hiccup just loves giving gifts

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warning: a hand kiss

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01:01 PM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

"boo," hiccup lets out a high pitched scream, holding his hands to his body and turns and sees y/n trying not to laugh aloud. she is struggling. "are you..." she bites her lip, trying to laugh. "are you quite alright?"

hiccup clears his throat with a nod. 

"i'll admit you got me there," he admits, rubbing the back of her neck. he was petrified. absolutely petrified. he notices the dress she's wearing. long, almost reaching the grassy, mossy ground. dark red and black with her dragon's silhouette embroidered on the chest area. it's beautiful. her hair in a braided plait which has been tucked into a bun. "i-i, uh, i love your dress,"

"you do?" y/n looks down, her cheeks going warm. "i thank you. i did the embroidery myself,"

"you did?" 

"i did," y/n repeats with a nod, smoothing down her dress. it was her mother's. and it was her mother favourite dress. "alas, all of my materials have been used up for this dress so i cannot embroider on any of my other pieces of clothing,"

"and you like it a lot?" hiccup asks, an idea forming in his head. she nods, going to speak but hiccup interrupts her, unknowingly. "okay. okay. i will be back!" he says, walking backwards and running off. "i'm coming back! i just forgot something!"

y/n watches him as he runs, a smiling falling onto her face. 

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"y/n!" y/n turns, seeing hiccup running over to her, midnight and the night fury; which hiccup as decided to name toothless. "here," y/n watches as he puts the leather bag that he's holding onto the grassy floor. y/n looks at him, narrowing her eyes with a smile. what is this? what is he doing?

she peers inside the back, seeing all different colours of threads and a small sack of needles. there's pieces of cotton fabrics which she can embroider on. if she wished to do so. and she really wishes to do so. why can she not enjoy things like this? she is a targaryen. she can do as she pleases. 

"where..." the words don't form in her mouth. she looks at hiccup with a smile. "you did not need to do this,"

"i know," hiccup shrugs. "but i wanted to,"

"i thank you thee," she whispers, getting on her knees and sorting the pieces of thread. hiccup smiles, his heart increasing in speed. she's so beautiful. is he ever going to tell her that? probably not.

midnight coos at hiccup, expecting her gift. she's a princess. she wants what everyone else got and more. and hiccup didn't forget about her. why would he? you could never forget about midnight. she's encrusted with gems and has eyes the colour of y/n's hair when it's dark. or you could say, when it's midnight hour. from another bag, not the one of his back which is for toothless, he tips out a small pile of multicoloured flowers. 

midnight squeals in joy, y/n letting out a laugh at her dragon's behaviour. as she's sorted all the threads, she stands up and walks over to hiccup. 

"thank you," she says, taking his hand. she kisses the inside, hiccup's cheeks turning bright pink. their eyes lock, hiccup staying ever so still. he never noticed how similar her eyes were to a dragon's. "i do mean it,"

"i-it's not big deal," hiccup stammers, y/n letting go of his hand. but then she puts her hand on his forehead. 

"are you ill?" she mutters herself, furrowing her eyebrows at the temperature of his forehead. "do you feel ill? you are too warm. and you are pink. or is it more of a peach-that does not matter. do not take anything i just said it the last seconds into any consideration. are you ill?" y/n repeats. 

"nope!" hiccup squeaks. this is the closest he's ever been to a girl before. "i-i...i'm fine. just...excited,"

"then i must inquire. what has you feeling that emotion?" y/n questions, watching as midnight continues to play with the flowers. 

"i," hiccup starts, watching as toothless makes his way over. "will show you," toothless lies next to everyone else, watching hiccup. "i brought lunch. i hope..." he turns the woven backpack on to the cold floor, the fish spilling out of it. "i hope you're hungry," toothless' eyes dilating, moving his nose to smelling the uncooked fish. "okay, that's disgusting. we've got some salmon, some nice icelandic cod and a whole smoked eel," toothless growls at the sight of the eel. hiccup picks it up, toothless ready to attack. "no, no, no, no, no!" hiccup throws the eel away, putting his free hand up which isn't holding the false wing. he thought of the idea yesterday after dragon training. a downed dragon is dead dragon. and hiccup does not want toothless to be a dead dragon. "yeah," he says, wiping his hand on his trousers. "i don't really like eel that much either," toothless start to down the fish, taking in three at a time. "that's it. that's it. just stick with the good stuff," y/n watches as hiccup sneakily moves around the fish to the back of toothless' tail. he motions for her to follow but she shakes her head. toothless is not her dragon to fly. "and don't you mind me. i'll just be back here, minding my own business," 

y/n watches, from afar, as hiccup sets down the prosthetic tail, slowly scooting it next to toothless' tail. he flinches when the tail moves but sees toothless continuing his feast on the fish. he puts his thumbs up at y/n with a smile as she looks at him, concerned but interested in what he's doing. if she wasn't, she would have start her embroidery by now. 

hiccup sighs again as toothless moves his tail up. 

"it's okay," he says, trying to calm him down. y/n hums, getting toothless' attention. 

"gīda ilagon. rual zirȳla naejot gaomagon skoros istis gaomagon," she says, looking back at hiccup. she nods at him, him smiling at her. that is literally the girl of his dreams right there. he's found a targaryen book. but he doesn't want to give it to her, until he can understand at least a little bit so they can have a conversation. he knows that she said something about calming down. the rest of it? nope. 

"thank you," he whispers, y/n smiling at him. hiccup sits on toothless' tail, adjusting the prosthetic fin. "okay," he tightens it, not noticing toothless pausing and slowly sitting. 

"hiccup..." y/n says, trying to get the brown haired boys attention but she fails. toothless' wings and mouth drops wide open as y/n puts her hands up. hiccup grunts, adjusting the leather one last time, not noticing toothless opening his wings to fill the air surrounding him. 

"not too bad, it works..." hiccup mutters to himself, blissfully unaware of what is happening. 

"hiccup!" y/n shouts, hiccup turning to her. it all happened so fast. toothless shoots off, making the boy scream out in fear. "ilagon!" y/n shouts at toothless, running over to midnight as she holds her dress up. "māzigon!" midnight perks up, getting our of her flowerbed and letting y/n mount her. they fly up, hiccup still screaming as him and toothless start to fly downwards. the brown haired boy clutches onto toothless' tail in fear.

"no, no, no, no, no!" he shouts, before realising what he can do. he straightens up false wing, allow toothless to fly up once again. "oh my-it's working!"

y/n laughs as her and midnight fly behind them, her long white hair flowing in the wind. yes, it is working. but both dragon and targaryen are fearful that something is going to happen. mostly to hiccup. 

"umbagon close naejot zirȳ," y/n whispers, watching them. midnight chitters in response. they fly back down near the pond. 

"yes, yes, i did it!" hiccup exclaims, toothless noticing hiccup on his tail. he swings his tail as he turns, y/n being there in the nick of time to soften hiccup's fall with midnight. she holds him, midnight flying down as she slides off midnight's wing with him, practically, in her arms. 

"well done," she says, trying to fix his hair as the wind messed it up slightly. "you partly rode on a dragon,"

"i-" a roar cuts him off, everyone turning to see toothless struggling. his false tail shuts, since hiccup isn't holding it open anymore, and he falls. he skids along the water of the pond, halting to a stop. 

midnight roars out a laugh, toothless letting out a rumble as he spits out water. 

"well done, indeed,"