A/n: Another one. Bit of a Toothless/Hiccup friendship moment, more of Hiccup's adventures in staying awake. It's a sign that I need to sleep. A sign I choose to ignore completely.
A worried croon woke Hiccup from his nap. "Wha..." he mumbled, opening his eyes to find himself face to face with Toothless. The dragon looked very unimpressed, eyelids narrowed just slightly in irritation. "What did I do now?" he yawned, stretching his arms out and hitting his arm on something as he did. Oh.
That explained it. Hiccup was in the forge - even with the new influx of chiefly duties, he managed to help Gobber out every once in a while, as payback for the help the blacksmith was giving him. Hiccup was almost certain that the only reason the entire village hadn't burned down yet was because Gobber was there. That, and Valka's help; now, he wasn't the only one that people came to with their dragon related problems. It certainly left him more free time, though that time was mostly taken up with other things that kept coming up.
Back to the problem at hand - Hiccup had fallen asleep in the forge. It happened often, more often than he'd care to admit, but it'd been happening for years - ever since he first became Gobber's apprentice. He'd fallen asleep on his first day there; Gobber hadn't been sure of what to do, so he'd just left him to sleep on the floor. He'd been a complete runt, too weak even to work in the forge. And now he was chief of the tribe. It still hadn't properly sunk in.
Hiccup looked over the work at the desk, squinting as he tried to make sense of his scribbled ideas from a few hours before. Like most things written just before one collapsed from exhaustion, they were mostly illegible, or, on the off chance that his handwriting was translatable, a terrible idea. What was he thinking when he'd considered, quite seriously by the detail in the notes, a contraption that allowed sheep to ride dragons? The comedy factor? he guessed, lifting another page from the table.
Another croon broke his thoughts, reminding Hiccup that he still had an over-protective dragon to convince of his wellbeing. "I'm fine," he said, yawning slightly as he piled all of last night's ideas together in preparation of disposing of them (with fire, so no one could possibly find them and ridicule him for them).
Toothless's disbelieving look said it all. The dragon flicked his tail towards Hiccup's pile of terrible ideas, one eyelid raising to mock the eyebrow raise some Vikings could achieve.
"Really! I was just tired, with all the chiefing and the 'help rebuild the village, Hiccup', 'come look at my new trick, Hiccup', 'feed me an obscene amount of fish, Hiccup'!" With the last words, Hiccup glared at Toothless.
The dragon didn't even have the decency to pretend to look sorry for what he'd done, instead giving Hiccup a less than subtle nudge towards the door.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Hiccup laughed, walking over to the exit. Just as he was about to leave, Gobber barged in.
"Ah, Hiccup!" he smiled, "Heading off to bed now?"
"Yeah..." Hiccup admitted, "Mr Worry-a-lot over here thinks it's bedtime."
"He's probably right," Gobber reasoned. "Usually is. Better than telling than you, anyway." he said, looking pointedly at Hiccup's dishevelled appearance.
Always with the worrying. Hiccup complained mentally, pushing past Gobber and letting Toothless take the lead as he walked back home.
If y'all have any requests ('cept romancey stuff - I'm terrible at it) please tell me. I'm so motivated to write, but I have hardly any ideas... (whyy)