"If you look at the West, you'll glimpse the Big Dipper, the constellation which looks rather like a barrow, but without a wheel. Do you see it?"

After asking, Toothless took his eyes, which were gazing into a starry sky, and peeked at Hiccup, who while listening to him, just the same as him, gaped at the night vista before nodding at him, affirming. Immediately, she went back to her earlier position, relying her head on Toothless's stomach and staring upward, while the male remained still.

How was this even possible that her eyes are even more stunning at night? he questioned himself, gawking at her unaware self, unable to take his eyes off her dark, green, forest, sparkling by the reflection of stars, ones. It was only eventually, that he tightened his hold on her tail, which was knotted around his one, corrected the position of his back against the ground, and gazed wherever Hiccup was.

"The history connected to it is rather chaotic, at least in my opinion, because it's about Zeus falling in love with the nymph, Callisto. Obviously, Zeus's wife, Hera, immediately became jealous and transformed the woman into a bear. Unfortunately, afterward, Callisto's son, Arcas, didn't recognize his mother and attempted to shoot her, although failed, because Zeus turned him into a bear too. In final, Zeus placed the two of them permanently in the sky, and so, we have the Big Dipper - Callisto, and next to it the Little Dipper - Arcas; it's that constellation resembling the Big Dipper, it just has a longer, barrow handle," Toothless explained and peeked at amazed Hiccup, proud of himself. "Any questions?"

"So, this Zeus, from what you have said, is just Odin, but he fucks everything?" Hiccup inquired, glancing at him, curious.

"Basically."

"Well, Greece mythology is screwed up," Hiccup stated, before gazing at Toothless, playfully. "So, you say that you know all of that from your travels?"

"Yes," he declared, quirking up the corner of his mouth, "five years of traveling; I know, by now, six human languages, although only partly."

"I wish I knew at least one more language from Norse," she confessed, ricocheted at the sky, and squirmed her eyes at it. "What about this constellation? That one to the left from the Little Dipper? The four stars?"

"I see what you mean, however, I don't know any story related to it, but I can impress you with a dragon fact about it," Toothless revealed, leaning his head back, to gaze wherever she was. "It's pointing where the South is for them and-,"

"It's Southern Cross!" Hiccup interrupted, while Toothless skimmed at her, confused. "I just reminded myself; it's used by sailors to navigate."

"Dragons are doing that too," he acknowledged, looking upward. "The truth is, for my kind, everything that has a connection with the sky has huge importance; stars, wind, clouds, sun, all of it."

"Huge importance, you say, sunshine?" Hiccup reminded, and Toothless darted away, embarrassed, while the female giggled. "I didn't know you're such a romantic, honey. I thought it was just a meaningless, adorable pet name."

"I gave you it, and keep giving you it because you are the sun of my life; my light, which motivates me to wake up in the morning; my hope and longing; my everything."

As a response, Hiccup gaped at him, rather stunned, before beaming at him, lifting her face closer toward his. "As much as I'm honestly honored, we must remember that the sun wouldn't be as beautiful as it is if it wasn't for the sky, on which it may exist," she summed up, before both of them bumped their nose, together.

It was later on when Hiccup moved away, and gawked at him, interested, while the male narrowed his eyes at her. "What?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Tell me something more."

"Something more about constellations?"

"No, about yourself," she answered, snuggling her snout into his neck. "Something from before we even met."

"You mean before before we met? When you shot me down?"

"For example."

"I don't mean to disappoint you, but before ever meeting you, my life was quite boring," he conceded, exhaling while loosening, letting his forehead, and hence, whole head, press against the ground. "I was then just a dragon. In the morning hunt for breakfast, then guard your territory, lunch, guard, dinner, and the whole day passed, and such a routine every day."

"If so, then I guess you're glad it has changed," Hiccup indicated, inhaling her partner's scent of wet grass, forest aroma, and sweet, lake water. "You're glad the curse occurred."

"It is not a curse, it's a miracle," he divulged, lifting his head, to caress her cheek against his, "and I'm glad you appeared in my life."

"Me too," she responded, and not able to resist herself, when he was taking his head away, she licked his eyelid, swiftly, before asking. "What about time after the shot down, but before the meeting, meeting? These five years."

"Well, most of it was travel around the world, learning myself these human techniques, although, not in the best company," he started and sighed, detecting Hiccup's rather worried eyes. "You know, it's not the easiest to just become human. From what I have learned, people have their way of documenting everything. I couldn't just walk into the village, and pretend I was there for years."

"Right," she approved, while her ears dropped toward her scull. "What did you do, then?"

"Generally, I just ended up somewhere, where nobody cares who you are, where everybody starts their life all over again," he exemplified, glancing away, just so to avoid the sight of hers, "for instance, after the murder."

"You ended up on the markets, didn't you?" she inquired and stroked her chin against his scales when he nodded. "I'm so sorry; I heard how horrible there is," she sympathized, attempting to support him by purring. "What did you do, there?"

"I'm not sure if I want to talk about it," he hesitated, wincing at the memory. "Those weren't my proudest moments."

"You don't have to, but just so you know, and I will repeat it hundreds of times if necessary, I don't care about your past," she assured, raising his chin with hers, when he still didn't find the courage to gaze at her. "It's your present self that I fell in love with, and it's who you are now that I love. However, if the pain of the past is threatening that present self-,"

"I learned everything there," he began suddenly, interrupting her. "These people, these fucked-up people, they taught me everything, at least from before you did. It was them who I observed walk and talk; naturally, the first word I ever spoke was fuck, because of its multiplicity in their communication. They were people who taught me how to behave; they were like my family, my authority."

"Horrible authority," she established and Toothless nodded, agreeing.

"Also, they taught me how to survive, dirty, obviously. It's because of them I started stealing from stalls, daily, I was robbing houses, breaking into them, and ultimately, I was even attacking weaker people on the streets, in the darkest alleys. I've never killed anybody, that's an advantage, but whenever I remind myself of them, their innocent, scared faces, I just-," he paused, shoving backward his head, hard landing it on the grass, "I just feel like shit."

Subsequently, Hiccup whined almost soundlessly, before laying herself on his neck, and purring, licked his chin. "I love you," she reminded, and beamed, when Toothless gazed at her, inclining his head.

Later on, he rolled, carefully casting off Hiccup from himself, landing on his stomach, and shifted closer to her, so they sat just next to each other. Thus, he embraced her with his wing, tightening his hold just as to bring her side even closer to his, and shoved his head under hers, purring soundly.

"I love you too, sunshine," he cooed, streaming his snout from the bottom of her chin toward her temple, which he began licking, softly. "Thank you for that."

"You're always welcome," she replied, closing her eyes in pleasure while smiling brightly, before skimming at him concerned when he finished. "Would you like to talk about it more?"

"No, let's change the theme for now," Toothless suggested, before grinning at her, squinting his eyes. "Tell me something about your past, now."

"About my past? For example?"

"I don't know, maybe about childhood; what kind of kid you were?"

"Well, for sure curious and ambitious one, but at the same time skittish. I used to run across the forest with my father, holding a wooden, tiny sword, saying to him what a wonderful fighter I will be, and jumping startled at the sight of a wild bunny," she recollected, and both of them giggled, amused. "Also, then, I was really excited about being a future chiefness; I wanted to be as great a leader as my father has been."

"Are you still excited about it, Hiccup?"

"At this exact moment, absolutely no," she answered, leaning the side of her head against his neck. "These people hate me."

"Okay, but what if they stopped hating you, if they were indifferent about your chiefness position; would you take it?"

"There is no 'what if', Toothless. I will have to become chiefness, someday. It's been my obligation since the day I have born."

"Hold on, so, no matter what you would like to do, you must be-,"

"Yes," she interjected, pressing her face into his scales, while Toothless positioned his head on hers, compassionately. "Although, there are three cases, in which I wouldn't have to."

"But, you said-,"

"They exist, but they're not an option. The first would be, if I had a sibling, no matter the age. I could say something like 'My sibling is more capable of taking responsibility for chief, so I'm passing it to them,' et cetera. The second would be if my father, instead of me, passed it to someone else, but then, it would be almost like if he disowned me."

"I don't remember that it ever bothered him," Toothless growled, and Hiccup rubbed her nose against his tensed chin until he loosened. "I hate him for that."

"I know, but try not to think about it, okay?" Hiccup asked, grinned at him softly, when he nodded and continued. "The third, last one, would be if I just refused that position, but then, it would be as if I shouted at the whole Berk 'fuck you'. Not taking the chief's position is equivalent to renouncing Berk's people."

"If so, then, if I were you, I would've done it a long time ago," Toothless noted, and Hiccup just shook her head at him.

"Toothless, it would be like if I don't care about them, and if I don't, they don't either. I would be outcasted, without any possibility to come back, without any chance to ever see my family living there ever again," Hiccup concluded, glaring somewhere forward, sadness clouding her features, and glimpsing so, Toothless nudged her, lightly.

"Don't concern yourself with it, now," he comforted, cooing. "Nothing like that will happen."

"You're probably right," she agreed, before studying him, curious. "Toothless, you know that once I will become chiefness, then you will be-,"

"Chief? I know."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Honestly, not as bad as it may seem," he pointed out, glancing at her, indifferently. "I am, of course, stressed about it, but then, I think that I won't be alone. I will have an amazing, brilliant partner and teacher, who already is an excellent leader, and will be in the future," he indicated, and knitted their tails, before joking. "In the worst case, you'll just take care of the chief's obligations on your own, and I'll stay in the house with the kids."

Immediately, Hiccup burst into a laugh, looking at him, entertained. "You are serious?"

"Dead serious," he ended, gritting his teeth, playfully, before shoving his nose into her neck, purring. "Say me something more about yourself."

"About myself, but what?"

"Everything."