A/N: So far this one was my favorite one to write. I'm retarded, I know.

Scratching his head, Hiccup was slowly coming to the conclusion that he was going crazy. Standing in the middle of their bedroom, it looked as though a tornado had gone through and destroyed everything in the room. His and his wife's clothes were littered all over the floor, the bed was a mess and the down stairs wasn't any better. "I could have sworn I left them in here." He mumbled to himself, sitting down on the bed. A night fury's nose poked into the bedroom from the stairs and following the smaller black dragon was her rider.

"What in the world happened in here?" Farrin asked, eyes a bit wide as she took in the mess that was their room. Hiccup gave her an exasperated look.

"My riding gear, I had it hanging up and I can't find them." He expected a concerned or sympathetic expression from his wife but instead she was actually trying to hide a smile! Green eyes narrowed on her form as the dragon decided to leave the humans to find her mate and Farrin adverted his gaze as she looked at the floor. "You wouldn't have any idea where my gear went, do you?" He asked slowly, an eyebrow rising as she started picking things up off the wooden floor.

"No, I haven't seen your stuff dear." She replied, putting things back where they belonged before Hiccup had gotten a hold of everything. The young chief crossed his arms over his chest and his lips tugged upwards into a half smile.

"Really? You think Midnight could have gotten to it?" He asked, watching her for her reaction. She was just as protective over her dragon like Hiccup was over Toothless. She'd do anything to defend Midnight, and he had a feeling the dragon wouldn't even bother with his riding gear.

"Of course she wouldn't have taken it." Just what he expected her to say.

"Well, someone knew where my gear was and must have taken it for some purpose." Now if he could just figure out what she was up too. A quarter of the room had been picked up and she was close to the bed. Grinning, he reached out and grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him, earning a loud squeal from his wife. Chuckling he settled her on one of his legs, having a strong grip on her waist. "Now that I have your attention-"

"Hiccup, what are you doing?" His wife protested, pushing against his arm which only made him hold tighter.

"I wanted to give you benefit of a doubt, but I saw that smile you tried to hide. What did you do with my stuff?" He asked, cutting to the chase while his wife continued to squirm in his grasp. "You might as well stop; I'm not letting you go till you tell me what you did with my gear."

"Hiccup!" Farrin whined, soon followed by a giggle and then another giggle. Within seconds she was consumed in laughter once his fingers had slipped beneath her shirt and brushed against her skin in purposeful movements. He knew where her weak spots were and he would show her no mercy till she returned his things or gave up where she'd put them. "Ah, nooo! Stop, please!" She pleaded between laughs, twisting and turning in failed attempts to get away from his fingers. This continued for almost a minute and she finally cracked, "Alright alright, I hid your stuff in the shop." She cried, trying to breathe again as Hiccup's fingers ceased. Bringing one hand up, he brushed away the tears in the corner of her eyes and smiled.

"Why did you hide my stuff there?" He asked, wondering what his wife was thinking.

"I thought it'd be funny at the time." She breathed, wiping whatever tears he didn't get. Hiccup merely shook his head and kissed her on the temple.

"You're crazy." He murmured.