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It's 12 a.m. right now and I just wrote all of this, so forgive any grammar mistakes. I'm sorry updates have been slow. LOOOOOOOOTS of crap has been going on before I can say goodbye to high school forever. In just seven days…! Whee! –telephone rings- -glances at it slowly- Um… XD

WARNING: Nothing graphic, really, but yeah the warning's here anyway. Just to show it might become so later. (If you lovelies don't mind… XD)

DISCLAIMER: Iie. (Japanese for 'No.')

Confusion

"'Go check on him,' she says," murmured Hiccup, kicking a little pebble with his foot. "This is just wonderful."

It was not that he was oblivious to Toothless vanishing—he had watched the dragon stalk off. The reason why Astrid had told Hiccup to go look for him was because Toothless had not come back. For two days. Hiccup had not admitted that he was worried sick, his brain so full of where the dragon could be he couldn't do much properly. He finally acquiesced to her plea when his thoughts started heading down a path he did not want: what if he had been ambushed? What if he was hurt? What if he was de—? His mind instantly shut that door of negativity and he had practically sprinted out of the house. Still, there was a particular reason as to why now may not be a good time to talk to Toothless. Maybe Toothless was perfectly fine and just needed space. Hiccup cursed his luck—or maybe he never had it in the first place.

Not true, his mind trickled the words.

And it produces the vivid image of his and Toothless' haven—the place they officially met and got to know one another. They buried generations of hatred and fear there together, building trust and familiarity over it. In that secluded space, they forgot the world, forgot that their kinds were enemies. His friendship with the dragon had been forbidden, but it never seemed to matter when they were together.

Hiccup gave sigh. There had never been a passing moment when he had not felt utter contentment at just seeing the dragon waiting for him, noble and majestic in the same place he left him; and that contentment would fill him from his crown to his toes when that same creature turned into a happy, silly one, an entirely different remnant of what he is.

He misses that simplicity.

Brushing aside shrubbery, he emerged into that same haven, that same peaceful atmosphere. He looks down, and the smile he had on his face during the reverie slipped. The being down there was the same and yet different. Toothless was perched on the rock, the same rock he would wait upon for him everyday as a dragon. So misplaced but maintained.

Making a careful descent, Hiccup reached the ground with more or less problems. His leg was throbbing, but he kept the grimace aside. Toothless still did not turn around. He either did not sense another person or he was deliberately ignoring him. Hiccup took a deep breath and moved forward.

The other man finally stirred, tilting his head back and angling it to peer over his shoulder. Meeting Hiccup's gaze, he lifted a brow. "What are you doing here?"

"No reason."

"Then you should head back. I'm thinking."

This was good, the Viking supposed. "Thinking about what?"

"Nothing in particular that concerns you."

So much for that… "Ah, I see."

"Do you?"

He heaves a sigh. "No, I don't."

Toothless turned again. "Either you do or you don't. Now are you going to keep talking?"

"I am, actually."

The sudden smirk made Hiccup tense, and he watched Toothless recline back. "Be prepared for disappointment then."

"What does that mean?"

No reply.

"That's how it's going to be then, huh? You're just going to ignore me?"

Again, he met silence.

"What exactly did I do wrong now? You are always telling me that I need to grow up and change but how in the world am I going to do that when you're sulking and moody all the time?"

Toothless twitched but gave no answer. He was determined not to get riled this time.

Hiccup, however, was having none of this—he was beyond aggravated. With all his might the Viking shoved the dragon to the ground, surprising himself and Toothless with his aggression. On instinct, Toothless hissed and promptly tackled the other boy, a feral snarl seething past his teeth, raising his hand and curling them like talons—

I don't have them anymore.

The hand froze and he was more than painfully aware of the loss of his self. What was more acute was that the notion of striking Hiccup back had been there. Toothless eyes widened a fraction. It had been there! He shuffled himself quickly from Hiccup, looking at this form in disbelief. This body was beyond his control. He was more dangerous now than he was before…. Wasn't he? As a dragon it was never hard to rein in powerful builds of emotion. As a human he could be gentler but equally hostile. Putting his face into those hands Toothless shuddered violently, attempting to push everything back.

Hiccup was stunned with his own actions, an apology on his lips when Toothless' face contorted to such fear it made his heart hurt to see it. Toothless curled in on himself, causing Hiccup to feel worse all the more. Standing, he softly stepped over to the dragon, slowly placing a hand on Toothless' shoulder. When he flinched, Hiccup felt the guilt gnaw.

"Toothless, I'm sorry."

Toothless huddled further into himself.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you—"

"Why are you apologizing idiot?"

Hiccup blinked and gulped nervously. "Well, I— if I hadn't acted like that you wouldn't have— you know, remained composed. And I'm sorry for treating you like that."

Toothless breathed out heavily, fisting his hand into his hair; it had gotten longer. Hiccup looked at the locks, remembering how Toothless had been begging for him to cut it as it was becoming cumbersome. Tentatively, Hiccup wrapped a hand on one tanned hand and carefully loosened them from his hair. Toothless' head shot up in surprise.

Hiccup offered a weak, though, sincere smile. "You're going to yank them out if you keep tugging on them."

Blinking twice rapidly, the dragon smirked at him, sensing Hiccup's attempt to lighten the mood, but it was not working at the moment. The Viking saw that clearly—those beryl eyes still held some darkness. Hiccup rested his hands on Toothless' shoulders, and the dragon looked up at him. "I am sorry." Toothless felt an unfamiliar rush of blood in his face, and, more so, a foreign desire tickled the edges of those torrent emotions, like wisps of smoke from a tiny spark they clouded, growing into a larger flame. He knew what love was. This was not love—not completely anyway. It was a mixture of love and… heat. Simple, smoldering heat pooled and the dragon was confused by it; his mind still held aspects of a dragon. However, as the body was human, it released its feelings into the brain and Toothless nearly doubled over from the vivid images he saw in the mind's eye: grinding and moaning, claiming what should be his—

The thoughts had been so clear and real Toothless backed away quickly from Hiccup, the tint in his cheeks turning brighter. Discomfort sharply reared its ugly head and the man winced.

"Are you alright?" asked Hiccup, carefully watching him.

Toothless nodded, withal, attempted to keep the malaise at bay. Hiccup was still warily keeping an eye on him, and the dragon snorted. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look… flushed."

Embarrassment filled him and, flummoxed, he crossed his legs and leaned forwards. Bad idea, he thought, feeling the pain between his thighs intensify. The human body was incredibly strange and bothersome… Wishing the bulge would go away, he took deep breaths to empty his mind—it might work. This body was dying to kill him, was his next sour remark at himself. Hiccup was just beyond confused and he began to approach.

"No, no, no! Stay there!" shouted Toothless, holding up a hand.

"Why…?" Hiccup somewhat drawled, not able to fathom what was going on with his companion.

"No reason, all right. Just— go back to the village. I'll be there in a little bit."

"I came all this way to get you. I'm not going to leave till I take you back with me—everyone's worried about you."

"Look, I'm fine; I'm just going to finish, um, thinking."

Hiccup's brow rose and he gave him a stare that knew Toothless was making it up. "Come on, let's go."

"I'm staying here for a bit. Go back."

"No, Toothless, come on." Hiccup countered, grabbing one of the other man's wrists. Toothless forced his entire weight down, relieved that he was still stronger than Hiccup in some ways. Hiccup, however, was tougher when pushed and suddenly hauled Toothless upwards by a foot. Shocked, Toothless reacted and slammed himself back down, causing Hiccup to lose balance and fall on top of Toothless, his forehead slamming square into the broad chest.

Toothless hissed, squeezing his eyes shut while Hiccup gathered his bearings and pushed himself up with one hand. Not sure whether to be upset or apologize, he merely decided it was best to get off.

That was when luck ran off and his knee accidentally pressed between Toothless' thighs. His eyes instantly widened and Hiccup blushed furiously. Toothless cursed his rotten luck as Hiccup hastily rose, his eyes automatically darting downwards, a part of his mind wondering if it was just his imagination. When he saw it wasn't, he promptly turned around and called out, "I'll see you back at the house!"

Toothless didn't reply, looking down at the outcome of arousal with loathing. Not only was this body challenging to ponder, it was abnormal in ways he never thought possible. Putting his face back in his hands, he waited for the erection to subside. The entire time his mind was inserting comments of how it was not all bad, it even seemed pleasurable—

He cut off the thought, annoyed and humiliated enough; he did not need that… thing to get worse.

AN: We're all adults here, right? (Least I hope so! I don't want to be blamed for destroying thy innocence. LOL) So, for this one, I wanted to delve into how Toothless would be affected with arousal in his new form. I couldn't wait anymore! I needed humor today so it wound up being amusing—at least to me. XD

Time for my reasoning… (Here we go, eh?) Anyway, the reason Toothless is like this is because he is an animal stuck in a human body—which is one of the strangest things on this planet. The desire for sex amongst animals is simply for the purpose of reproduction in the best possible conditions. Hence, there are cycles and timings involved when it comes to reproduction. Lust—at least in human form—has no timing so he was very caught off-guard; the only two species in the world that use sex for pleasure are humans and dolphins. Everything else is, as said, reproduction. What about love? Well, this is not from a scientific standing; it's my view of animals and love: I think they feel it, and if not that, at least, affection, so Toothless can distinguish it.

Anyway, yeah, there are my facts; if something is wrong or you know additional information, let me know. I won't edit the chapter though. I like Toothless aroused. XD