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"The Sword and the Stone"

"And all I ever learned from love, was how to shoot at someone who out drew you..."

It had taken alot for him to get the balls to go into the Smithy and confront the brunette head on. He didn't like to admit defeat. He didn't like to admit failure. He didn't like to admit a mistake. Everything that he was going to say was burning up in the back of his throat and swelling his tongue. His feet were dragging of their own accord, his limbs achy and heavy, a knot twisting and tying in the pit of his stomach. It had taken him the whole time he was putting Scrye up and getting her settled back in, and the whole walk here to work out what he was going to say in his head; and it still sounded shotty and stupid. What a pathetic excuse for a lack of a present, for a lack of a way to show he cared about the boy more than anyone in the world...

Then he had opened the door to find the brunette with his head bowed beneath sadness of his own. Tuffnut wasn't stupid, he knew hurt and depression when he saw it; especially on his little Hicca. But, instead of running to crush the boy to his chest, instead of telling him whatever it was it was going to be alright, he just dropped his head even farther and announced that he had a problem to discuss.

And Hiccup had STILL turned to him with a smile.

What the boy saw in him, he would never be able to guess. What made him smile, no matter what he did or said, he would never be able to guess. What drew the freckled brunette out of his deep thoughts and brought him surfacing to the world with a beam at him, he would never know. But, he would be positive that the beam? Always drew him out of whatever depressing thoughts he was having. The auburn bangs tossing from glittering emerald eyes as thin arms wrapped around his body and round freckled cheeks lifted with a pale rose tint before pressing into his chest...the quiet laugh that followed every murmured greeting and surprisingly tight squeeze accompanying it...Made everything better.

"Tuff! I was just looking for you! Ruffnut said you went out...you look like you've been out! Geeze, get over by the fire, dunderhead." He was streamlining happy words again. He tended to do that when they first spoke to each other after a while. He stepped back, unwinding his arms and taking him by the hand, starting to lead him over to the bellows to warm himself. Nice as that sounded, he shook his head, planting his feet firmly into the ground and stopping the boy in his tracks.

"Hicca, I need to talk to you. I need to tell you something." He averted his eyes when the emerald hues came back to search them in confusion.

"It can't wait till you at least warm yourself? You'll get sick." Another tug at his hand, another shake of his head and firm plant of his feet. He wasn't going anywhere until he could get this sick feeling off his chest and acidic burn from the back of his throat.

Hiccup turned to face him again, furrowing his brows before turning his body completely, squeezing his hand as it hung between them. "Tuff...?" He swallowed hard, trying to simply vomit the words out, trying to simply get them past the lump in his throat.

"Hicca...I don't have a gift for you." He closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he did, the lump decreasing a little. "I'm sorry...I had one but I got rid of it...I didn't think it was good enough and now I don't have one. This whole Christmas thing is stupid anyways...you know you mean alot to me, why do I have to find something worthy enough to give you? What if there ISN'T anything good enough to give you? I-" Another light squeeze to his hand stopped him mid-sentence, drawing his eyes up to the brunette's face. He had been rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand as he was grumbling and muttering, more to himself than Hiccup, and now his hand fell back to his side. There was nothing left to say...and apparently Hiccup didn't want to hear anymore anyways. He was just smiling...

"Tuff...it's fine, really. You don't HAVE to give me anything. Just the fact that you went through all the trouble of looking for something and trying to find something, as you put it, "worthy" of me, is a gift enough." He closed the space between them, leaning on tip-toes to wrap his arms around his neck...it took him a moment to register the words and return the gesture. When he did he buried his nose in the boy's hair, able to smell the cool of the snow he had walked through earlier, able to smell the soot of the Smithy that he basically lived in...able to smell him.

He laughed quietly, shaking his head with a small sigh of relief before pulling back to look down into the freckled face again, suddenly feeling the need to count and lick each one. "Don't make excuses for me, Hicca...I know I'm a dunderhead." The boy laughed aloud, nodding brightly before leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"You ARE that, but I'm serious. Just the fact that you put so much thought into it means more to me than you'll understand, Tuff." He beamed again, all the genuine sincerity of it making Tuffnut a little sick to his stomach again, in turn making him laugh quietly through his nose again.

"Yeah well...I'll find you SOMETHING worthy..." He put his lips to the boy's forehead, unable to think of anything else to say. He hadn't expected anything to go as well as this, but he hadn't known what to expect AFTER things either.

"Now, I'm going to give you MY gift." He didn't want a gift if he didn't have one to give. But, Hiccup was already turned towards the nearby table and lifting something off it by the time he opened his mouth to speak. And the grin of pride he turned around with was enough to shut him up fast; though the feeling of being a failure of a piece of a shit was sinking into his stomach again.

"Hicca...don't..." He shook his head, trying to push the long wad of skins and leather back into the boy's hand, but he would have none one it.

"Stop. You'll take the damned gift, I worked hard on it." Hiccup frowned, Tuffnut groaning with another put-upon sigh before looking down at what looked like a leather wrapped stick. It took him a moment to do or say anything, took him a moment to WANT to do or say anything. Now he was adding guilty to his, "List of Never Been Felt Emotions Before Today" tally. "Open it!" Hiccup nudged him on, making him sigh and nod his head, grumbling something about knowing how to unwrap a gift as he started to unwind the leather.

He paused when he came down to a leather scabbard. No mistaking it, he was holding a scabbard. With something IN it. He dropped the excess skins to the floor, turning the scabbard to look at the gleaming white sticking from its end. A dragon. A beast of a creature, carved in polished white, its giant maw opened in a mighty roar, revealing its tiny glimmering fangs. Its eyes glimmered red, sparking like fire amidst the bleached stone. No...it wasn't stone...Tuffnut ran his hand over the top of the dragon's head, able to feel each little scale carved into it, his brow furrowing as he did.

"It's bone." He glanced up at the brunette, watching Hiccup rock back and forth on his heels as he tried to contain the proud grin still spreading farther and farther across his face. "From a BoneKnapper Dragon. I got Toothless to take me back to where we fought the Red Death and started rooting through the ruins...I found it and got Gobber to identify it for me. He says its the strongest dragon bone out of them all. Carves nicely too." Another hint of pride escaping with the last of his sentence, Tuffnut unable to stop a smirk as he watched the little viking's head cock to the side happily. "And the eyes are rubies..."

He looked back down at the dragon, noting how it had no body other than its thick neck and wings. The wings sprouted out to each side, thinning into narrow lines, knobbed off at the end to create a handle for a sword. Tuffnut slowly slid the blade from its scabbard, listening to the metal sing at the smallest of touches. It gleamed in the light, white sparks shooting from its tip as the flames of the fire reflected from it. Flames were etched into the metal near the base as well, shooting down the blade a good two finger lengths before curling off. It was a magnificent piece of work...a long sword fit for Kings.

Not for someone who couldn't even find anything better than a damned stone to give in return...