~~**~~ Yay for the ending to "This Sickness"! I'm sorry the story drug out for so long! I just lost motivation half way through and then the story lost purpose...and the more I tacked onto it the more I felt like I was killing it...so I went ahead and tried to put it out of its misery with this ending^^; I'm sorry for disappointing if I did! Please, forgive! ;_;

But, other than that all I have to say is...this ending is short and sweet^^ I know it doesn't REALLY have Tuffnut in it, but I didn't feel the need to do anything from his POV for this...I started to, but when I went back and reread Hiccup's little POV piece here I was completely taken with it. It's such a simple and clean way to end things^^ Hiccup's gotten caught, yes, but he's absolutely THRILLED with the way things have turned out and the two are OBVIOUSLY a VERY happy couple lol

So...I hope you all enjoyed! Thankyou so much for reading! Hope to see you again! Thankyou!~~**~~

"I'll follow you into the dark..."

He had been telling everyone they were from a bad wrestling match with a bit of leather and string. That he had been working on a new tail fin for Toothless and had gotten tangled in it when he was trying to put it on the restless dragon. Of course, even he knew the excuse was weak and strange. How did it really make sense that he had gotten rope and leather wrapped around his throat so tight? When he was supposedly just trying to put a tail fin on...

He smiled as he glanced over it in the mirror again. They were purple today...a darker shade than yesterday...some of the red in their centers fading...The markings roped around his throat in odd sets of three and four. On the right side he had four, basically one atop the other, the three from the left threading together with them. His Adam's apple was just basically a solid block of purple and red with black trimmings, the bruises spidering as they reached farther around either side of his neck. They were beautiful.

Like some sort of strange choker or collar...something letting everyone secretly know who put them there. Everyone knew something had happened, just one look at them and you could tell they were from hands wrapping around his throat and squeezing...no one knew EXACTLY what had happened to put them there...But, if he watched their eyes, he could almost imagine they did. Almost imagine they could see the blonde throttling him until they both screamed in climax.

He had been marked. And, strangely, he was loving every minuet of it. The biggest part of him was dreading the day the bruises finally faded way, was trying to think of a way to get the viking to make them again before it happened; to make new ones, to make BETTER ones.

"Hiccup!" He jolted, spinning on his heel to face the bathroom door with wide eyes, fingers tightening over the marks instinctively. He closed his eyes, taking a breath as his mind registered the voice and the tone of the voice, understood what it wanted.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm still here." He didn't bother to open the door, rather called through it. Didn't matter, when he wanted to, the Chief of Berk could hear a rat scurrying ten miles away.

"Alright...what're yah doin' up there that's takin' so damned long? Yah drownin'?" Gobber's laugh accompanied the comment, Hiccup rolling his eyes before turning to face the mirror again.

"Yeah, Dad, that's EXACTLY what I'm up to." He grumbled, knowing his father didn't really expect an answer this time anyways. Just as long as he knew Hiccup hadn't left the house again, he was fine. It was one of the reasons Gobber was over for dinner, well, over for however long this took. He and Stoic were taking turns keeping HICCUP under house arrest as well.

He had gotten caught sneaking off to see Tuffnut.

And, low and behold, it was Astrid who had caught him and ratted him out too. Not that he was surprised, he knew her well enough to know she would eventually get her revenge, he just hadn't been expecting it to bite him in the ass as hard as it did. He didn't think she knew anything other than he was going to visit Tuffnut, most likely-in her mind-out of guilt for getting him in trouble; but, part of him hoped and prayed she knew something. That she had SEEN something or HEARD something...Anything for her to know what he was doing now and WHO he was doing it with...and THOROUGHLY enjoying himself as well.

Actually, he just wanted SOMEONE to know. He didn't care who, he just really wanted someone to know. He bent farther over the wash basin, tilting his head back a little more to examine the marks closer, his fingers rubbing over them smoothly. He couldn't help it, he just liked to look at them...He was loved. So much so that the person who loved him, wanted to MARK him. Wanted to make SURE no one would confuse him for being single or up for grabs, wanted to make SURE everyone knew he was loved; if they didn't know WHO he was loved by, they would at least know he was LOVED.

Hiccup just wanted to reveal in it for the rest of his life. Hence why the mirror had become his best friend during the day. He only looked at them during the day because at night...he had another best friend. One that knew how to steal across the village without being seen, how to slip in through the window without being detected...Someone tall, blonde, and dominating...Someone who knew how to leave the perfect marks and make him scream for joy while doing it. Someone he loved JUST as much as they loved him.

Someone who made him happy.

~~**~~ NOTE!: I'm writing a bit of a "sequel" to this story^^ I've written a VERY LATE Christmas fic as a sort've middle bridge between the two (a bit of fluff and filler^^) but I'm writing a new story entitled "Waiting on the Sun" with this pairing! Everyone's older in it and it will be a bit of a Ragnarok-ish story, if everything goes as planned^^ Please keep an eye out for it! Thankyou so much, again, for reading!~~**~~