Silence (How To Train Your Dragon AU) (Hiccup x reader OC)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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"I promise. You'll always be Hiccup, and I'll always be Silence."

His eyes lit up with delight.

"Now that we're alone," he teased, getting on top of me. He lowered his lips to mine, waiting for my permission. I closed our lips together, beginning our make out session. His lips were aggressive against mine, but his hands were gentle as they trailed up and down my sides. My hands locked onto his hair, earning a moan from him when I tugged.

He nipped my lip, asking for entrance, which I quickly gave. His tongue slipped in, twirling itself around mine before exploring the territory.

When I pulled back for air, his lips continued down my neck, occasionally sucking at a soft spot and making me grunt and moan.

"Don't hold it in," he whispered, his hot and moist breath against a spot he had just been sucking on, sending shivers through me. "You sound amazing."

"Ugh- Hiccup," I gasped, when his lips returned to my neck. "Hiccup!" I slapped a hand over my mouth at the loud exclamation. The sudden teeth grazing against my skin made my hips want to buckle into his. Fighting against the feeling as best I could, I slipped a few times.

He seemed to notice my embarrassment and pulled back. He used one of his hands to gently pry mine from my mouth, his hips pressing into mine.

"What you're feeling is natural," he assured. He rubbed his hips into mine, earning a swallowed groan from me. He leaned his head down, his lips at my ear. "Don't hold it in." He nipped at my ear lobe, his hips digging into mine before backing off. "Let me know how I make you feel." His tongue soothed the sharp sting. "Tell me, Silence. Tell me."

Another nip, this one just below my ear, earning him a yelp as my hips buckled into his, craving more friction.

He leaned back, beaming. "Perfect, but sadly, I think we should stop here."

Panting, I agreed, relaxing back into the covers. We hadn't gone that far before, and it had me wanting more. More of what? I had only heard about.

"You. Are. Amazing," he said in between pants.

I nodded, believing the same in him.

He turned to his side, facing me. I turned my head to face him. His hand trailed up and down my shoulder and arm in calming motions.

"You know," he started, "I wouldn't mind if you stopped being Silence. I love hearing your voice. You don't have to- I don't want to change you- but I wouldn't mind. I just want you to stay you, and for you to treat me like you do now, no matter what."

"Always," I mouthed, reaching across my chest to take his hand in mine. With a smile, he leaned over to peck my lips. We spent several minutes just cuddling before we decided to start the day. He rung for his servant to get us breakfast, which we had fun while making a mess of it as we ate.

After, we had to get ready for the ball tomorrow night. The one celebrating our engagement. Word had been sent to my family that I had been chosen, but Hiccup doubted they'd be able to make it in time. But he insisted that I not worry, for he'd make sure they were there for our wedding.

My eyes widen, the shock of last night finally washing over me.

I was getting married.

I was seventeen, met this boy a month ago, and was already giving him my hand in marriage.

"Wh- what's wrong? Silence?" he asked, worried. He fretted over me, not knowing what to do. "Silence? Did I saying something wrong? Please, tell me."

Getting over the crushing wave, I shook my head and took his hands to assure him I was fine.

"Silence? You don't have to if you don't want to, but can you please tell me what you were thinking about? Please?"

"It's so fast," I revealed.

"Us? I'm sorry. We can wait if you want. My father wants me to wed as soon as possible, but I don't mind waiting if-"

"Hiccup, stop. I don't mind. I love it. It's just-" I stopped, not knowing how to explain it.

"A lot to take in?"

I nodded.

He pulled me into a hug, whispering, "I know."

We stayed like that for a minute before he pulled away, keeping his arm respectfully around my waist as he guided me across the castle. After trying to get a rush order for a new dress, I convinced Hiccup that I didn't need one (and more importantly I didn't want one) and we agreed I would wear the dress from last night again.

"You looked absolutely gorgeous in that dress anyways," he reasoned, after realizing I wasn't going to give in. I hated dresses. "You know," he warned as we walked out of the castle's sempstress' area, "you'll be expected to wear a dress to our wedding, and just about everyday after that."

"Screw expectations. I'll wear a dress for our wedding and maybe every now and then, but- I'm sorry- I can't wear a dress everyday. It's just not me. I've had enough of dresses in the past few weeks."

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "I love you, don't be sorry."

We saw Harley as we walked passed the courtyard, where he made us pause our plans to play with him and his new grandparents.

Watching Hiccup, his mom, and Harley run around the courtyard, I found myself standing beside the king.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, his breath heavy and quick. "F- for last night."

"It's fine, your majesty. You were trying to protect your son."

He blinked, obviously surprised to hear me respond at all. "Oh, please, call me Stoick. You are my future daughter-in-law."

I nodded, our chat ending as Hiccup can jogging towards us with Harley on his shoulders, their combined laughter taking over everything around us.

Before they reached us, Stoick murmured, "I haven't seen my boy so happy in years. Thank you."

It was my turn to be surprised.

"Momma!"

"Hello, mi'lady," the other greeted kindly, pecking my lips. His green eyes were lit, his cheeks rosy from laughing and running. "Hey, Dad."

"Gran-pa! Hold me!" Harley flung himself forward, dragging Hiccup with him. Our eyes widened as he stumbled. Stoick even raised his arms, moving to catch Harley. Luckily, Hiccup recovered, letting Stoick calmly lift Harley over Hiccup's head and into his embrace.

"Bud, you can't do that," Hiccup scolded. "I could've dropped you."

"But you didn't."

"Still, son, you could have gotten hurt. You have to be more careful, okay?" Hiccup leaned in, letting Harley know he wasn't in trouble but the matter was serious.

"Okay, Da Da. I'm sorry."

Valka, Hiccup's mother, walked up, out of breath despite taking her time. Having saw what happened, she kept quiet.

Hiccup smiled. "It's fine. Are you enjoying your day with grandma and grandpa- man it's weird saying that."

"It's weird hearing it," his father agreed with a hearty chuckle, bouncing Harley in his arms, "but I doubt it'll take long to get used to it. I felt the same way when you were born. Being a father was so new. But you're lucky: you've got a good son, and an excellent girl."

"Aye," his mother agreed.

He looked up his father, a glowing of something I couldn't name but somehow knew in his eyes. "Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Mom."

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AN: That's the end! 

Not that exciting, I know. I had a better ending all typed up and ready, but I somehow lost it. I don't feel like rewriting it, so sorry.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this.

Should I write an Epilogue?