Our world

The decision

It was getting late as Toothless walked through the woods, thinking through the conversation that awaited him and Hiccup. While feeling extremely guilty, his head was creating a bunch of scenarios that were getting worse with each one.

By the seventh one of them, remembering Stoic's words about moving out, he gave up, hoping he will have done it, improvising. Eventually, after walking into a couple of roots, being smacked by an uncountable amount of branches, and cursing each time that occurred, he was at the spot.

Before his eyes offered the view of the white, brightened by the moon, cove, at which sight he must have breath in, soundly. A lot of time passed since he was here last time, he realized, and just then at the notice of footprints made in the snow, he followed them, inside the floral cave-in.

Consequently, he found himself next to the tree, behind which sat Hiccup, leaning her back against it and hugging her knees to her chest. Instead of approaching her, he sat on the opposite side of the tree, and glimpsing how she slid farther from him, grunted.

"Good evening, miss. It's a rather lovely, pretty night tonight, isn't it?" He began anxiously, and after getting no response continued. "I don't know why the lady found herself in here, but I have come here in search of beloved me woman. Have you seen her? She has beautiful, long, Auburn hair, freckles spread across her whole, little, although by some people underestimated, body, and gorgeous, breathtaking, dark green eyes-,"

"Toothless, I don't want to talk to ya," Hiccup muttered, tightening her hold on her limps.

"I know, but can I explain myself?" He replied, tilting his head, hoping to glimpse more of her features. "You don't have to listen to me."

"I doubt there is somethin' to explain."

"There is, really," Toothless vouched and moved closer to the young woman, gaping at the side of her head, before inhaling. "I don't think that you can't handle it, or that you're weak. If I can brag about something, it's the fact that my partner has killed the biggest dragon I have seen in my living eyes."

"That much I know, but also that I am stubborn, annoyingly stubborn, a-and obstinate."

"Right," he mumbled, scratching his neck, ashamed. "I-I have no justification for that, and what I said was undeserved, I'm sorry," He apologized and fretted, detecting how Hiccup's body tensed. "If that helps, then I said that to convince you so you listen to me, rather than to hurt you."

"But ya did hurt me," She rumbled and after a moment of awkward silence turned to him, rapidly. "The fact is ya can't explain yerself, because there is no actual, good reason for the way both of ya, ya and my father, behaved. Constantly, ya try to close me from the village, like I can't take care of myself!"

"Hiccup, that isn't true, I don't think that! It's just the fact it's getting more dangerous that makes us behave like that! For sake, somebody threw a vegetable at you! They have basically harassed and shamed you, your own words!"

"And? I don't care about it, I'm not scared!"

"Okay, but I am!" He yelled, and witnessing how Hiccup's face loosened, to the point, there wasn't any anger, he gazed at the ground, resisting his arms at his bent knees.

In the meantime, the auburn-haired woman stared at him, confused and even worried. It was the first time she heard him say he was scared, she understood and exhaled, moving closer to him, so they sat next to each other. Even so, just as she opened her mouth, he overtook her.

"You may think that I am doing perfectly fine, that I am alright, after all, as you said, I work every day, I meet people and there is nothing I should be complaining about, but you're wrong. The truth is, I am not fine."