So Much More
By: Selim
Summary: As future king, Toothless was entitled to the wealth, power, and women that came with the job. A chance meeting with a creature from another world teaches him that there's so much more outside his world and only he can protect it. Antro-Toothless x Hiccup
Warnings: AU-AR, Antro-Character, sug. human sacrifice, sug. dragon slavery
Pairing: Toothless x Hiccup
Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. This is a piece of fiction and the author is not making any money off its creation.

Pulling his coat off, Toothless dropped the thick material on the little human with only a passing glance towards Flaremoth, who stood a distance back in expressionless observation. There's a second that he thinks that it's all over, that she'll start screaming about the humanbeing in the castle, only causing hordes of dragons to come and see the biggest secret of the year. It's a scary thought, one he's not willing to put Hiccup through.

"You will not speak of this." His voice is steady and powerful, the same tone his father uses when his word is the law. It causes Flaremoth to give a startled jump, pressing her lips together with a low, understanding noise.

"I have no intention of speaking of this to anyone, my lord." She brushes her dress absently. "Take him inside, I'll keep the crowds distracted." The train of her dress slid through the dirt with the flick of a long tail as she started back into the palace with a sense of purpose. The gander of girls, sided against a wide column in wait for the prince, were gathered up by the nightmare and carried in for the simple task to powder their horns for the prince.

The small tug of his lips was not lost to him. He tucked the name of the merchant's daughter in the back of his head before taking Hiccup by the arm and starting through the more private sections of the royal gardens. There was a path leading into a hedge maze, currently guarded by two gronckles that Toothless slipped easily past with only the passing looks of surprise from the men in his family coat of arms. "Inform my father that there is something of importance in the Green Room. Do not inform anyone else of the human's return."

Hiccup's face was nearly tucked into his hip bone, the small human using the fabric of his trousers as a veil. A firm hand on the creature's back, the prince brought Hiccup through the winding maze and into the small doorway peeking on the furthest corner of the castle. It was a heavily guarded path only used by the royal family, leading into the King's private office and library more commonly known as the Green Room. The Green Room had been aptly named by his great grandfather, after his stunning mate had redecorated with her favorite flowers and colors, leaving a more earthly feel into the stone. These days, it was more neutral in atmosphere with an excellent view of the private gardens.

Dismissing the zipplebacks with a nod, Toothless settled his human on the seat of the davenport, giving the once over to categorize every blemish that hadn't been there two days before.

The nice clothes and jacket Hiccup had worn when left back in his world were torn and caked with mud. Under his eye were three long cuts, the remains of someone's sharp claws. Tilting Hiccup's head back, Toothless swallowed as he noticed the formed bruising wrapping around the small creature's neck, the familiar tell of collar and chain.

With a clue to lead him on the right path, the prince nudged his jacket off small shoulders, taking in the sights. More bruising and cuts moved down his arms (someone had dared to wrap their dirty claws around the human's forearms?), leaving angry red patches along pale skin until the familiar darkening of flesh around twin wrist were all Toothless could see.

"Slave traders." He turned Hiccup's hand, looking at the fine scaring left by metal brackets. There, right under the blue vein that sometimes visibly pulsed up the small hand, was the slave trade insignia of two dragons linked by the tails. The main group, the ever elusive Tail Raiders, was known to blatantly rush through towns and gather up victims in the day. Toothless had been seeking out the main group for years, with only faint ideas that they were housing out in the furthest islands, but countless searches had come up negative.

And in two days, Hiccup had stumbled upon them. In his own world.

That should never have happened. Massclaws had personally checked those caves, there were no signs of other dragons.

Rambling in a quick voice, Hiccup held up his arms. Toothless rubbed the skin gently, brushing his flat face through dark hair, hoping to pick up any familiar scents. All he could smell was the faint flowers of the gardens and cooled water. "How did you escape?" He whispered. Hiccup touched his cheeks, staring hard into his eyes.

"No leave Toothless! No!" The human language was high pitched and shaky.

"'No leave Toothless.' Not again." Toothless wrapped his arms around the boy. "I'm so sorry I put you in danger."

He released his hold when the side doors to the office were opened, his father stepping with a good pace. Behind him, looking every bit her part, was Raincloud, watching and considering the situation. The king's eyes fell on Hiccup, supplying himself with answers much faster than Toothless had. Finally he turned his attention on his oldest. "Return to our guest, Toothless. Your mother will sit with the human until we can gather information appropriately."

"I really think-"

"There is no room for discussion, Toothless. He's been grabbed by slave traders and we need to put out an air of not know what is happening. I've sent a guard to collect Ripper. We will have some answers by tonight but until then, we cannot sit idle. Raincloud?" His gaze dropped on his wife. She tapped his cheek lovingly before sitting next to Hiccup.

Immediately, the boy twisted from Toothless, pressing his face into her skirts with a scared cry of, "Mother!"

Toothless bit back the jealousy that rose in his gut. He could still hear in his head the loud crying of the human, the wish not to be sent away again. All Hiccup had known was that Toothless had taken him somewhere and someone bad had hurt him. "Of course. I'll send for Fishhook to come up and stand guard."

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" The queen asked, brushing her claws through Hiccup's tangled hair, scowling at the dirt and mud caking around the scalp.

Glaring at his mother, Toothless flashed a fang at her, something he hadn't done since he was a child. "Don't you dare suggest that my most loyalist friend is one of those." He brushed off his father's reassuring hand, grabbing his coat as he stormed towards the door. "I will send Fishhooks to watch the doors. He can be trusted."

Fishhook was a dragon - a nightmare - he had grown up with as a hatchling. The son of one of his father's most loyal guards, the nightmare had always been the prince's closest friend. He had joined Toothless for training at the royal guard facility, taking pledge to the future king. Now the head of Toothless' private guard, the two still carried on as hatchlings when they had the chance, sharing drink and exaggerated story about their conquest.

He found the dragon along the outer halls leading to the party, fixing his sash with an annoyed scowl at the fabric that was part of the formal uniform. "Hook." He stood next to his friend, looking out at the party. The females were crowded together, around the tall Flaremoth laughing and chatting. The female nightmare, center of attention, turned golden eyes towards him, winking playfully and Toothless found his cheeks burning, turning away.

"She's a hot thing. At least an eight on the scale." Fishhook crossed his arms, watching the female. "I'd tap that tail if I were interested."

"You narrow your options so much tossing it up with zipplebacks only." He joked back, his friend smirked back.

"Well, two heads are always better. It's a threesome every time." He nudged his friend. "Have you found the one you're willing to take as a mate yet?"

Scowling, Toothless grunted. "Didn't come to talk to you about that. I'm certain you recall the human from a few days ago in the palace."

"Yes, and I still haven't forgiven you for not telling me you were keeping the biggest scandal in your bedroom under my nose. Why do you bring it up?"

"Well he's back." Toothless sighed. "The slave traders caught him in the mountains but apparently he escaped." The color in the nightmare's face disappeared. "I know, I'm sure you've heard that father and mother suspect one of the guards to be a double. It was too coincidental that, even after we checked the caverns the slave traders were still there waiting."

Fishhook grunted in agreement. "Massclaws was the one that confirmed the cave safe for travel, wasn't he?"

"It's dark times, my friend."

The silence between them was an understanding comfort that spoke volumes louder as it always had. "What do you want me to do?" Fishhook finally asked.

"Stand guard over Hiccup with my mother until I can leave this party. You're the only person I can trust right now besides my mother." Toothless straightened his own coat and sash. "I will attempt to be out of here before the early hours. Whatever happens, don't let him out of your sight until I get there."He used the reflective surface of a vase to look at his horns, fixing the one above his forebrow. "We should get a pint when this is all over, feels like we haven't tossed a couple back together in sometime."

"Well with my life giver being so sick." Fishhook rubbed his largest horn absently.

Embarrassed, Toothless squeezed his friend's shoulder. "How is he anyway?"

"He is doing better." Fishhook trailed off, looking away. "Anyway, you get out to your party. I'll sit with the human." He moved down the hall, tail swaying behind him.

Stepping out into the party, Toothless plastered on his best smile as the son of a wealthy trade family came up to him, requesting a dance. At the base of the room, his father settled back in his throne, taking audience from the families of his kingdom with the calmest of eyes. On the dance floor, the prince made traditional small talk about the number of hatchlings he was expecting, how the throne worked, and his favorite topic how much sex was expected.

He was sipping champagne when Flaremoth approached him again, an intrigued sparkle in her eye. "I think I deserve a dance, my prince." She raised her glance. "Especially since our talk was cut so short by a little contraband."

Toothless smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Flaremoth."

"Of course you don't." The female tilted her head back with a knowing smile. "We're not talking about that. So have you danced with Ju Han yet?" She didn't offer him the chance to talk, already seeing the answer in the prince's face as he scowled. "Of course you have. He's been flaunting his impression on you, about his future title as lord consort."

"Believe me, that isn't in his title any time soon, my lady." Toothless rested a hand on her hip, swaying to the orchestra at a timed beat. Her long arms wrapped around his neck. "I still find it hard to believe that you would come here simply to catch a couple castaways from the night."

"Hm? Oh, yes. Simply delicious morsels. Tell me, my lord, what exactly are you looking for in a mate this evening? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction."

The flash of Hiccup came across his eyes. Someone that seemed to understand his every need without words, which had relied so heavily on him for honest reasons. Cheeks hot, Toothless to a sip of his drink while gazing over the crowd. "What I want, madam, is everything that you have."

"Oh?"

"I want the freedom to decide a bed partner for the night with no expectations of forever. I want to be able to continue the game, cherish the time I have to sample the flesh of all these men and women without risk of commitment. Find me that in this flock of hopefuls." He glanced over at Ju Han, who breathed a kiss towards him. "There's more than just the throne behind me."

"A man of multiple layers." Flaremoth tapped her chin. "Why, it almost sounds like you're describing me. Someone who doesn't care if you go out and gallivant around the servants, sampling their honey before a suitable pair comes about. And what of a female companion would you expect save a wallflower who knows when to keep her mouth quiet?" She stepped away from him, brushing his side with her wing tantalizingly. "You might be searching forever. These people expect high status jumps and expect you to be a wallflower for them. Right now they are nothing but to have such a trophy on their arm."

Toothless scowled. "I am no-"

"It's what they're expecting, to be the person to save you from your personal evils. To be the one to make you docile." She brushed a hand over his chest. "But it's not me you want." She breathed, walking her claws over his chest. "Let us hope you find that mate among these people who will let you run wild and untamed."

She stepped back through the crowds, approaching her valet with the smallest hint of pride. Toothless watched her leave before glancing back at the remaining party guest, most of which would stay there looking for some hint of the future princess.

His stride towards his father was stopped by his sister-in-law, her beautiful dress annunciating the slight bulge of egg in her belly. Catching her arm, he dragged her back towards the dance floor, as a deterrent for any more hopefuls of the night. Maybar grumbled low but accepted his hand politely, following in step with the pride of a lady.

"The girls were talking about the party." She started, absently staring towards her husband standing wait at Clawless' side. "They just love their uncle Toothless. I don't understand possibly why."

"Sure you do, the same reason you used to." Toothless tucked the female close, letting his step move with the music. As expected, she was flawless, keeping up with the beat without stepping on his shoes. "What's your opinion of the gaggle of sheep throwing themselves at my feet?"

Maybar smirked. "Sheep is the right word. If they had more than a few minutes to actually speak with you, they'd rush away a predator like you. But I am to understand you've hit it off with two people tonight."

"Ju Han speaks lies." Toothless grunted.

"Of course he does because anyone that met you knows you adore children but despise the thought of birthing them. Such a dominant male. Two sex organs but a desire to use only one. What does that make you?"

"A man."

"Under all those words, you're still a dragon like the rest of us." Maybe hummed. "But no, I meant that Flaremoth girl. I spoke with her earlier, before you disappeared. She doesn't seem the least bit interested in any of this. It is odd that she would come if not for the allure of the palace." Her golden eyes shifted through the one, cataloguing every piece of information she would need of the guest. "But she's not the only one who has your attention. He does as well."

Nearly breaking stride, Toothless twirled his sister-in-law with a flare of skirts. She twirled gracefully around him before taking his elbow again, bringing their bodies together with the switch in musical tempo. "One, she's here at her father's insistence."

"A girl not interested in the throne is dreadfully you. You hate to be bested by anyone when it comes to ambition." Maybar smiled. "But you're avoiding the he." There was a pause between them and her smile became a smirk. "Not talking about the human currently nestled into Rainy's skirts doesn't make him not exists. You've always been such a deviant when it came to passion but this isn't the same. You're sly when you want something, language barrier or no. What is it about the human that draws you to him?"

"I'm not talking about this with you." Toothless stepped back but she pulled him in again.

"Is it the uniqueness of it all? You always had to be special. Special privilege, special guards, special lovers."

Toothless scowled.

"Or is it just the air around him?" She smoothed his jacket, no longer dancing. "I know my opinion doesn't really matter to you these days since I chose your brother over your arrogant ass but... if you're going to make an appropriate decision, do it as an adult. Think about the throne, which will indeed be under your royal tail one day, and think about the family. Finally, remember that person's feelings because this is all still so new and wondrous but one day the veil will drop and he'll realize just how horrible this place is." She patted his breast pocket, kissing his cheek. "Go dance with the groupies, Toothless. Give them something to dream about tonight. We only need a possible name tonight more appropriate courting will come after and if you make the wrong decision, there is always your back up."

She stepped away from him, stepping into her husband's arms with the sincerest of smiles. Massclaws glanced up at Toothless, wrapping his arm around his wife before leading her away. Returning to his trek to his father, Hiccup took his father's elbow appropriately, watching the remaining crowds that wandered the party. A few drunken stragglers were led out until finally the hour approached that it was appropriate for the prince and king to leave the party.

"-His answer will be known tomorrow. We will send for the lucky mate then. Thank you for coming." He made his rounds pointedly, never staying long enough to give a guest time to ask about hints about Toothless' upcoming brothel and do keep his or her son and daughter in mind as they had the finest schooling this world had. Toothless bit back the condescendence from his face with a stern warning look from his father. Politely, Toothless bowed over the claws of multiple women and men of all shapes and sizes, never staying longer than a few seconds before taking towards the side door after his father when the goodbyes were said.

The silence between them was stifling but Toothless didn't make the attempt to break it as he picked absently at loose threads on his uniform, enjoying the soft waft of dirt, trees, and something distinctly human left on it from human, filling his mind with something other than his father. "Have you selected a girl?"

"In a few short words, I don't have much choice."

"No. Which of those fine individuals will be gracing our tables for the next few weeks as we prepare for the betrothal and mating ceremony?"

Toothless sighed. His sister-in-law was right, there were only two individuals that had made a lasting impression on him – and one of those persons was not on the approval list. "Lady Flaremoth." He glanced off. She was most likely not to change his world too much. It appeared the only problem they might face was the throne requirement to produce an heir, but she was best suited for his personality.

"Interesting choice." His father made a soft, approving noise. "I almost feared that you would select the human seducing treats from your mother."

"Well, I knew how much you would approval of that."

"I would approve it if it were not for the fact that you would walk all over his inability to speak our language. The point of the mate was to get some control over you, son, and not to enable this behavior any longer. Lady Flaremoth comes from a family of merchants and has the best schooling in the country. She's head strong, ambitious, but not overly so. The only person in this whole city that didn't butter me up with questions with the throne as a goal." There was something set in his eye, a hint of disproval at one thing or another. When he didn't elaborate further, Toothless continued on.

His mother and Hiccup were still in the Green Room with Fishhook standing nearly over them, ensuring the queen that he could carry Hiccup back to Toothless' room and it'll be just as safe there as it was in that room. Looking up from his queen, Fishhook stepped back with a shake of his head.

"I'll take him upstairs." Toothless settled in front of Hiccup, smiling as he watched the little human sleep in his mother's lap, even breath escaping his parted lips.

"So who is going to be my new child?" Raincloud leaned in. Toothless grumbled. "Don't keep it a secret, tell mommy."

"Lady Flaremoth."

"Oh…" The Queen's face crinkled. "Her."

"Now, Rainy, she's a good girl."

"She's not right for our Toothless." The queen grumbled. "Surely there were other girls that caught your fleeting attention for a second?"

Arranging Hiccup in his arms, Toothless thanks Fishhook with a pleased smile when his friend helped around the wiry humans around his neck so the boy was leaned deep into his shoulder. In his new position, Hiccup flexed his lips before parting them again, a thin line of drool rolling down the prince's uniform as he slept on.

"I can carry him back instead, my prince." Fishhook offered. "So you can speak with your parents about the betrothal."

Casting a look at his parents, Toothless grumbled. "I don't want to talk about this anymore tonight. I'll have a room arranged for Hiccup in the morning – my wing, preferably – and we can discuss the future mating ceremonies with Flaremoth tomorrow over tea. Until then, I'm tired." Toothless stiffly leaned over to kiss his mother on the temple. "Good night."

"I'll personally look into getting Hiccup a room in the castle tomorrow. I think he's going to be a permanent fixture in our life so we're going to need more…human-compatible furniture in this castle." Raincloud glanced at her mate. "And I think Fanglorn should be called in to do these designs." Toothless and Fishhook shared a smile as they left the room, knowing his mother would always talk the king into hiring only the most expensive interior designer known to dragon.

All for a little human.

"I know I'm asking a lot out of you but I wanted to know if you could guard Hiccup…personally, when he's not with me or the family?" Toothless settled into step. Fishhook glanced at the human, unsure if he was up for the job but finally nodded. "Thank you. You truly are my dearest friend."

"Don't try to butter me up, I see right through your lies." Fishhook smirked. "Good night, Toothless." He nodded at the doors leading to the prince's private rooms. Toothless nodded back, shifting the weight in his arms effortlessly before making his way down his corridors.

He was trying to settle Hiccup in his bed when the boy roused from his sleep, arms still wound around the dragon's neck. Reaching behind him, Toothless peeled the firm fingers apart, letting Hiccup dip onto the mattress. Sprawled out on his bed, arms dropped over head in a submissive position Toothless had seen all too often, the prince found himself flushing as he pulled back.

"Toothless?" Hiccup looked around with bleary eyes. "Mother?" He searched for the female night fury.

Brushing his clawed hand through Hiccup's dirty hair, Toothless dislodged a leaf from its spot. "Just you and me, Little One. Safe now."

"Mad." Hiccup puffed his cheeks. "Bad Toothless."

"I didn't mean for anyone to grab you Hiccup. All of this will be explained in the morning when Ripper gets here. You can tell us everything then." Toothless rested his hand on Hiccup's hip, scratching off a layer of dirt. "You are so dirty, Hiccup- worked hard to get away from those slave traders, didn't you?" He brushed his thumb over white skin that flashed from under the damaged skin. "I don't know about you but I think we could both use a bath. I smell of fancy perfume." He rocked the other boy's hip playfully before standing up.

A quick order to the guards standing wait on the other side of the door to have the baths prepared for them was easier than pulling Hiccup from the bed. The human, still half-asleep, gripped the soft blankets with a firm grip, kicking angrily at Toothless while crying repeatedly for the bed but the prince remained firm in his decision – if he was going to share his bed than his little friend was going to clean the grime off.

At least so Toothless could finish categorizing all the damage done to his human.

It didn't occur to him that Hiccup had never been in his family's private baths until he finally was able to drag the reluctant human into the tubs. In fact, Hiccup's bathing had been restricted to the usual bucket and cloth that most commoners used. The boy's eyes seemed wide and the three single in ground basins of various sizes and forms along the floor. As children, he and Massclaws used to bathe with his parents; a common practice in the family, one now shared by Massclaws and his growing family, but Toothless still occasioned the baths with his father or nieces but more often than not, enjoyed the quietness on his own in the deeper of the pools.

Bent over one of the basins, Hiccup looked into the body of water, currently filling with the aid of advance plumbing from the castle walls. Nervously, Hiccup dipped his fingers and pulled back, startled. Within the matter of minutes, he was talking excitedly while ripping his torn boots off to dip his foot in the warm flow. There was the widest of smiles on his face as Toothless shuffled through his private collection of toiletries while also helping himself to a few things from his mother's vast collection of soaps.

When turned around, Hiccup was naked (Toothless had only seen that much skin when he changed the boy from the rags on the first day) and jumping into the pool of water with a voice of high excitement, all hint of lack of sleep gone. Dipping his own foot in the water, Toothless slid into the basin with more finesse. The fact that the little human was swimming around the pool in quick laps as his nieces tended to do meant little to the dragon as he added a few of his mother's bath soaps into the tub.

Stopping mid lap, Hiccup waddled over where the water became thick with the cleaner, trying to toss the remaining clumps out while shouting at Toothless.

Using the opportunity, Toothless dipped his wet fingers into Hiccup's hair, working bath soaps into the tresses. Squeaking, Hiccup swatted at his hand before slipping under the water to swim away.

"Hiccup!" Toothless grabbed the boy's foot. It fought to get loose from him but he moved his hand up, grasping hold of milky, smooth thighs. Pulling Hiccup back, Toothless settled the human of him, firmly locking the boy into place with his legs and tail while working his mother's finer soaps into the dirty hair. Hiccup huffed nosily but tilted his head back, letting Toothless' claws massage his scalp.

The scented cleanser was pulled handed to Hiccup, to let him smell the lavender scent while Toothless lathered his scales with the thick solution to keep them from dying out but appropriately washed away the dirt from the day. When he looked back, Hiccup had an additional layer of bubbles forming in the pool and around him, resembling a giant snow-dragon (or was it a snow-human?).

Putting on his best annoyed face, Toothless put his hands on the soapy head of the human and pushed Hiccup underwater, effectively washing away the suds. A clean Hiccup popped out of the water a second later, laughing joyously. Paddling to the side of the basin, Hiccup pulled himself out, settling happily on the side and watching Toothless reach for the drain plug.

He should never have glanced over at Hiccup at that moment. The human, water droplets rolling down his body, was a little pink along the ears from the heat of the water. He was plumping up nicely along the sides and no longer could Toothless count ribs as he had been able to do when they first met. The thought to categorize all the scratches and bruises were lost to the dragon as he caught site of the human's cock, nestled warmly along the human's thigh, limp.

It occurred to him suddenly that while he had seen Hiccup naked, he'd never paid attention to the anything below the human's belly button. Was it supposed to be out like that? A traditional dragon's cock (even the terrors) usually sheathed inside a protective sheath that didn't dangle nearly as much as Hiccup's cock. He wanted to ask if Hiccup was average for a human but it seemed inappropriate. In fact, the boy looked to be proportionate to his size, albeit thick. There was a tuft of brown, straight, hair at the base of the boy's white penis, drawing Toothless' line of sight back up towards green eyes watching him.

Hiccup flushed, covering himself. "Bad Toothless." Hiccup turned away.

"You're not in a sheath." Toothless stated, matter-of-factly. "Are humans out of their sheath all day? Doesn't it dry up?" He pulled Hiccup's hand away, glancing over the impressive human dick again. It twitched against the floor, shifting a bit to the center. Toothless inhaled just as Hiccup tried climbing to his feet. Grabbing the human's thighs, the prince stopped Hiccup, leaning in. "I just want to see, Hiccup. You don't need to be embarrassed."

He'd never been fascinated by dicks before, Hiccup's was simply different. It didn't barb like a terrors or coil like a gronckles, it seemed to seek warmth like a beacon, moving and hardening under Toothless' watchful eyes like a performing worm. The only sheath he could identify was at the very tip of Hiccup's little penis. Experimentally, the prince pushed the skin back to let out more of the human's dick to see how long Hiccup would actually be if he wasn't fully covered. Instead, he didn't find much more than a darkening mushroom head.

"T, Toothless..." Hiccup whined, his knees tightening as he attempted to close his legs.

It was almost a game, pulling the protective layer of skin back and forth and letting his fingers shift around the alternating size of the human's cock. Under his hands, Hiccup's hips began to shift, his pink lips parted with small gasps and moans as Hiccup's penis hardened under his palm, rising up towards the smaller creature.

"Ahh... Too-ahh!" Hiccup's hips jerked up and a bead of white spilt from the tip, rolling down Toothless' dark hand in a slick contrast of color.

Pulling away as if burnt, Toothless gazed at the sticky fluid over his fingers then at Hiccup, breathing heavily with the widest of eyes rimmed with unshed tears. Hiccup, no bigger than his nieces.

Hiccup - the one person he ever felt the need to protect.

"I..." Toothless swallowed. He jumped to his feet, hand still over him, with awareness that the noises Hiccup had made while ejaculating had an effect on him. Hiccup looked even smaller, his eyes focused on the thick length peaking from Toothless' protective sheath, already an impressive width in comparison. "I'm so sorry..." Toothless took a step back, instinctively grabbing his robe before rushing out of the baths.

He stumbled into Maybar as he fled down the hall, holding her ever-growing belly with the faintest of smiles. "Take Hiccup for the night." He demanded.

"What in the-" Maybar paused. "Toothless, what's wrong?"

"I can't-I..." Toothless looked at his hands, the evidence written everywhere. "I'm not Ripper. I can't hurt him."

"Toothless!" Maybar grabbed at his arms. "What have you done?" She tried to sound comforting but Toothless wasn't thinking about anything but the mistake he'd just made. Hiccup had already been handled by slave traders that day, who knew what they had already done to him and Now Toothless had forced himself on the little human? Hiccup would never want to see him after this. "What's going on?"

"I, I have to get out of here..." Toothless stumbled past her, feeling sick. Outside, he emptied the contents of his stomach in the bushes.

Get a hold of yourself, Toothless. You're just horny, haven't been laid in some time. This could have happened to anyone.

Only it didn't happen to anyone, it had happened to Hiccup.

And Toothless didn't know how he could live with the thought that his shameful ways had hurt his little human.