Our world

The lake

The nighttime, when the bright moon was enveloping the whole island with the white, pleasant light, was for both, Hiccup and Toothless, the favorite part of every day. While for the man such a reflection existed since the day he was born, the woman only recently found out about the advantages of it.

It turned out, surrounded by the darkness, the island was the most peaceful, the quietest place, ideal for a relaxing hike, or even, decerebrating moment. Obviously, it may seem startling, to just walk through the gloomy, treacherous forest, but not when there is a partner, that clearly is capable of warding off even a bear.

Consequently, it wasn't anything surprising that the two of them were having such strolls at least twice a week, and also today. Holding each other's hands, they wandered forward, swinging their connected arms, playfully.

While the woman was gazing around, amazed by the beauty of the blackness, the man was gaping straight at her, astonished that, despite changing, the stars were still visible in her eyes, sparkling dazzlingly. Eventually, she peeked at him and grinned, detecting his stare on her.

Flushed, Toothless grunted and attempted to wander her thoughts away from the awkward event, by asking, "What was that word again? Vegratian?"

"Vegetarian," she corrected him, lifting the corner of her mouth, agreeing on a rather peculiar distraction. "It is when ya don't like meat."

"And you are that vegetrian?" he inquired, and after Hiccup nodded, frowned confused. "Since that, why are you saying that only now?"

"Well, because it's nothin' to be proud of," Hiccup muttered, correcting the placement of the sunflower, whose stalk was tucked behind her ear. "I mean, imagine seein' my father deny chicken. That would be weird."

"Maybe, but from what I remember your name isn't Stoic, but Hiccup," Toothless spotted, narrowing his eyes at her. "Also, haven't you eaten meat just a week ago a chicken on lunch at the clubhouse with us?"

"Ya think why I have left earlier than anybody did?"

"That's why you refused when I proposed hunting bigger animals?"

"Yeah," she confessed and gazed at him, embarrassment transforming her face. "I'm sorry-,"

"Why would you apologize?" he interrupted, stopping the two of them on the spot. "There is nothing you should be sorry for. If anything, I should be sorry for forcing you into eating something that you don't like."

"Don't ya dare apologize, Toothless. I don't blame ya for anythin', and neither should ya," Hiccup warned, hardening her expression. "The truth is I, maybe, should've told ya about it earlier, but I just felt," she paused, hugging herself tight.

"Freckle, there is nothing shameful about being you," he assured, and pushing with his hand the back of her head he pressed her forehead against his chest, hiding his nose in her auburn hair. "You are perfect."

Afterward, she just sighed, before gazing to the side and calling, "Toothless, look," wide-eyed at the sight she witnessed.

The spot on which Hiccup pointed with her head was a spectacular, lake panorama, surrounded by dark trees, in which's water was reflected the huge, blank moon. Covered by white lilies and green, wet grass, that vista gained a natural beauty, which easily could've been compared to the view they observed while each time stepping inside the cove.

Eventually, after surveying it for a longer period, the woman glanced up at the man, who lifted an eyebrow at her while she grinned, mysteriously. Moving forward toward the water, Hiccup soaked her hand in sweet, warm liquid, before proposing.

"What will ya say about enjoyin' this wonderful day a little more?"

"What exactly you're suggesting?"