The rays of the red colors, which came out of the window, blinded Hiccup's already drained eyes, as she sat by the table, having its spot downstairs of her home, just by the entrance that she'd stared at, constantly. Once by once, she'd sipped the warm milk out of the mug - the sole thing that kept her awake at that point, and only, because she must've waited, waited for the man, whose absence wasn't as worrying as annoying - her father's.
Stoic'd not returned for the night, the party having the most importance for him likely, and though being aware of that, Hiccup couldn't not bother, couldn't just leave to the cove as she'd wanted to, must've stayed. In the meantime, the hours passed, and the longer the man had not appeared, the closer Hiccup's forehead was getting to the wooden surface, only closer to the desired sleep, until finally, he'd make an entrance.
He'd hardly managed to hold the knob, although opened the door at last, entered through it, grasping onto the frame, his legs wobbly, stopping by the threshold when his eyes met the woman's intense stare. Immediately, he must've noticed the wrath, which she'd held, although he'd not done much about it, only avoided her sight, maintaining furrowed brows, failing to straighten up whereas the spinning of his head let itself be known.
He reeks of alcohol, that was Hiccup's very first thought, once she'd sighed, stood up to him, approached his bent figure, and, gripping his arm, led him to the chair, allowed him to drink from her mug, which she filled with water, later. Hereafter, she'd glowered at him, her arms crossed tightly, her brows knitted, her lips pursed, and ultimately, once he'd dodged another of her glances, exhaling sharply, she started, her voice deep, her expression grave.
"Ye're really goin' to avoid me, still? Ye've not done it for enough at the celebration?" she questioned, gnashing her teeth when all he did was grumbling, quietly. "Why ye're bein' so unfair to me? Tell me."
Afterward, he'd not replied, burped briefly whereas Hiccup handed him the mug and sighed, exhausted.
"I know, ye're mad about the trainin', and I understand that," she remarked, her forearm being punctured by her nails, already, "but, ye've ever question yerself, why is that? Why I'm not doin' good enough? What I'm goin' through?"
Afterward, he'd not replied, droned underneath his nose, grounded his jaw whereas the bitterness clouded Hiccup's features.
"The truth is, I'm carryin' a great burden, worse than ye're imaginin', just now. Yet, not once ye've bothered, noticed that somethin' is wron'!" she yelled, her red marks turning into cuts, under the force of her fingers. "The truth is, I'm only trouble to ya, an issue which requires removin' - that's only why ye're marryin' me off, ye're gettin' rid of me!"
Afterward, he'd not replied, stared at the footing, although his silence confirmed her recent beliefs whereas Hiccup's eyes flooded.
"Why ye're bein' so cruel to me? Why ye've never cared, even when I was merely a child?!" she shouted, her voice crying just as she was, her expression pained, depressed. "Why ye're so selfish?! Why all ye've ever seen, was the tip of yer fuckin' nose?!"
"Godsdamnit, shut the damn up!" Stoic bellowed, replied finally, however, not how Hiccup'd have wished, snatching her forearm hard, forcing her to his eyes level, sharply. "Ain't call me selfish, Hiccup. All I've ever done was for the good of my people, our people - people that ye've never cared about!"
"Dad-," she whined, failed to escape his unbearable clasp.
"I ain't know about any burden of yer own, nor I care! Quit behavin' as if 'd really matter! Be an adult! Be a Viking!" he yelped, the wrath, the fury overtaking his face, which outperformed the drunk slurring. "Ye're leavin' me with few choices, so ain't surprised, that I'm takin' the matters into my hands, and actually think about yer future, the future of Berk!"
"Dad, ye're hurtin' me," she managed to say from between gnashed teeth.
"And for the record, so as not to be unfair, ye're gettin' the last chance. Next week, ye're fightin' Monstrous Nightmare, and that will sail yer fate, finally," he declared, gazing at her as if he were about to fall asleep. "Are we clear?" he asked, shook her whilst she'd not replied. "Hiccup!"
"Yes, we are!" she agreed, stroking her forearm, after Stoic released her arm, snappily.
"Good," he muttered, laying himself on the chair, comfortably. "Be gone, now."
Subsequently, she'd not even waited for any other words, bolted upstairs into her room, where the tears let themselves be known, where her panting enclosed the whole space, and she allowed herself to break, entirely.
One would say, that sky gazing isn't anything incredible, anything extraordinary, but the simple act of staring into the lone point, which is characterized by the stillness, more precisely the sluggish movement, almost unnoticeable if ignored. Yet, while Toothless would've always agreed to this, he couldn't now, finding himself at peace, lying on the smooth grass, each of his limbs extended, loosened, staring at the blueish chasm, that changed the colors in front of his very eyes.
At that point, the man became as if even conscious of his vitals, of his breathing, having an even rhythm, of his blood, rushing through his veins, being dismissive about the outside world, which, for the very first time, brought him joy, serenity. Ultimately, however, he couldn't disregard the certain footsteps, though neither reacted much, only grinned lightly, at once recognizing the person behind them, unbothered to stand up to her, waited until she'd come herself.
Just as he'd thought happened, and soon, the woman approached him, laid down by him, surprisingly not uttering one word, not making one sound, what itself drew his attention, and finally, he spoke.
"Who do we have here? Miss Viking, herself, came to see me, at last," he greeted, looked to the side at her, and at once, his expression hardened at the very sight of hers - insecure and frightened. "What happened?"
"Nothin'. Everythin' is okay," she pressed, not bestowing him with even one, brief glance. "I'm sorry for makin' ya wait."
"It's fine. I was merely joking, you already know that," he stated, his eyes fixed on her constantly, lifted himself even, just so as to gaze at her more. "Hiccup, even if nothing happened, are you okay?"
Afterward, just as previously, she'd remained silent, which again had only crushed him, all the more when gazing at the new, fresh scars and cuts on her hands, that she'd been creating even currently, although bypassing her beloved, obscured by long sleeves forearms, strangely. Hence, he'd not postponed that much and reached for them, wanting to comfort her, soothe her as always, however today, instead of allowing him to, the woman, at the mere touch of his palm, flinched away by sitting up, suddenly.
Sooner than later, he'd followed, and they'd both sat ahead of each other, staring as if startled, as if pained, as if worried - it was Toothless who made the first move eventually, shifted closer, and Hiccup didn't oppose to that, although kept her hands by herself, tightly. Consequently, as gradually as possible, he'd driven his palm up to her face, cupped her cheek gently, his thumb caressing her pale skin, and lowered his eyes so they met hers, so they were inches from one another.
Ultimately, it seemed that, even if sheer, distance bothered the man, and so, he'd squeezed his forehead to hers, his hand remaining by her skin, closing his eyes just as she closed hers, tensing her features as she asked, abruptly.
"Toothless, could ya do somethin' for me?"
"Everything, sunshine," he answered, glancing at her, shortly. "I'll do everything for you."
"Could you teach me how to fight, then?" she requested, snatching his wrist into her both palms, maintaining his hand by her cheek after he'd drawn his head away, her hold strong, begging. "I know that ya can fight in both forms, I'm just askin' if ya could teach me in one of them. Please, Toothless. Please, very much please."
"You mustn't plead. I've told you I'd do everything, and I will," he remarked, stared at her intensively. "However, I'd wanted to add, that no matter what the cause of such an ask is, it'll be alright. I'm here for you sunshine, I'll always be."
Thereafter, there weren't any words, any explanations, any more consolations, but only the gestures of their bodies, which knotted themselves around each other in the heartwarming, delicate embrace. One would say, that having her face plastered to the man's shoulder, Hiccup would've cried on it, surrendered to the despair, however, she'd not but straightened, closed up her expression, and relieved.
There were a few, rather obvious, certain things about the recent circumstances, that wouldn't stop bothering Toothless's head for nothing:
Firstly, he couldn't think otherwise but believe that he'd been one of the many reasons for Hiccup's distress, her pain - after all, just the day before, he could've insisted on staying with her, being there for her; he should've insisted.
Secondly, he couldn't feel otherwise but worthless when the woman wouldn't have allowed to touch her hands, bandaged them on her own after the man's ongoing urging, whereas he'd been only watching, and only this.
Thirdly, he couldn't desire otherwise but to find whoever dared, whoever ventured to hurt Hiccup, and take the brutal vengeance, even if it'd not help, even if it'd not serve any use for the woman - for the sake of the justice and his wrath itself.
Eventually, before his thoughts could travel any further, which he'd regret most likely, Hiccup took the stance just ahead of him, her smile weak and fake, yet Toothless returned it, although for other reasons, to reassure. The awkward silence enveloped them, throughout which the man managed to pinch the skin of his neck entirely, until finally, the woman uttered, her voice as faint as she'd appeared to be.
"If ye've changed yer mind-,"
"No, I've not," he replied, grunting, at last. "I'm just-, if you're doing it, only because-,"
"I'm doin' it, because I should've learned it, already. The more I delay it, the more I'm endangered, ain't ya think?" she pressed, whilst Toothless didn't seem pleased with the answer, crossed his arms, tightly. "I want it, Toothless. Please, I'm ready."
"Okay, alright then," he sighed, gazed at her skeptically the last time, before straightening. "If you're so ready, then I'll say it without hesitation," he started, narrowing his eyes at her. "You're weak, deal with it."
"Thanks for the reminder," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "As if I'd not known that, already."
"You're lacking any strength, any resilience, any solidly," he listed, counted each of the words on his fingers. "You're the literal, walking skeleton, I'm afraid."
"Yer motivatin' never disappoints, does it?"
"The good news is, you're incredibly fast and agile," he spotted, leaning towards the woman, who must've inched away, overtaken. "We'll use it."
"Why?" she asked, her brows knitted in confusion. "Isn't the fightin' dependin' on the strength, mostly?
"Suprisingly, no. Not once I've seen people of your figure, who drive fear into hearts, even mine," he recalled, then continued, witnessing the doubt overtaking the woman's face. "Look, I could help you get stronger, but to get this," he paused, just so as to grasp his biceps, making some point, apparently, "it takes years."
"Right, we ain't have that much time," she agreed, taking her eyes away from Toothless's skin, after staring for rather too long. "What ya'd like me to do, then?"
"Before we get to the quarrels themselves, I'd want to work through the defense itself. After all, how do you expect to fight, if you ain't know how to keep yourself safe?" he noted, and she nodded, swiftly. "I'd want to teach you how to escape."
"Escape? I ain't have a problem with that."
"Oh, really? Let's check that, then," he suggested, stepped nighter to her, and, rather slowly, seized her upper arm. "Escape," he ordered, smiled as she couldn't, no matter how vigorously she'd been yanking away. "See now?"
"Okay, ye've made a point," she responded, squirming under his rather intense hold, her expression frightened, startled. "Could ya release me, now?"
"Hey, take it easy, freckles," he soothed, loosening his grip, before he streamed his hands to her face, cupped his palms around the sides of her head. "You know, I'd never hurt you, do you?"
"I know, I know," she muttered, relaxed at last, melting into his touch, merely. "Tell me, how to avoid such a situation, then?"
"Easy, by simply avoiding it," he answered, the smug smirk on his face whilst tucking the strands of her hair behind her ears, before stepping back. "I need you to dodge the grasp, to avoid being caught, and you do that," he explained, then paused once seizing the sharp branch from the dirt, and with it, drawing a circle around them, "without crossing the line."
"Ye're jokin', right?" she inquired, cocking her brows at him. "I'm literally at the arm's distance from ya!"
"That's what fun's about," he declared and took the stance as if readied for the action, already. "So, what about starting at once!"
Suddenly, his arm bolted to catch hers, however, the reflex allowed the woman to dodge it, to which Toothless reacted even impressed, until continued on, getting only faster and faster, cornering her to the marked border. When so, she'd endeavored to avoid it, although failed, and if it wasn't enough, in the final, he'd gotten hold of her, snatching her upper arms from behind, and pulled her to himself whereas Hiccup sighed, defeated.
"'ll be a lon' day, will it not?" she stated, feeling Toothless's chest pressing itself to her back.
"Maybe," he replied, leaning over her shoulder, so as to gaze at her, his grin bright, "but those are the best ones," and she responded not otherwise, but with honest beam.
And so, that's how the next hours went by, crammed with Toothless's lectures, Hiccup's complaints, and foremostly, reciprocal blaming, which, by this time, would be rather a norm, if not a mandatory, in actuality. Of course, beyond verbal offense, Toothless found out that you could've been offended gesturally when after sending Hiccup into the soil once again, she'd shown him one of his fingers, though he'd not figured out, what that meant to this day.
Ultimately, every cloud has a silver lining, and Hiccup was doing only better and better, to the point, when Toothless had a rather difficulty with catching up with her, although would never confess that, embarrassed though proud. The final straw was when the woman outright started playing with the man, circled him effortlessly, avoided his seizures smoothly, even pinched him, here and there - hence, he'd moved further, more precisely to the punches.
Therefore, they'd found themselves by the glossy lake, that reflected their figures on the surface - Hiccup punching Toothless's forearms, which were lifted in the air, whilst he allowed her to, even encouraged her for more. At some point, the man locked his eyes on the woman, whereas she'd soaked with sweat, burned with the warmth, and as he'd caught her gaze, he asked, his brows furrowed with interest.
"Why you'd never learned that yourself?"
"Fightin'?" she inquired, never quitting whacking his skin, and as he'd nodded, shrugged. "I ain't know. I never wanted to."
"That's not an answer," he noticed, then quickly added, "and speed up."
"And speed up," she parroted him, grimacing with irritation, although listened, hastened her punches. "How that's not an answer? I ain't like conflicts, so why I'd need fists to resolve them?"
"Okay, but what about the matter of fighting dragons, who appear on your island weekly?" he questioned, lifted an eyebrow at her from over his hands. "Don't say, you'd not fought the dragons before the curse."
"I'd not fought the dragons before the curse."
"Why not?" he asked, then crossed his arms as she'd stopped the training, avoided his eyes. "You've told me yourself, how an honor it is, to fight dragons. Why would you never-,"
"Because I was terrified of them, okay?! Because, since I was a kid, I cried whenever my father mentioned fightin' them! Because I'd have preferred to avoid them my whole life, rather than ever face them!" she shouted, and when so, glared her eyes into dumbfounded Toothless, before lessening them to the floor. "If it weren't for the curse, I'd never stop bein' afraid. After all, who could not overcome their fear, when 'd been inside of the mirror, every day."
"Right, I see," he mumbled, raised his forearms again, inviting her to proceed with punching. "I'm sorry for insisting so much. You shouldn't be forced to say that."
"'s okay," she replied, her smile wide, fake. "Ye've been curious, been there, done that."
Afterward, she'd returned to the training, although that didn't satisfy Toothless much, who stared at her, his brows frowned, his lips pursed, his jaw grounded, until finally, after the short silence, he spoke, suddenly.
"I'm afraid of spiders, although rather horrified of them, actually," he confessed, and Hiccup gazed at him, baffled. "I'm not joking. I'd once burned down an entire, deserted island, because of a mere spider - they're disgusting, and faster than it seems! I've never overcome this fear."
"Okay, but why ye're sayin' me that?" she asked, studying his features, which were strangely tensed.
"I've just," he began, caressed his neck, shortly, "I've just wanted you to know."
"Alright?" she replied, shaking her head, then fixing her eyes back at his forearms, though smiling underneath her nose. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," he said, returning the bright grin at her, until becoming serious suddenly and commanding, "Now, speed up," for which he'd been bestowed with a punch into the stomach, hard.
"How lon' until we'll stop circlin' like this?" Hiccup asked, her eyes locked on Toothless, who, while being ahead of her, walked in circles as she did, readied for any attack. "We're behavin' like some animals."
"No matter how much you're trying to repel it, your people are animals, and it's not insulting. You're their resemblance, formerly you've been like them, so it's not anything strange that you act like them, in some ways," Toothless explained, his arms lifted constantly in ready, his eyes scanning each of Hiccup's movements. "As for the circling, we'll do that, until someone makes the first move, which is the key here. You must think, whenever to attack, or if you shouldn't at all."
"I ain't understand this," she admitted, constantly endeavoring to mimic his motions, although rather clumsily. "How do I know, if I should attack?"
"Well, as for me, you attack if you know, that you'll attain gain from it," he started and smirked, suddenly, "or, that you've got the lead."
Consequently, the man rushed to her, and when so, Hiccup managed to react quickly, avoided a few punches that he threw, and even punched him herself, although he didn't seem bothered with the pain, but rather was pleased with it. Ultimately, after the rather fierce exchange of dodges, they'd distanced each other again, once more being in a position, where they'd awaited one another's first move, their steps synchronized, anyhow.
"Not bad, freckles," he praised, his eyes narrowed whereas Hiccup shrugged, smugly. "Can I ask you something?"
"What? Ye're in need of distraction, already?" she mocked, whereas tilting her head at him, suspicious. "Ask away."
"You've said, why you've never fought dragons, but then, I recalled myself about the deer, how compassionate you were, then," he reminded of the situation and, at the same time, attacked the woman, again. "Is the issue quite the same here? I'm not judging, just curious."
"No, these are completely other cases," she replied, defending herself from three punches with her forearms. "That one is rather a story, actually."
"If so, tell," he offered, failing to catch her arm, whilst she'd jumped rearward, fastly. "Let's see if you're able to withstand the nosy enemy."
"Nosy enemy? Like ya, perchance?" she teased, her two fists crushed inside his, as he'd caught them through the attack, and lifted his eyebrows, rather amused. "Ya'll not believe it, but in my very youth, somewhere around three years old, I was very keen to become like my father - the great, unstoppable warrior."
"You're right," he started, rounded his eyes whereas Hiccup fled his grasp, effortlessly. "I do not believe it."
"Well, for that reason, my father would take me for walks through the forest, as I'd swing proudly my wooden sword and he'd laugh, entertained," she recalled and grinned at the memory, and so, Toothless paused, treasuring her joy. "Once, at such a tour, we'd run into the bird hatchlin', which must've fallen off the nest, had the fractured win'. My dad wanted to… end its sufferin', but I couldn't stand it, couldn't let him kill such an innocent, little creature," she explained, staring at him, intensively. "Hence, he'd listened, but also, gave me a mission. I was supposed to take care of the bird, treat it, and when ready, free him, and I did. I'll never forget that moment, watchin' my charge to fly into the freedom, safe and sound."
"It must've been quite a feeling."
"It was, well, maybe until my father, the very next day, made chicken, and I vomited," she recollected, and they'd both chuckled. "What can I say more? Since then, I've earned great respect and sympathy for the animals, the dragons also, regardless of… ya know."
"I know," he responded, grinning with his eyes narrowed. "You're incredible."
"Oh, am I now?" she inquired, then, being closer than he'd even thought, hurried at him, and snatched his arm, stretched it to behind his back, hard. "Say more."
"You want me to? Alright," he muttered, before gripping Hiccup's cloth with his other hand, tossing her onto the ground, while he bent over her himself, his hands at the sides of her head. "You're incredibly stupid."
"We'll see," she declared, tying her legs around his waist, and, without the man realizing that, turning them around - when seated at him, standing up, putting her feet at his chest. "Who's incredibly stupid, now?"
After rolling his eyes, Toothless only stared at her, and, without the woman realizing that, grabbed her leg, and yanked it away, whilst Hiccup, losing her balance, fell at him, outright beautifully. "You are, always," he answered, the pride flooding out of him.
Consequently, Hiccup lifted her gaze at him, having in mind to fight back, however, that was before she'd noticed, how the inches only divided them, how the man's breath tickled her nose, how the woman's hand plastered was to his chest. In the meantime, Toothless hadn't reacted otherwise, gaped at her just as stunned as enchanted, just as tongue-tied as absorbed, just as bewildered as dumbfounded, until finally, his focus snared the other, awkward matters.
"Freckles, as much as I please your horrible breath underneath my nose, I must ask you to stand up from me," he whispered, squirming under the weight of her body, "because your knee digs into my stomach, and I won't even mention the placement of your foot."
"Oh gods," she cursed, got up in a matter of milliseconds, and handed him her hand. "I'm very sorry."
"It's nothing, don't worry," he said, with the woman's assistance stood up, and after gazing at her for a while, suggested, "So, the last spar?"
"C'mon, Toothless!" she groaned, letting her arms swing loosely by her sides, establishing her exhaustion. "I'm beat! Couldn't we call it a day?"
"C'mon, Hiccup! Ain't say you're chickening out?" he mocked, tilted his head at the cross-armed woman. "Be a Viking, a bloodthirsty demon! Let's battle the last fight - dragon vs human! We'll find out who's better, finally!"
Afterward, just as she'd heard these words, Hiccup's smile faded away, being replaced by the crushed grimace, which Toothless must've not noticed because he'd only stood straight, readied for the sparring. Consequently, he'd been surprised, when the woman attacked first, rushed at him, whilst her punches actually inflicted pain, her eyes fixed on his body, and her brows furrowed with anger, wrath, frustration.
The matter got to the point, where he couldn't even dodge her, was taking the hit once by once, and could only raise his forearms, allowing her to vent on them, although wasn't much delighted with that, hence spoke, perplexed.
"Hiccup, what-," he started, but was cut off, just as he'd been punched into the side. "Hiccup!"
During that time, Hiccup didn't register much of his words, was absorbed by the battle, which she'd not led with Toothless, which hadn't had a place inside the cove, which she'd used all her strength into, all her fury and outrage. Why he'd been like this? she asked herself questions - questions she'd not have answer to. Why he'd been treating her like this? she continued, each question hastening her heart rate, her punches. Why he'd hated her?! she heard her thoughts screaming, felt her eyes flood. "What he'd expected from her more?! What he'd wanted more?!
Ultimately, she'd stopped, panted as if panicking even, and, slowly, recovered her sense of reality, the very first thing she'd seen being her hands, half untied of the bandage, having the blood smeared at her knuckles. Thereafter, when acknowledging who she'd been fighting, she'd gazed at the man and was squeezed with embarrassment when watching him hold his aching jaw, his other arm raised in defense, never really forbidding her of attack.
Instantly then, she'd lowered fisted hands, and so, Toothless loosened, allowed his guard down whereas he'd focused on his chin, smeared with Hiccup's blood, before the woman sprinted to his side, her features clouded by regret.
"Toothless, I'm so, so sorry," she apologized quickly, caressing the sore hand, having the freshly opened wounds.
"I'm fine," he pressed, gnashed his teeth as he stretched his head around. "Though, I might have pulled some muscle in my neck."
"Fuck, I'm sorry," she repeated, then captured his other hand, strongly. "Come, I'll make ya the compress."
Subsequently, she'd guided him to the pond, inside which, after kneeling by it, Hiccup washed her bandages, as well as her hands, off the blood, before straining the cold fabric and applying it to Toothless's irritated spot, gently. While that, the man stared at her, at each of her motions, whereas her expression was overtaken by the same sorrow from before, therefore, maintaining the chilling cloth by his neck, he began, rather unsurely.
"Hiccup-,"
Unexpectedly though, without gazing at him, Hiccup gripped the edge of her gray, long sleeve, and pulled it up, uncovering the nasty, reddish mark of fingers at her skin, leaving Toothless confused, concerned, outraged.
"My father did that to me while being drunk, because I wasn't doin' good enough on trainin'. 's not even the pain itself that bothers me, but… but-," she hesitated, glanced at him for confidence, although regretted that when glimpsing just his worried self, gazed to the side, fastly. "Toothless, when we'd met, I'd been afraid of ya."
"Sunshine-,"
"Yes, I'd said I wasn't, but I was, terribly and every day. However, I'd been aware of that scare, and that 'd been reasoned, so I'd been readied for the worst scenario, always," she admitted before her eyes swam with dense, sorrowful tears. "I wasn't prepared for this, never. I've known my father's stron', but I'd have never expected him to take advantage of it, and use that strength on me, on his fuckin' daughter!" she yelled, hugging herself tight. "The truth is, I fear him! I fear my father, just the same as I feared the dragon, which wished me death!"
Thereafter, Hiccup burst into sobbing, which broke Toothless's heart into pieces while he wasn't even certain of what to say, fearing that he'd make the situation worse, believing he wasn't the suitable person for the matter, feeling not enough for that.
"Hiccup, sweetheart-," he started, wanting to rely his hand on her back, flinching away as she'd covered her eyes with her palms, violently.
"If the matter isn't the worst already, the sad thin' is, I still love him. He's my father, the person who walked me to these damned, forest strolls, who taught me, took care of me, soothed me after nightmares!" she wept, her voice muffled behind her hands. "Now, he wants to get rid of me, marry me off to some freakin', chief's son, with whom I'll have to stay forever, have a family, who will never love me… whom I'll never love."
Accordingly, she'd fallen into total despair, shrunk into herself, curled as if she'd been protecting herself from the harm, while Toothless watched, his body language betraying his helplessness, his eyes shimmering, brightly. As he'd finally dared, he'd embraced her and stared ahead, his chin relied on her hair, whilst the woman didn't even inch, cried into her palms, which were pressed into the fabric of his vest, overtaken by the crises - the problems he'd forgotten about.
Ultimately, the guilt crushed him, which welcomed itself on his face, before he said, at last, "We'll fix it. We'll fix everything," he added when strengthening his hold on her.
"How?" she asked, lessening her arms to the ground, leaning her forehead on his chest. "I'm sorry Toothless, but the curse is a lost cause."
"It's not a lost cause, not yet, because… because I know, how to make peace, between our worlds," he confessed and Hiccup jumped away from him as he'd crammed with shame. "It's about time I tell you the truth, more precisely, show you the truth."