The rest, of the previous day, had elapsed rather without batting an eye - sequentially had Hiccup hustled for the training, gotten scolded by the Gobbler, finalized it with another wave of ordinary laughter, and upon spending the rainstorm underneath the roof of the forge, stayed there for the night. When being woken up by the reddish rays of the sun, her body rather weirdly spread on the mattress, she'd outright leaped from it, dressed up into the iris tunic, having sewn-in, dark ornaments, and hurried outside.
If one had been asked, about the matter of why she'd been so in a rush, nobody would've answered, within questioning much more baffling ask, of when they'd ever seen, the young heir, as delighted as she'd been, currently. However, not only would they have questions, but also the woman herself, rather puzzled, bursting with the fuel of a nameless source, which dragged her unscathed self to the entry of the cove.
At the very outset, she'd glimpsed Toothless, resting on his stomach, his snout plastered to the pair of paws, pressed into the soil, his eyes gently shut, although at once, sensing her presence, he snapped them at her, and soon after, regretted that. What he gazed at, wasn't the beaming woman, the brightly smiling one, but the lady, who smirked at him, much viciously, leaning her side at the stone border, even nodded at him, pompously, whilst he'd rolled his eyes, mourning over every decision made yesterday - of teaching her, for one.
For that matter, that day promised to be lengthy, mercilessly lengthy, convened with the man teaching the woman the theory of flying, since relying upon Hiccup's instinct was out of the question, and later on, the practice itself. Hence, the two creatures of the night - the female and male - over and over again circled the entire, floral space, their wings maintaining them in the air, assigning themselves the obstacles, such as the trees.
"Stop thinking so much about the wings, focus on the tail at last," Toothless lectured, continually observing her troublesome turns. "If that will continue, you will smash into the tree, I guarantee."
With quite a difficulty, Hiccup gazed at him whilst he'd floating just over her, barely managing to uphold her glide when she pointed out, "Yet, it is the wings, without whom I would not even be in the air, so why prioritize tail so much?" panting rather exhausted.
"The wings perform the matching movements with each push - even you should be able to memorize them, by now," he mocked, and soon after, was bestowed with a fierce glare. "It is the tail that gives most of the control, and yes, you would have flown without it, although up and down only. Also, quit the questioning, just trust what I am saying."
"And why should I so?" she inquired, her mouth curved into a grin, whilst glancing at him, with the side of her eye.
"Maybe, because I am the one in charge, and also, rather have a much better experience, will you not agree?" he noted, not even seeking to disguise his smug expression.
"You may have, but you may also keep things from me, secrete them, maybe even lie," she stated, added when he'd raised his eyebrow arch at her, askance, "After all, would it not be a shame for you if I became faster than you? You would never allow that, would you?"
"I will never seize that overthinking, delusional head of yours," he remarked, but before that, snorted at her previous sentence, amused. "Biologically you could be faster, however, the keyword is could be."
"And why is that?"
"Are you, for serious, asking that?" he queried, gaping at her when she'd stayed, for real, serious. "Maybe, because I have got literally years of background, while all you have are not even hours!"
"Talk all you want, wiseass," she began, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as she held her chin up. "For now, let's find it out."
Immediately, she'd bolted forward, setting her wings in motion, at, indeed, the quick pace, although the way by which her body swayed in the air, hence he stared at her, the one thought in his mind - that is going to be good. Eventually, entitling her to a head start, at last, he'd dashed after her, soon after, appeared just over her tail, and, at the view of so, the female managed to hasten up, much to his delight, within having her body tensed by fatigue.
And so, that's how the race went by, once by once the male was catching up with the female, each, single time appearing in various positions, for example by her side, underneath her wings, even underneath her, herself, whilst she tried to escape. Ultimately, much bored already, Toothless had glid over Hiccup, his eyelids lessened over watching her hardly moving, drained wings, and turned upside down, reducing the distance between them, so his head was inches from hers, and asked.
"Are you giving up, yet?"
"You would like me to give up because you are tired yourself," she responded, the corner of her mouth lifting itself, even if so merely, "but I will not, ever."
"If that is what you want," he replied, extending his wings even wider, as if stretching them, and then, out of a sudden, alarmed. "You had better stop now because it looks like you have become blinded by weariness."
"You wish," she barked, and noticing that he'd moved away, confused, "Where are you going?"
The female's zest had ended very soon, because as soon as it'd appeared, once whacking into the core of the beech and, without further notice, got tangled among the branches, densely overgrowth by yellow, orange, and red leaves. Obviously, the eyes of the male never really left her, intently following the hasty event, his wings holding him in the air while being somewhat at a mere distance from the tree itself.
At some point, being in, even if in rather bearable, pain, Hiccup listened to the snort, followed by the observation, "And that is what the tail is for - turning, something you may want to learn," and she sighed, defeated.
"I hate you."
"I do not doubt," he admitted, and within having his head tilted, warned, "I would not stand there, here either," and added, although not even that refrained him from chuckling at the picture of her, tripping whilst attempting to free herself from ties. "All it takes is to ask for help, just so you know."
Instead of listening, the female, soon after transforming, the woman glowered at him, crawling in between the wooden knots, and declared, "I ain't need ya, freakin' ass-," being interrupted as the wood broke, the rest of her sentence coming out from her as the scream.
Hence, he watched her collapse, through the branches, which smacked her body along the way, to the soil, straight into the barely greenish, turning brown bush of blueberries, fruits likewise the leaves withered. Oddly, he hadn't commented on the accident, although his face rather gleamed with outright enjoyment, soon after landed on the ground, and changed himself, before, lifting his knees over the scrubland, he headed to the woman.
Not long must have he waited, as the greenery jiggled, and for so, he muttered, "Please be dead, please be dead," the smirk never fading his face.
"I ain't dead!" she exclaimed, at once gathering herself from the ground, kneeling amongst the leaves, which hazed her from the waist down. "Though, yer tone makes me want to be the result of one death," she added, and at the very view of his hardened, mixed-within-shock face, straightened herself. "What?"
What she didn't know, what she didn't see, although he did, was her state - the face spread by the various scratches, the clothes smudged by dirt as well as stains of berries' juices, and most notably, the gash on her upper arm, throughout which the blood flooded. Without a word from either, the man approached her, grasped her by the elbow of the healthy arm, and whilst boosting her up her feet, led her outside the bushes, further across the cove toward the very pine itself.
There, being untouched, as if even safeguarded, resting against the core was the very woman's leather bag, which effortlessly he'd snatched and loosely hung on his shoulder, before continuing his trek ahead. During its passage, Hiccup gaped at him, much puzzled over his thoughts, and at last, they'd stopped by the strangely undersized bolder, at which he'd kind of shoved her, as she crashed on it, namely seated, and he shortly followed.
The answer, to her newest queries, struck her the moment he'd seized her injured arm, whilst pulling the crumpled bandage out of the bag, and she asked, "Ye've ever been said, that ye're an overprotective reptile?" allowing her body to lessen, leaning her other arm behind her back.
"You've ever been said, that you're a reckless human?" he countered, his eyes locked on her limb, whereas he'd circled it with the white fabric. "I wouldn't be actually surprised if so."
"Jerk," she snickered, narrowed her eyes as he'd not quit the assignment since the lapse of a minute, oddly concentrated. "Ya mustn't do that, ya know? Besides, ye're doin' it wron'."
Not even attempting to refrain from snorting, he gazed at her scornfully, and stated, "I know what I'm doing," squinting his eyes, as if even insulted.
"Is that right? Why so, then, is it so loose?" she inquired, raising her arm aloft, presenting the mentioned loose bandage, and rolling his eyes at her, he dragged her arm back to himself, tightened it, at once resulting in the woman's hiss, "Not so tight!"
"You've sort of deserved it, won't you agree?" he pointed out, his mouth angled into the smirk, while she glared at him, huffing at last. "If anything is wrong, just say. For what the irony?"
"I know, but ya'd better say, how could I without it?" she noticed, exchanging her smirk for the rather bright smile. "And seriously, ye're doin' great, actually."
Subsequently, he replied, "Good to know," the grin lightening his face.
"Though, I wonder still for why ye're doin' it?" she asked, the straight posture betraying her seriousness. "In advance, I'm sayin' no to anythin' ye've on that mind of yers."
"I'm doing it, because I have to, because I need to," he explained, his fingers once by once brushing against her skin. "It's my very duty."
"Nobody is forcin' ya, though," she responded, shrugging as if being indifferent. "Also, how else will I leverage ya, since we'll be even for aidin' each other?"
"As if you'd like to convince me only more to that," he sniggered, soon after exhaled, and clarified, "That isn't my motive."
"What is it then?"
"Morals," he answered, straightforward.
"Morals?" she repeated, baffled.
"Dragons' morals, much similar to humans," he justified, quitting the work, just to stare at her. "These morals, our morals, for instance, order us to defend our flock, look after the abandoned hatchlings, forbade us from eating dragon meat, but most of all, prescribe the help and protection of family," he elucidated, and once glimpsing her askance gaze, added, "Since you're a Night Fury, you've become, somewhat, a family to me."
"Family," she recited, almost soundlessly, the beam brightening her expression. "Truthfully, 's the least expected word I'd ever heard from ya," she confessed, although, later on as he'd continued the bandaging, she saddened, even if so merely. "Since that, I guess ye're doin' that all, out of the simplest obligation?"
"Not only that," he corrected, briefly glancing at her, but staying focused on her arm. "You'll not leverage me anymore, that's for once," he joked, provoking the bare smile on her face. "Also, if I were being completely honest, the very day that you walked out on me, I understood that you were the first ever being, to talk to me so openly, to joke with me, to care for me, what you showed by pulling out that arrow, then. What I'm trying to say is, I'd like to return the favor, reveal that I do also care,"
Afterward, Hiccup hadn't done much, just twinkle at him, a couple of times, and admitted, "I've never had someone, who would take such care of me," not finding the courage to even gaze at him, properly.
"That makes the two of us, although we'll get used to that, likely," he replied, and inside of his eyes, the woman only glimpsed one - honesty.
The very next day, the very circumstances had repeated, as the woman woke, hastened outside, and rushed to the cove, where the man awaited her - the slight joy betrayed by his bare smile, although sheltered within irritably furrowed brows. Soonly, they'd been, similarly to yesterday, circling around the space, although once the female managed it, flying as if it was in her nature all along, not only had the male praised her, much reluctantly if asked, but also put her to the test.
Hence, whilst the rays of the morning sun were hidden beneath the mighty mountains, the chirping of birds enveloped the isle, and the village's inhabitants were preserved in deep slumber, the two shadows, within a whistle of the air, raced each other. These belonged to the pitch-black dragons, the larger above the lesser, their scales, under the influence of the bright glow, reflecting the shades of navy and purple, and at some point, the male leveled the female by gliding downward.
"Quit pushing yourself that much," Toothless lectured, his smirk likely stuck at his face, permanently. "You are only tiring yourself, and believe me, there isn't any gain in it."
"Thank you, sir asshole, for the essential advice," she began, notwithstanding the weariness of her wings, thrusting herself along the way. "Though, is it not hypocritical of you? It was you, who insisted that I train. I am just following your wish."
"I haven't meant that you should hassle yourself," he countered, his eyes locked on the ahead. "You have only begun building wings' strength, they may not be able to withstand your bodyweight, just yet."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" she inquired, narrowing her eyes, offended. "Are you saying that I am fat, or maybe that I am weakling?"
"That must be a choice?"
"Toothless!" she growled, much subliminally, whilst he'd chuckled, until having felt the spasm down the attachment of her wing, rumbled, "How much time long will it take, before I build that strength anyway?"
"Days, weeks, heck, maybe even months," he listed, at the very sight of her pretty down self smirked. "Now seriously, you are doing good, so stop complaining, at last."
"But what does mean good?" she asked, gliding nigher to him, whereas he deflected away, annoyed. "That I am getting better, or that I am doing the same good."
"For crying out loud, yes! You are getting better!" he stated, the clenched jaw betraying his thriving irritation. "Besides, do you not see that yourself? You are upholding yourself in the air for more than seconds. Your past self would be amazed."
"My past self would be terrified, my present one is disappointed," she declared, the male's eyes eyeing her movements, as she avoided the spruce's crown. "I am just wondering, why is that, that I have to train? Why am I the only one to do that? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he started, swaying through the flight, with Hiccup's ears plastered to her skull, "however, those, who do not train, have the experience of a lifetime, while you are making achievements, throughout the matter of few days, moreover lacking the biological instinct. Do not make my mistake, and do not belittle yourself."
"Well, if you insist," she noted, grinning onward, gratefully. "Even so, let me have that motivation, please."
"You are in need of motivation?" he queried, raising his chin aloft. "I may fetch you some if you would like to."
"Have mercy, I beg you!" she pleaded, although the smile never vanished from her face. "Last time, your encouragement almost killed me!"
In response to her words, he rolled his eyes, and remarked, "I was not that bad," not even glancing at her, at the edge.
"You keep telling yourself that, because nobody else will believe," she mocked, and, out of a sudden, was lunged rearward by the breeze, soon after back at her position by his side. "Fucking wind!"
"Have you not ever heard, that one looks ugly when angry?" he scoffed, not much ruffled by the glower that she bestowed him with. "Beyond that, if it bothers you, just quit fighting it."
"Easy for you to say, is it not?" she implied the smug smirk debuting on her face. "I do not possess such a fat body as yours, to protect me from them, alas."
"Fat?! I am anything but fat, you skeleton!" he snapped, hissing at her, in the meantime. "I just merely use my brain, contrary to you."
"Is that really? If so, wise man, whose knowledge the potent Odin could be envious of, enlight me, what should I do, how should I use my brain, to avoid the winds, which, literally, blow against my direction?" she asked, raising the arch brow at him, skeptically. "We can always change the direction, that seems correct."
"That would be the easiest, would it not?"
"Obviously," she agreed, although the dissatisfaction was overtaking her face, continually. "This is why, we will not do that."
"Exactly," he responded, wearing the constant, bright grin.
"What now, then?"
"Nothing in particular," he answered, gazing at her, smugly. "Just impressing."
At once, extending his wings, the robust blow of the wind impacted their facture, accordingly sending him upright, beyond the crowns of the tallest trees, where, whereas leveling himself, the breeze hadn't bothered him anymore. Not having to analyze it much, being aware of the laws of nature, which he'd been, undoubtedly, more practiced of, rather readying her wings, whilst slowing down the velocity of their movements, she inhaled, and attempted.
Immediately, when unfurling them, somewhat reiterating his previous actions, the rapid motion, which took her by surprise, resulted in her being inattentive, hence stripping her of the balance, whose absence tumbled her to the soil. The landing was nothing but painful, throughout which she'd been slapped by the unbearable amount of the tall, sharp grass, rolled along the way, before, at last, collapsing to the dark dirt, which currently swathed her nose.
Subsequently, she didn't move much, lay fixed on the footing, thinking through each decision she'd made, that led her to that occurrence, covered by the mud, having sore wings, expecting the salvo of laughter. Very soon after, she'd sensed the presence behind herself, prefaced by the declining shadow, the rush of the dust at the rear, even the hustle of the grass around, and precisely knowing, what was awaiting her, she began herself.
"All right, go ahead," she offered, her eyelids declined by irritation. "Tell me, what a klutz I am, that I should have waited for you, to show me how it is done! I vow to never disobey your proficiency, ever again!"
Afterward, much shockingly, he didn't respond, rather inhaled, what was in his style, although the act was shortly by the noise of trashing around, even purring, hence Hiccup stood up hastily and watched the happening. Unthinkable, as for the female at last, was the idea, that the Night Fury, of whom she'd been afraid her entire life, she witnessed rolling in the grass, like a pleased puppy, his orbs enlarged to limit.
"Seriously now?" she asked, somehow lost of the words, before giggling amusedly, when he'd glanced at her as if drunk. "The holy offspring of lightning and death plays in the grass. That is rather bad for your reputation, you know?"
"What the hell do you know?" he replied, henceforth ignoring her evaluating gaze. "Quit the nag, and join in."
"And why should I?" she inquired, and realized, once the sweet, seductive scent filled her nose, inviting her to dive into it. "Gods, what is that smell?"
"The grass," he answered, never really stopping rolling, although found a quick span of time to peek at her. "So, changed your mind?"
"Maybe," she responded, seating herself just off him, while he smirked at her, satisfied. "That is a rather amusing show, will you not agree?I mean, I've seen you being serious, like dead serious, all the time, and now, you're playing like a precious kid."
"Am I forbidden to have even a little happiness in life?" he queried, shutting her at once whilst gnashing her teeth. "For once, stop thinking, just enjoy yourself."
As he'd proposed, she'd done, and soon after, loosening her formerly aching muscles, taking a deep breath, she laid down, her head submerged in between the hard, soiled ground and the smooth, aromatic flora. Somewhere in the background, she'd heard the male, once in a while brushing barely his wings against hers, yet they'd various concepts of using their time up, thus Hiccup closed her eyes, while he jumped around.
Only at some point, when the female was dozing asleep, had she noticed the racket the male produced vanished, and perplexed, she gazed around, nervous when glimpsing none of his presence. It'd been out of the blue when he'd appeared suddenly, just by her side, and without further words, stared into her eyes, intensively, centered, taking the female aback, and then, caressed her neck, gently.
Stunned, Hiccup stayed still, unaware of how she should've reacted, embarrassed, perplexed, maybe fearful, however, her body decided that for herself, and, lacking any control over that, she purred, much pleased. The male, the act, took as the approval, and soon, he reduced the distance between them, his side grazing hers, and retaining the residual of common sense, the female tilted back, barely.
"Toothless," she called him, her head burning when his nose brushed against the bottom of her jaw. "That is enough."
"Please, let me have just a moment more," he asked, and when she'd not even flinch, rushed his nose along the line of her spine. "I cannot help it, you smell just adorably," he confessed, and at the very realization of his words, backed away, at once. "Fuck, fuck," he cursed, his eyes surveying her skin, mortified, apprehensive. "Hiccup, I am so sorry-,"
"Okay, okay," she interrupted, breathing out relief. "That is alright, just an innate, natural body reaction."
"Which I should have controlled," he pointed out, avoiding her sight as he gazed around, at the greenish field. "We had better change, that will be safer. Is that fine?"
"Fine by me," she replied, and they transformed - her sitting with her knees curled against her chest, and him with his legs crossed, scratching his neck, not even daring to glance at her. "Ye're okay?" she asked, at some point, after the duration of awkward silence.
"I should be the one asking that," he spotted, glimpsing her with the side of his eye. "Are you?"
"I am, seriously," she answered, beaming at him, honestly. "Nothin' has really happened, neither of us was against, and," she paused, so as to inhale, pursing her lips together. "What I'm sayin' is-," she continued, shifting nigher, and by that, he pivoted to her, the movement stabbing his fanged necklace into her upper forearm.
"Fuck's sake!" he swore, whilst she'd not even hissed, removing the fang out, studying the slight wound, fretted. "I'm sorry."
"Toothless, nothin' happened! Just an accident," she remarked, staring into his lowered eyes, puzzled. "'s okay."
"Good," he stated, his jaw tensed as he pressed her skin over the cut. "Does that hurt?"
"Nothin' hurt me," she replied, not even attempting to get out of his hold. "I'm fine-,"
"Is that your habit?" he asked, suddenly.
"My habit?"
"Saying that you're fine," he explained, sighing when he'd wiped away the single drops of blood. "I don't believe it."
"'s just a scratch," she noticed and smiled, amused. "I've survived the encounter with the Night Fury, so I'll handle a little cut."
"Alright," he muttered, released her arm, and repeated, "Alright," almost soundlessly.
Thereafter, neither had spoken, whereas being still for a while, and only at some point, Toothless grasped into the fist his necklace, the string of it tensioned under the force, at the edge of deciding, if he should've ripped it off, or not. The entire event had been attentively watched by Hiccup, whose eyes traveled back and forth from his hand to the face, emptied of any emotions, and ultimately, when nothing had changed, she asked, out of a sudden.
"What ye're doin'?"
The question ambushed him as if he'd forgotten she was present, and letting go of the fang, he replied, "Nothing," shrouding his eyes with his palm.
"Ya'd like to talk about the necklace, now?" she proposed, bending forward, just so as to gaze in between the gap of his fingers. "Ya ain't have to if ya'd not like to."
At the very sight of her eyes, which had met with his, he lowered his cover, his back loosened as he admitted, "I've never told anyone that," fixing his eyes on the ground.
"There's always the first time," she retorted, inching backward, making the more room. "Tell me as much or as little as ya'd like to."
In the response, he'd nodded, before began, at last, "It was the very start of the curse. I'd been then young, iffy, unaware, in short words negligent, so ignorant about the curse. You know, I'd tried to deny it, as if it would've helped," he described, quietly. "How absurd I was."
"Ya'd been just a kid," she noted, somewhat broking into the story.
"Do not make excuses for myself. I'd deserved what had come upon me, what I'd omitted so much," he droned, his jaw grounded, "what got me to never let down my guard, again."
"What happened?" she asked, stared at him, frowning. "What destroyed a boy, whom ya'd been back ago?"
"He destroyed himself," he answered, locked his eyes onward, his expression hardened. "One night, when sleeping, he'd had a nightmare, terrible in fact. In the dream, he'd been turned into a human, couldn't change back, and when it comes down to it, the dream may have contact with actuality," he paused then, his muscles tensed at the memory. "In that actuality, I'd changed inadvertently, inside the center of the best, and wakening, I found myself," he halted, the beating of his heart enclosing the space, loudly. "I found myself almost swallowed by the dragon, by his throat."
The very image made the woman lightheaded, whilst she'd grasped her neck, rasped, "By the throat? Almost swallowed?!" and yelled, horrified.
Again, he didn't reply, just nodded. "I, then, panicked and trusted my instinct, which got me kicking, punching, until being spat out. Barely had I survived, after being chewed on, the fang penetrated through my side, petrified to the core, although escaped," he finished, leaning his forearms at his knees, bending forward. "I feel guilty, to that day."
"Guilty?" she cited, baffled, "For what, the godsdamn?!" and yelled, out of a sudden.
"For fucking everything!" he shouted, as if unleashing his fury, finally. "Hiccup, I'd hurt the dragon, who protected his family, inside his very home, from the human intruder! What does that make me?!"
"A survivor?! Someone, who decided to fight for his life?!"
"I'd broken my each and every moral!"
"And so what?!" she screeched, and calmed at last, inhaling whilst staring at his raged self. "I ain't know much, about these dragons' rules, or whatsoever, but ya'd not done anythin' wron'. Ya'd stripped him out of his tooth, and that's all, in the meantime, the dragon could've taken yer life!"
"And so what?!" he replied, at once stunning the woman, who gaped at him, whilst he'd avoided her sight, and muttered, "Maybe, that would be for better, actually."
Consequently, neither had spoken, whereas Hiccup fixed her eyes on his expression - hardened, indifferent, disappointed - identical, as if not the same, which she'd seen each and every time when gazing at the mirror. Lowering her eyes, at some point, she'd glimpsed her twisted hands, the slight redness, mere scars on them, and sighing, loosened their grip, before shifting closer to him, much to his inertness.
"May I, now, tell ya my beggings? Of the curse, of course," she asked, and lack of any words she'd taken as permission. "It was hard, 's still, 'though much easier, than when I was merely fifteen. Back then, I thought, what happened, was the worst fate imaginable, unsurvivable, as if my life ended. For the child, the teenager I was, it was a lot to take, and I tried to, I attempted to endure, to live somewhat, however, I couldn't have ever foreseen what would've occurred, what I would've done and," she paused, her throat knotted.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes locked on hers.
"That ain't matter, what does is that I'd made a mistake, for which I was hatred by everyone, the whole village, my people, my-, my family," she creaked, her eyes swelled with tears, which she'd wiped with her knuckles, at once. "Remember Gobber? The man, who came to check on me, in the forge? Beforehand, he wasn't that bothered, rather treated me like his staffer, like everybody. That was, of course, until once, when havin' the moment of weakness, when, again, bein' called useless, over and over, I," she paused, her hands shaking, outright piercing her fingers with her nails, "he-, he caught me on a suicide attempt."
The sentence, soon after, had been followed by her uneven inhale, rapid, and the man had leaned closer to her, his eyes saying - it's okay, everything's okay, alright - before, after the time-lapse, he asked, "Have you ever, again-?"
"No, never. That was the first and last time," she answered, staring at the soil ahead, emotionlessly. "Though I think about it, to this day, about the matter, that if Gobber walked on me, a minute later, he'd have found me on the floor, the dagger stabbed into my chest, bled out to death," she pointed out, and at last, straightened, found a courage to gaze into his eyes. "What I'm tryin' to say is, the necklace that ye're wearin' on the neck, just as the scar on my chest, is evidence of survival, of bein', who fought for it, of bein', who have someone, that ya'd be missed by."
Subsequently, rather unwittingly, Toothless held the fang between his fingers, the reflection immersing into his mind, and suddenly, pointed out, "I do not have such someone," the frown debuting on his face.
"No, ye've someone, that ya'd be missed by," Hiccup stated, her palm clasping his, "someone who enjoys talkin' to ya, someone who cherishes these little moments, when after she'd made a terrible joke, ya'd smiled even if so barely, someone who cares," and haven't even acknowledged, when his hand took hold of hers, tight.