Our world

The quarrel

Leaning her forearms on the table, Hiccup partly laid on it, sitting by it and locking her eyes on the splinter just in front of her. If she looked around she could've noticed the four wooden walls of her house, the windows which were letting in rays of the afternoon sun, but also shiny snow, and known by heart furniture.

Somewhere nearby, ignited was the fireplace, over which placed was a pot that was boiling, spreading the pleasing smell of food everywhere. Even so, Hiccup stayed still, taken over by her thoughts and worries about today's events.

I'm not that sure of it, maybe somethin' will get into ya, she recalled Larsen's words, feeling the guilt growing at the bottom of her stomach. While she doubted it, he was right, she thought and whimpered almost soundlessly, how could she lose control over herself, just like that?

Suddenly, her reflection was interrupted by laughter, audible from the other side of the wooden door, also known as the main house's entrance. Being sure about the person's identity she tensed her shoulders, hiding her mouth behind her laying arms.

Afterward, through the door came the giant alike man, whose ginger beard seemed to be half his face's volume. The smirk was curved at his mouth, his dark green eyes met hers, and the man sent her a comfortable smile. Keeping his arm on the door, he held them open, until the second figure entered inside.

His black hair was reaching his shoulders which were uptight from Hiccup's point of view. Standing before the larger man his eyes were narrowed, but the grin was visible on his face. Just as he gazed in the young woman's direction, his intense, toxic, green eyes flashed and the annoyed smile changed into a relaxed beam.

In response, Hiccup waved her hand, almost motionlessly, before the man moved toward her, grasped her shoulders, and leaned over her. "Hey, sunshine," he cajoled, kissing the top of her head.

"Hey, Toothless," she replied and leered up at him, smiling weakly. "How was yer day?"

"I should be the one asking," he implied and sat next to her, tilting his head at the sight of her face's side. "You look pale, is everything alright?"

"I'm fine-,"

"Have you eaten something today, or at least drank?" He questioned, but before she could've answered, he was raising himself. "I can pour a glass of water if you-,"

Afterward, he was interrupted by the older man, who laughed, hysterically. "Told ya," he reflected, gasping for the air.

"Told ya, what?" Hiccup asked, peeking from the older toward the younger man.

"That once we'll walk in, I'll jump around you like an overprotective puppy," Toothless answered, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Really hilarious, Stoic," he grumbled, and once Hiccup started giggling he glared at her, raising his brow at her. "You are supposed to be on my side, you know?"

"Since when?" She countered, pouting at him, teasingly. "I always have thought about ya as an overprotective reptile."

"And you'll be always a reckless human in my eyes," he commented, squirting his eyes at her, while she replied with the same, "or maybe a little hatchling?"

"Not this again!"

"Why not? We both know it's true," he chuckled and encircled his large arms around her middle, bringing her closer to himself. "My little girl," he whispered into her ear, before ticking her neck, with his nose, resulting in her unsuccessful attempts to push him away and her giggle.

"Ah," Stoic crooned, and once he did the both of them glanced in his direction, actually surprised by his presence. "Young love... Disgustin', where is the dinner?"