Our world

The appeal

It was rather sudden when Heather stepped inside Hiccup and Toothless's hut, letting in the chilly, morning air. Gnashing her teeth guiltily, she gripped the opening of the entrance, glancing at the trouble she had caused.

Toothless, awoken by her, fell down from his sleeping spot, which happened to be a bench in the corner, hard. Afterward, peeking at the newcomer, he groaned, slowly raising himself up.

"What the hell, Heather," he mumbled, sitting up and stroking the impact on the head, before covering his mouth, yawning. "Didn't your parents teach you to knock?"

"I'm sorry," she apologized, grinning nervously as she closed the entryway behind herself. "It's the first time I've seen such a door."

"The door is a door; either way, you knock."

Abruptly, they could've heard the exclaim, "Hey, what's all this ruckus," coming from above, and glancing up the stairs at the back of the room, Heather get an eyeful of the hatch, which after extending revealed Hiccup, who blinked, tiredly. "Good mornin'. What's goin' on here?"

"Good morning, sunshine. We have a guest," Toothless greeted, before pointing with his head at Heather, straightening on his spot.

"Good morning, Hiccup," Heather responded, waving her hand, narrowly. "I didn't mean to wake you two up."

"That's okay, I guess," Hiccup murmured, going down the stairs. "What brings ya here?"

"Um, first of all, because I'm terribly curious, are you two always...separate?" Heather asked, pointing at them and Toothless's bedding.

"Only today," Hiccup answered, leaning on the mentioned furniture, and ricocheting at Toothless on the ground, smirking weakly. "Toothless got himself a little punishment."

"For yesterday's kidnapping?" Heather inquired, squinting her eyes at Toothless mockingly, while the man clenched his jaw, miffed.

"That too, but also for rippin' my favorite shirt, and clawin' my shoulder," Hiccup elaborated, and when she did, Heather noticed the piece of bandage on her neck whose rest was hidden under her shirt.

Toothless added quickly, "I didn't mean that." He then looked at Hiccup, concern crossing his face as he asked, "Are you still mad at me?"

Hence, Hiccup shook her head, beaming and walked towards him, before replying, "No," while she knelt in front of him. "I can't be mad at ya for too long," she whispered, messing his hair, just as he loosened, smiling. "However, do something like that again, and don't even enter the house."

"Okay, sweetheart," Toothless responded and kissed her under the eye, swiftly, "and again, I'm really sorry."

"All right, all right, quit the taffy," Hiccup ended, patting his cheek. "Heather is watchin', and I thought that soft side of yers is reserved only for me," she joked and giggled, after Toothless glanced at the quoted woman, and immediately, his expression hardened. "Go change."

Nodding, Toothless stood up and went upstairs to their room, while Hiccup raised herself and turned towards Heather, who swayed on her feet, uncertain.

"Would ya like to have breakfast with us? Today, everyone is responsible for makin' their own breakfast, so-,"

"No, no. I just came by, to talk," Heather grunted, straightening, "about certain someone."

"Since ye're namin' yerself Dagur's archenemy, I guess that it's about him," Hiccup supposed, moving toward the back of the room, where she took a few breakfast ingredients from the basket located there. "Bread?"

"No, thank you," Heather replied and sighed. "Yes, I meant Dagur. I think that we should do something about him."

"Why? I thought the case was closed," Hiccup replied, setting down the carried food on the table by the wall. "Dagur doesn't bother us, so why would we?"