of something... he was deeply ashamed of. It was his dirty little secret, one that even his best friend didn't know about. After all, what would he possibly think of his rider after finding out?

The dreams always started the same way, with Hiccup walking through the narrow entrance to their grotto. He'd call the dragon's name and wait patiently for the dark form to appear.

The first time, he had been fully expecting his dragon to be waiting for him with an eager expression and a happy gurgle.

That was most definitely not what greeted him. Instead, a human male wandered towards him, clad in a dark tunic, dark leggings, and dark furs. The boy before him seemed to emanate darkness, and carried a regal air about him. It was eerily familiar.

"Hello, Hiccup."

The voice was... indescribable. As he walked closer, his eyes became clear. An acidic yellow-green.

Hiccup's breath was loud and erratic in his ears. No way, this can't possibly be...

The boy approached, reaching out a hand towards Hiccup. "Please, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you."

"Wh-who are you?" He asked shakily as the boy came ever closer, flinching as his hand made gentle contact with his cheek.

"You do not recognize me?" Mild bewilderment was reflected in curious eyes.

He knew who this was. He just didn't want to admit it. He chanced a glance up at the boy. He had skin a few shades darker than Hiccup's own, stood a few inches taller and had a mop of shaggy black hair. "I th-think so. Yes."

A faint smile crept upon the taller boy's face. "What do you think?"

Hiccup thought for a moment, trying to pretend he wasn't enjoying the palm on his cheek. "It's... strange. Weird. I don't know what to think."

Strong arms encircled him and Hiccup tensed. "There is no need to be afraid, Hiccup; I will not hurt you," he repeated.

The embrace wasn't exactly... unwanted. In fact, it was comfortable once the teen got used to it. "What's going on, Toothless?" Hiccup asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I wanted to thank you," he responded, "for everything you have done for me."

Hiccup pulled away a bit, facing his... ah... dragon, and finally getting his wits about him. "You don't have to thank me. Really."

Toothless sighed. "I do not think you understand just how much this all means to me. You have sacrificed so much for me. I really cannot thank you enough."

"So just how do you plan on thanking me?" Hiccup asked, somewhat wary. He prayed it wouldn't be a regurgitated fish.

Lips met his own ever so softly, sending a small wave of panic through the auburn-haired viking. But something felt... right. The arms wrapped around his – regrettably – small figure were welcoming and gentle, and were loose enough that he could escape should he want to.

That was the thing that scared him most. He didn't want to. He was perfectly content in those tan arms, never wanting to let go.

And that's how it started. It had gotten so bad, that Hiccup had started to despise the real world, wanting to hide away in his dreamland and never return – an emotion he hadn't felt since before meeting his dragon. Never before had he wished so hard for his dreams to come true. And he felt terrible for it, because he knew it was selfish. How could he expect the dragon to make such a big change, just so he could have a few moments of happiness? It wasn't worth it, in Hiccup's opinion. So instead, he settled for his dreamworld. One night they may simply talk – Hiccup rather enjoyed his voice – and other nights were a little more... pleasurable.

Toothless greeted him with the usual "hello" and a kiss, and they sat down by the water of the pond, hand-in-hand. But Hiccup wanted more than company. He wanted the boy next to him. Not even bothering with talk, he jumped into the darker boy's lap, amused at the surprised face of his friend.

"Feisty tonight, Hiccup, are we not?" asked Toothless with a laugh.

Hiccup responded by kissing him fiercely, victorious when he felt gentle hands settle at his hips. Toothless responded, happy to oblige the boy. Hands wandered around the smaller teen's torso, removing the ever-present fur vest. Finger tips danced lightly at areas the dragon knew would make his human squirm and mewl. The green tunic was next to go, practised hands tracing every contour and every muscle and hitting every sweet spot. The kiss deepened, and Hiccup found himself wanting more.

But that was as far as they'd ever gone. Hiccup was too afraid of the aftermath to even think about it, let alone allow his mind to go there in his dreams. Besides, he wasn't even sure how that would work. Sure he had a pretty good idea of how it worked between a man and a woman; his father had given him the talk, as awkward as it had been. He had a funny feeling, however, that the dragon knew.

And know he did. Sensing Hiccup's need, Toothless stopped.

"I have a serious question," started the dark-skinned boy.

Hiccup wasn't listening, too busy kissing at the crook of his neck. "Hmm... can it wait? I'm a little busy here..."

"Hiccup, please, I am... quite serious," said Toothless, cupping his rider's cheek.

Acid eyes met leafy green and Hiccup quieted. "Then ask away."

The question was quiet, barely spoken above a whisper, yet the impact of the question itself was felt as if it had been shouted. "Will you mate with me?"

Lost for words, Hiccup fumbled to get his mouth working properly and responded with the first thing that came to mind. "H-how?"

Toothless grinned slyly. "Is that a yes?"

"Maybe," responded Hiccup, unsure. "Yes. Yes it's a 'yes'." His stomach turned uneasily, not entirely sure where this was about to go.

With a devious glint in his eye, Toothless grinned. "Then let me show you."

Hiccup woke with a start, covered in sweat. Once again, shame washed over him as he glanced over at his dragon who also seemed to be waking from his own dream. The shame was mingled with traces of disappointment. It all felt so... real. He hadn't wanted it to stop, no matter how wrong it was.

"Gods... what have I become?" He buried his face in his hands. Surely this wasn't right, wasn't normal, to have dreams like these come night after night. There was something wrong with him. It was one thing to have the occasional dream like this, but to have them night after night – and enjoy them – was an entirely different matter.

But he'd be forced to push it to the back of his mind, to forget about it and go on with his day. Just like always. Though when the day was said and done, the night would greet him with open arms, ready and willing to take him to his imaginary lover.

This was Hiccup's dirty little secret, his shame.

A/N: Pfft. I have no idea where I pulled this from. If you don't get what's going on, I don't blame you. I wrote this at one in the morning while hopped up on cough medicine. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and remember:

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