Destined To Be

For as long as he could remember, Toothless had been bound to the service of the Dragon Princess Hiccup. It was a duty he performed with unwavering devotion, his silent watchful gaze never straying far from her side. He guarded her against unseen threats, guided her through treacherous skies, and shielded her from harm.

To all who observed, he was the perfect guardian-loyal, fierce, and unbreakable. But what none of them knew was the weight of his hidden burden.

Toothless had grown to love her.

Not just with the devotion of a protector or the admiration of a subject. No-this love was something deeper, something forbidden. A dragon's heart was not meant to flutter at the sound of their charge's laughter. Their mind was not meant to memorize every nuance of their ruler's voice, every flicker of warmth in their gaze. But Toothless did.

He had watched her from the shadows, every day yearning for something he could never claim. He could not speak his feelings aloud; he could only serve, only protect, only exist in the space between duty and desire.

Then came the night of the storm.

Lightning tore through the skies, and the palace tower trembled with the weight of howling winds. Hiccup, stubborn as ever, refused to retreat. Instead, she stood at the balcony, her fingers tightening around the railing as she gazed into the chaos.

"Toothless," she whispered, her voice carried away by the wind.

He stepped forward, shielding her from the gale, his wings unfurled, his heart hammering in his chest.

"What is it?" he wanted to ask. But dragons did not speak in words; they spoke in action.

And then, in that fleeting moment, she turned to him-not as a ruler gazing upon a subject, not as a princess demanding protection, but as something more.

Something achingly close to understanding.

Toothless held her gaze, his emerald eyes reflecting the storm around them. He knew he would never speak his love aloud