New Life Ahead [HTTYD]

Chapter 14: Past and Present Relationships

"Hiiiiiccuuuuuup... Waaaaaaake uuuuuuuuuuuuuup." said a disturbingly smug voice.

The dragon teen mumbled.

"Waaaaaaaaake up!" came the voice again.

Hiccup's eyes twitched a little, but remained closed.

"Wake up sleepyhead." the voice giggled. With this, something hard and scaly brushed its way across Hiccup's snout.

"WOAH!" Hiccup exclaimed, his eyes shooting open in response to the unexpected nuzzle. His body leapt from its original position of sleep and got into a splayed, alert stance. His eyes darted around for the perpetrator in nervousness, only for them to settle on the surprised-looking Deadly Nadder in front of him.

He let out a sigh of aggravation. "Don't scare me like that. You know I don't like it when you sneak up on me."

"Oh, Hiccup." giggled the female Deadly Nadder. "Remember what I told you? The female in a relationship is ALWAYS the domin-"

"OKAY! OKAY!" cried the boy, lowering his ears and clenching his eyes to force the thoughts out of his head. "I really don't want to hear any of that! And besides, we're not in a relationship!"

"Are you sure?" asked the Nadder in a seductive-sounding way, turning her body to the side and shaking her tail in front of Hiccup's nose. The Night Fury blushed immensely, knowing that this usually was a sign of affection between dragons. The only thing was, this action typically only occurred during the season of spring. He only knew this because his former Viking friend Fishlegs had been VERY informative about that area of dragons. It disturbed him that his old friend had little regard for privacy among dragons just for the sake of learning things, to the point where he even attempted to sneak into the dragon arena to watch a mating session. He still couldn't shake the memory out of his head.

"Come on Hiccup, I don't want to be alone in this!" whined Fishlegs, standing outside of the forge that Hiccup was working in. The sun was about to set, and the big-boned Viking was asking the chief's son for the twentieth time today.

"NO Fishlegs! I don't wanna learn anything about how dragons...'get together.' I don't even know why YOU want to know!" said Hiccup in an exasperated tone, pounding harder on the sword he was attempting to fix. It was the last weapon, and it should have been done earlier. Unfortunately, Fishlegs would not stop asking Hiccup his request.

The fat, young Viking sagged a little at Hiccup's response, disappointed that his friend couldn't see what a great opportunity it was to see this.

"Hiccup, please! It won't even be for very long! You're the only one besides Gobber who knows how to open the lock to the dragon arena! And I know for a fact that there are two Terrible Terrors, both different genders!" The look on Fishlegs's face when he said this was one of manic curiosity, and it scared Hiccup just how desperate he was to view this.

"Why do you even want to see this Fishlegs?" Hiccup asked, pausing in his work and setting the hammer down. He placed the sword on the wall rack. "We're Vikings. It's our job to kill dragons, not watch them...ugh...mate."