the white stag

a/n: people who have watched hotd will understand this reference ;o

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01:15 PM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

"do you think he is arriving any time soon?" y/n asks midnight as she works on a different tapestry. the one she wants to give hiccup is sitting on a rock, warming up in the sun. toothless bathes in the sun, like a cat would. midnight stays under a small rocky cave, not wanting to go in the sun. she does not like it as much as toothless does. "i fear that i might miss his company,"

midnight groans in response as y/n turns to look at her with a small laugh. y/n's hair is tied up in a low bun. two strands of her hair frame her face and she's wearing a long red dress. 

"however, do not speak of word of this to him," y/n says. "i do not think i will be able to live it down if he grows knowledge of what i have just admitted to the wind,"

midnight groans once again, y/n huffing. 

"i am certain he has a lover," she says. "i do not wish to become her rival of any sort. and i do not wish to get in the way of their relation. i am a targaryen, not a hightower. i would never stoop so low. you are aware of this, midnight," midnight rolls her eyes, huddling deeper into cave. hightower's. a last name which once meant wealth. now, it has fallen into the depths of the earth never to be heard from again. 

"y/n!" the targaryen looks up, seeing hiccup running over to her. she stands up, putting her new piece of art down at getting the one she has made for him. "hi! sorry, i came to late. i had...training,"

"training?" y/n repeats. "and how did you fair? no, wait a moment. gōntan ao raqagon ziry?" she asks, hiding the tapestry behind her, waiting for him to respond. 

hiccup knows this. how? no, it's did. did you enjoy it? is that what she's asking? if he enjoyed it? he didn't. dragon training is a waste of time. 

"daor, ziry iksos iā waste hen jēda," he says weakly, unsure if he got to punctuation right. he didn't, but y/n smiles anyway. 

"if you do not enjoy it and it is a waste of time, why do you still take part in it?" y/n asks, sitting back down and patting the ground next to her. hiccup sits down and she automatically rests her head on his shoulders. 

"my father wants me to do it so..."

"you take part in it to make him happy," y/n says, putting the tapestry on hiccups lap. "you are a good son,"

"thanks," he chuckles, taking the tapestry in his hands. "is that me and toothless?" he asks, holding it up to the sky. the greens and browns glisten in the sunlight. it is beautiful. y/n nods, closing her eyes. "i love it, thank you,"

"you need not thank me," y/n says. "i enjoy this and it was a wonderful and hard working experience doing the both of you," hiccup tilts his neck down, looking at y/n. even with her eyes closed, she can still feel his eyes on her. and it is making her feel warm. her mind is buzzing. she opens her eyes, smiling as they look at each other. their heartbeats start to speed up and fall in sync as they were destined to do. 

a twig snaps and toothless looks up, baring his teeth at the white stag that has come into the clearing. midnight coos at the smell, coming out of the little cave. meat. 

"iā timpa velkrys," y/n mutters, looking at it. she stands up, putting her hands at midnight and toothless. they will not be killing this beautiful beast. not today. not while she still has breath in her lungs. 

hiccup scrambles, standing up. he watches as y/n and the stag move closer to one another. is he meant to do something? what is he meant to do? she puts her hand out to the stag, it bowing at her. the gods have chosen. and they have chosen her. what have they chosen her for? what did she need to do?

the stag stalks off, leaving y/n wordless and both midnight and toothless hungry. 

"y/n?" hiccup says, getting her attention. she turns to look at him, hiccup spotting the confusion and possible slight fear in her eyes. "do you want to go on a walk and get something for midnight?"

"of course," y/n mutters, walking off. hiccup looks at the dragons, midnight tilting her head at her owner. 

"uh, stay here," hiccup says to both dragons. midnight narrows her eyes as she looks at hiccup. "we-we'll be back," he puts the tapestry back down carefully, not wanting to rip it or harm it in any way, and runs after the last targaryen. 

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are you okay? no, he's not going to ask her that. that's a stupid question which will probably result in a stupid answer. she's also walking very fast for him to even ask a question. 

he walks quicker to catch up to her and holds her hand. the contact immediately slows y/n's heartbeat down. y/n slows to a stop, looking down at their joined hands. 

"white stags are rare," she starts. "they are extremely uncommon and i never thought i would have the privilege to see one. ever in my life time. however, they are gods in some form. gods to targaryen's. and the stag had bowed its head towards me...i...i do not..."

hiccup rubs his thumb over hers to give some type of rhythm. y/n sighs out, turning to face him.

"the gods have chosen me for something," y/n states. "i fear i am sure that this will possibly be my downfall,"

her downfall? hiccup furrows his eyebrows, not sure what to see. how could he comfort her?

"i'll protect you," hiccup says. y/n smiles, tilting her head to the side. "i meant what i said. va moriot," and he says it with much better pronunciation.  

"va moriot,"