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Inside her room, sitting on her bed, slouching, Hiccup felt the weight of a pile of clothes on her knees but didn't bother herself with it. Staring forward, somewhere into the wall over the desk, her vision was blurry, sometimes catching the sight of Toothless who was strolling around, probably doing something far more productive than her.

"-even listening to me?" He asked, stopping suddenly by her, shaking her shoulder when she remained motionless. "Earth to Hiccup! Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, wiping her eye with her knuckles. "What were ya sayin'?"

"I asked if I could eat Stoic, and you agreed."

"What?" She squealed, but then taking note of his smirk, frowned. "Toothless, ya can't joke with me like that, in that state."

"Why not?" He nagged, but then crouched before her, furrowing, concerned. "What's going on? You seem absent."

"I'm fine, honey," she stated, kissing his forehead, afterward keeping her lips against his skin, squeezing her eyes.

"You know that I don't believe you in that theme, right?" He reacted and chuckled when Hiccup sulked, looking away. "Please, don't take it personally, I'm just worried," he clarified, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb. "Well, if you don't want to say me, I'll find out on my own," he declared, before standing up and sitting just next to her.

"What are ya doin'?" She questioned, raising her brow at the view of his brooded expression.

"I'm staring."

"Ye're starin' at what?"

"At whatever you were staring at," he explained and hummed, clamping his hands on his nose, also pointing forward with his fingertips. "However, I see nothing interesting there."

"Because there is nothin' interestin' there," she sighed, covering her face with her hands. "Quit the mockin', I'm beggin' ya."

"Oh, I see something!" He cheered, standing up swiftly and stepping forward toward the desk, from which he took the piece of paper. "The masterpiece!" He crooned, showing off his portrait made by Hiccup months ago, while she giggled. "Although I prefer this one," he acknowledged, turning it around, to present his drawn catastrophe.

"I won't argue about that," she responded, beaming, until sadness crossed her face while gazing at the ground.

Glimpsing that, Toothless exhaled and leaned himself against the back of the chair by the desk. "Now, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I-I don't know if we're makin' good decision."

"Stoic muddled you up?" He inquired, before straightening. "Good thing he did. You should doubt that, it's the step into the unknown after all, and I can convince you into it, now."

"Toothless, there is no need-,"

"I insist," he urged, crossing his arms. "I know that you're scared and I understand that. It's reasonable," he remarked before realization dawned on his face. "Maybe, we can talk it out all over again? We may list the cons and pros of leaving, what will you say? Will that help with your anxiety?"

"Well, it might-,"

"So decided!" He exclaimed and pressed his lips together, ashamed. "However, I don't know how."

Giggling, Hiccup shook her head. "What do ya mean how? We may just talk-,"

"I got an idea," he interrupted, simpering, and turning toward the desk, grabbing the empty paper and pencil from the table, before sitting by the desk. "Let's write it down."