~~**~~ Just ANOTHER quick Author's Note: ^^; I don't know if you noticed, but I like to have the Thorston Twin's parents...dead. I don't know if they are in the movie or the books or not, but in my mind they work out better if they're dead. It just makes the twins' relationship THAT much more beautiful...in the fact that they truly rely on each other to survive and stay sane (when they're not beating and driving each other INsane lol)

And it gives way to ALOT of helpful sentimental heirlooms and things^^ Like Ruffnut's stone atop her war hammer (in the beginning of "This Sickness") and now Tuffnut's dragon tooth necklace, and probably more to come! lol So, I hope it doesn't offend anyone, but I figured I'd give you all a heads up^^ The twins' parents, in my strange little HTTYD world, are dead^^

Thankyou so much for reading!~~**~~

"Worthy"

"Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above, some moments last forever, and others flare out with love, love, love..."

Tuffnut put the blade up, his face falling as he returned it to the table top with ginger and absentminded hands. Hiccup's face fell as well, his hands shooting forward before hesitating and falling back to his side, heartbreak in his eyes. "Don't you like it? You kept saying you needed a new one and I really thought you'd get a kick outta the BoneKnapper thing and-" He shook his head, looking like tears were about to well into his eyes. Tuffnut shook his own head, wrapping a strong arm around the boy and jerking him into his side, pausing to rest his lips in his hair for a second time.

He loved it; that was the problem. It was probably the most thoughtful gift he had ever received...Probably the best gift he had ever received. That was just it. It was such an awesome gift...and he had nothing to give in return. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling this sword would give him when he swung it. Nothing would ever compare to the amount of effort Hiccup had put into creating something so perfect. Nothing from his entire life could compare, nothing he could find now could compare...absolutely nothing.

Tuffnut opened his eyes, body tensing as he ran the last of his thoughts through his mind one more time. He blinked, standing straight and pulling from the still sniffling viking. Hiccup frowned, wiping a calloused and sooty hand beneath his nose as he watched the blonde fish around inside his tunic for something. "T-Tuff...what're you doing? Do you have an itch or something...?" Tuffnut cut his eyes at him, stunned at how the stupid remark sounded like so many of Ruffnut's own.

After a moment he pulled a leather thong from around his neck, tangling it in his fist and jerking it off his throat, the strings breaking with a quick snap. Quickly he pushed his fist out to Hiccup, turning his palm up and offering what was inside of it. The boy simply blinked and stared for a moment.

"It doesn't really compare but-" Hiccup shook his head, reaching out with almost timid fingers to pick up the offering. Tuffnut watched with, admittedly, baited breath. It was his last hope.

Hiccup shook his head again, turning to look back up at him with those wide, searching eyes. "Tuff...I can't take this." He started to put it back into his hand, but he closed his fist too fast, wrapping it around his hand instead, shaking his head as well.

"You can. It's my gift. It's the only thing I can think of that even comes CLOSE to being right...I'll do better next year, Hicca, but take this, THIS year." He closed the boy's fingers around the necklace, pushing his hand back into his chest, prepared to beg if he had to. WHY it was so important he take the piece from him, he still wasn't one hundred percent sure; but, he knew it HAD to be done. Hiccup seemed to finally understand this, his fist tightening around the necklace, another sickeningly sincere smile spreading over his countanence.

"It's perfect." Tuffnut let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he had been holding in. He gave a smile of his own, form relaxing as he turned the brunette around and knotted the leather pieces behind his neck. He couldn't resist nipping at his throat before letting him turn around, smirking at the bright blush still crawling across his cheeks as he rubbed at the nape of his neck and toyed with the necklace.

It was a dragon's tooth. The sentiment was a little lost, now that they didn't hunt dragon's and use them as the ultimate trophies anymore (something Tuffnut, admittedly, regretted a little and missed alot), but it got his point across well enough. It was the canine of a Nightmare, the curved fang stretching about four inches, its tip still sharp to the touch. His father had killed the dragon...On the first hunt Tuffnut was allowed to go along on. He had been seven at the time. His father had brought the creature down, then given him the sword to allow him the finishing blow...Never had he felt so much like a man as then.

The necklace had been given to him as a reward and a trophy. He had shown it off every chance he got, chattering about it over and over and over again to anyone who would listen. How many times had Hiccup probably heard the story as they were growing up together? Whether he told it to him face-to-face or he had simply over heard him telling the other kids and adults. Oh how he had worn that necklace with pride. He STILL did; no matter what had come to pass between them and the dragons. That necklace was one of his most precious possessions...And now, seeing it winking at him from Hiccup's slender little throat...It seemed, well, perfect.

Hiccup was his. His little Hicca. The tooth was his. His move towards manhood. Everyone KNEW that tooth. Everyone KNEW what it meant to him, what it WAS to him. Now, they would know what HICCUP meant to him. Hiccup was HIS. And no one could ever deny it now. The best part was the fact that just above the tooth, Hiccup was beaming from ear to ear, tears brimming in his eyes again.

This time he did crush the boy to his chest. And mesh their mouths together. And bring him crashing to the wooden planks of the floor. He only separated himself from the boy's lithe little form long enough to lock the door and window, then easily fell back atop him.

It may have been late...but, it was a good Christmas...and next year only promised to be better.

~~**~~ And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the END of the VERY LATE Christmas/snow TuffCup fic^^ lol I hope you all enjoyed it, please let me know what you think! And don't forget to look out for the newest installment in my little TuffCup hobby, "Waiting on the Sun" *insert SHAMELESS self-advertising here* XD It's, hopefully, a Ragnarok-ish FF where the boys, and their siblings/friends are older^^ Thankyou SO much for reading! I hope y'all enjoyed and hope to see you again!~~**~~