Inside her room, sitting on her bed, slouching, Hiccup felt the weight of a pile of clothes on her knees but didn't bother herself with it. Staring forward, somewhere into the wall over the desk, her vision was blurry, sometimes catching the sight of Toothless who was strolling around, probably doing something far more productive than her.

"-even listening to me?" He asked, stopping suddenly by her, shaking her shoulder when she remained motionless. "Earth to Hiccup! Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, wiping her eye with her knuckles. "What were ya sayin'?"

"I asked if I could eat Stoic, and you agreed."

"What?" She squealed, but then taking note of his smirk, frowned. "Toothless, ya can't joke with me like that, in that state."

"Why not?" He nagged, but then crouched before her, furrowing, concerned. "What's going on? You seem absent."

"I'm fine, honey," she stated, kissing his forehead, afterward keeping her lips against his skin, squeezing her eyes.

"You know that I don't believe you in that theme, right?" He reacted and chuckled when Hiccup sulked, looking away. "Please, don't take it personally, I'm just worried," he clarified, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb. "Well, if you don't want to say me, I'll find out on my own," he declared, before standing up and sitting just next to her.

"What are ya doin'?" She questioned, raising her brow at the view of his brooded expression.

"I'm staring."

"Ye're starin' at what?"

"At whatever you were staring at," he explained and hummed, clamping his hands on his nose, also pointing forward with his fingertips. "However, I see nothing interesting there."

"Because there is nothin' interestin' there," she sighed, covering her face with her hands. "Quit the mockin', I'm beggin' ya."

"Oh, I see something!" He cheered, standing up swiftly and stepping forward toward the desk, from which he took the piece of paper. "The masterpiece!" He crooned, showing off his portrait made by Hiccup months ago, while she giggled. "Although I prefer this one," he acknowledged, turning it around, to present his drawn catastrophe.

"I won't argue about that," she responded, beaming, until sadness crossed her face while gazing at the ground.

Glimpsing that, Toothless exhaled and leaned himself against the back of the chair by the desk. "Now, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I-I don't know if we're makin' good decision."

"Stoic muddled you up?" He inquired, before straightening. "Good thing he did. You should doubt that, it's the step into the unknown after all, and I can convince you into it, now."

"Toothless, there is no need-,"

"I insist," he urged, crossing his arms. "I know that you're scared and I understand that. It's reasonable," he remarked before realization dawned on his face. "Maybe, we can talk it out all over again? We may list the cons and pros of leaving, what will you say? Will that help with your anxiety?"

"Well, it might-,"

"So decided!" He exclaimed and pressed his lips together, ashamed. "However, I don't know how."

Giggling, Hiccup shook her head. "What do ya mean how? We may just talk-,"

"I got an idea," he interrupted, simpering, and turning toward the desk, grabbing the empty paper and pencil from the table, before sitting by the desk. "Let's write it down."

"Oh, it'll be entertainin'," she muttered, grinning innocently at Toothless. "Alright, go for it, big boy."

"Big boy?" He snickered, peeking at her. "Since when you're calling me that? It's weird."

"Since now. Besides, don't bother with that, just do yer work," she encouraged, leaning forward, supporting her chin on her arm.

"It's hard not to," he responded, and then, focusing on the paper, his eyes went wide, while Hiccup's one squinted.

"Ya don't know how to write," she reminded sniggering, while Toothless got up from his seat, moved aside, and pulled the chair for her. "Thank ya," she teased, patting his cheek, before sitting down, comfortably. "Okay, are we doin' the cons and pros for both of us-,"

"Make it individually, after all, we both have various opinions," he noted, leaning over her, supporting his forearms on the chair's back.

"Alright," she agreed, separating the paper with her pencil, and drawing a line on it. "Would ya like to be first?"

"I proposed the idea, so it's best if I do, right?" He pointed out and grunted. "Don't be surprised, but I'll begin with the cons-,"

"Well, that's it for bein' impartial."

"Hey, don't mock me! I'm serious," he retorted and straightened, gazing forward. "I guess leaving is good for me, because of the danger. People hate me, I don't know what to do to make them feel otherwise, and I'm scared of the consequences, some kind of uprising against me," he elaborated and leering at staring Hiccup snorted. "Aren't you supposed to write?"

"Yes," she agreed, smiling nervously and writing everything down. "Continue, or maybe that's it?"

"I wish it would," Toothless proceeded, raising himself and tapping his fingers into the chair he relied on. "You know about the changing, maybe not that it was Stoic who forbade me from it, probably for my safety but still, however, you don't know I feel most down because I can't see you much often."

"Work?"

"Not only. The truth is that after the red death battle when you were sleeping, I was going to work to get my thoughts away from you, to ease my worry. Now, it seems like the opposite. The work enlarges it."

"I understand, but maybe-,"

"Also, I can rarely talk with you, alone, without anybody's company," he continued, interrupting her. "Our yesterday's conversation in the cove was the first in weeks where I could've been honest, without Stoic in the sight, group, even Gobber, for a longer period than seconds."

"Ya know, we talk now."

"It's not the same."

"Why so?"

"Because we are breaking rules with it, literally! Didn't Stoic forbid me from going into your room?" He reminded, and Hiccup sank into the chair, embarrassed. "The only time I can see you at all is evenings, and even then it's either Stoic nearby, o-or too late to talk, so I must stay downstairs and you go to your room," he summed up, pressing his forehead into the wooden chair's back. "I miss the cove."

"Don't overdo it."

"I'm not overdoing it!"

"We see each other much more than we did in the cove!" She contended, turning her face to him, scowling. "Then, I must have been cautious, so nobody knew about ya, and now, I'm not worried about it at all."

"Are you sure about it? Maybe, let's make a little math here, shall we? At the cove we saw each other every other day, for a couple of hours and even more if we count the days you stayed overnight, and now?"

"It's not that bad," she muttered, tensing her shoulders.

"It's good to know that at least one of us enjoys it," he sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Have you written everything?"

"I think unless ya would like to add somethin'."

"I think that should be enough. The rest you know," he spotted, looking away, while Hiccup gaped at him, fretting.

"What about pros? There must be some."

"There is- one," he affirmed, gazing at her and smiling, weakly. "It's Hiccup's home," he reiterated, pointing with his chin on the desk surface. "Write it down."

"No, I-," she stopped, furrowing anxiously at him. "Come one, Toothless. There must be somethin' more. There- there must be!"

"I wish that I could've told you more, but that's it," he concluded shrugging, and noticing Hiccup's uneasiness moved to her, positioning his hand against the back of her neck. "Hey, I only need one reason to stay here, really."

"If ya insist," she mumbled, shivering at the rub of his thumb against the side of her neck. "Now me, I guess."

"Right," he agreed, kissing the top of her head, before squatting next to her, just so to have a better view of the paper. "Cons first?"

"Seems good," she answered, writing down the last things under Toothless's name, before stopping under her own. "Well, I am too not much happy with the fact we barely see each other."

"Oh, really?"

"Toothless, I'm serious," she rasped, with her forehead puckering at amused Toothless, who straightened within a second. "Since day ya have confessed the love to me we weren't havin' much of the couple time, or at least not as much as I hoped for."

"If so, then why wouldn't you say that? Also, why wouldn't you agree, when I asked if you would like me to stay, when Stoic-,"

"I-I'm not sure," she confessed, glancing down at her knees. "I felt that it was not for me to decide."

"Obviously, it's for you to decide! Sunshine, your feelings are never secondary to me, not even saying in comparison to work! You'll be my priority no matter what, and I hope you think of me the same, you know?"

"Of course, ya are. I just don't want to be, well, a burden."

"I swear that you are not," he promised, leaning his chin on her forearm. "I love you, I care about you, and I need you, always."

"I love you, too," she replied, and after she lowered her face to his they kissed, swiftly. "Also care and need ya, but that you should know, already."

"I like to be reminded of that," he chuckled and turned his face to the desk. "Continue."

"The cons?" She asked and after he nodded pressed her lips together, nervously. "The next one would be probably loneliness. I mean if ya stay in one space, for the whole time, sometimes overhearin' about yer hopelessness-,"

Suddenly, she stopped, focusing her sight on the one point in front of her. Catching the sight of so, Toothless gaped at her, squeezing her hand with his, hoping the movement would support her, soundlessly. Eventually, swallowing, Hiccup began again, cracking.

"H-Honestly, I got to the point that-," she squeaked and sniffled, momentarily, "that I wondered if somebody would notice if I," she soughed, blinking her glistening tears away.

"I would," Toothless assured, tensing his hold on her hand and raising himself, just so to be at her eye level.

"I know, I know," she replied, tightening her hold on his hand the same way he did. "I meant the Vikings, the village, the people that I was sure were my family, a-and now, they wouldn't probably bat the eye on me. I doubt they care if either I end up somewhere in the barrel, rolling down to the cliff or,"

"I do," he ensured hardly, turning her whole chair in his direction, so their eyes met. "I do," he repeated, panting and grasping both of her hands.

Immediately, at the concerned view of his, tears shone in Hiccup's eyes, while her lip trembled. "Oh gods, I really don't want to be here," she realized, bursting into tears. "I hate it so much there is not even one single thin' that-," she sobbed, hanging her head down.

Afterward, Toothless leaped forward, hugging her, encircling his arms around her middle, and pressing his cheek into her stomach. "It's going to be okay," he whispered, softly.

"What if it won't?" She agonized, embracing Toothless's head with her whole body, gripping it, tightly. "What if my father is right? What if I am just not ready? Maybe we should stay, until-,"

"Hiccup, please, stop thinking about that decision as if it suits others. Think if it suits you," he demanded, raising himself and grasping her shoulders, forcing her to glance at him. "Forget about everyone, forget about consequences, forget about everything, forget even about that list, just say honestly, do you really want to stay?"

"I-," she began, but paused, when her throat knotted, and just shook her head, squeezing her eyes, from which fell tears.

"Then we won't," he retorted, and pressed her face to his shoulder, so she was able to cry against him. "It'll be alright," he assured, stroking the back of her head. "You'll see."