Your blanket was doing, to put it bluntly, jack-shit for you right now.
I knew I shouldn't have trusted that dodgy seamstress, you thought moodily. This blanket is the flimsiest piece of crap I've ever owned.
Even so, it was your only source of heat, so you wrapped it even tighter around your (s/c) frame.
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You were shivering quite ferociously, trying to block out all the cold around you, when suddenly the door swung open, letting new freezing air into the already-under-minus-100 house.
"Did you really have to open the door that wide?" you grumbled, bringing your knees up to your chest.
"Oh, nice to see you too," you heard your long-term boyfriend snark as he closed the door. He made his way over to you, after taking off all his armour.
"Sorry, sorry," you apologized. "I'm fucking freezing, so I'm not in the best of moods."
"Yeah, it's a real chiller today. But, then again, what else can you expect from the delightful Viking village that is Berk?" Did he ever get enough of being so overbearingly sarcastic all the time? The amount of times that question had crossed your mind. . .well. . .you had honestly lost count.
"Y'know, shockingly, talking about the cold isn't making me feel any less cold," you deadpanned, making Hiccup roll his eyes.
"Jeez, so frosty," He commented. You groaned as he stifled a laugh at his own awful pun. Even Toothless, who had come in with Hiccup, shook his head in annoyance at his master's dorkiness.
"Sorry, just tryna make you feel better," he said, the irritatingly-cute smile still on his face.
"I'll feel better when I don't feel like a fucking popsicle," you cursed, hugging your blanket closer to yourself, trying in vain to get some sort of warmth into your body.
Hiccup frowned slightly, his eyebrows creasing in thought. He needed a way to get you warm, both physically and emotionally, because you were currently freezing him out.
No, enough terrible puns! he scolded himself. Focus on the task at hand.
His forest green eyes scanned around the room, until they land on his Night Fury. He smirked slightly, an idea forming in his head.
"Toothless, plasma blast," he instructed his dragon softly. Toothless frowned a little, before 'smirking' knowingly and shooting a plasma blast at the fireplace, causing it to light up with the orange flames.
