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“These are marvelous designs,” Viggo said, looking over the blueprints Hiccup had shown him of the new prosthetic he wanted to make. It would have one foot for walking and another for flying. It was sleek and inventive.
Though Viggo had been with Hiccup for a few months now, their war over, he didn’t know much about his injury. He’d heard that he’d lost the limb in his battle with the Red Death, but that was all from rumors. The reality could be very different, for all he knew.
Viggo came and sat beside Hiccup on his bed. He currently wasn’t wearing his prosthetic, as his leg was bothering him that day. His pant leg covered what was left of the limb though. He’d never seen it uncovered.
There was a slight blush to Hiccup’s cheeks at Viggo’s compliment. “Thank you.” He took the blueprints from him. “Viggo?”
“Yes, my dear?”
He blushed deeper. So… maybe the blush was actually from something else.
“My, uh, my stump really hurts today,” he said. “And I was wondering if you wouldn’t - uh - wouldn’t mind massaging it for me?” His voice squeaked at the end of his question, and Viggo couldn’t help but find that utterly adorable.
“I would not mind at all.”
And so, slowly, Hiccup rolled up his pant leg, and Viggo got his first look at his naked stump. It was horribly scarred, the skin all morphed in pink and white and red. The stump itself was neat though, an amputation.
Hiccup lifted his leg and put his stump into Viggo’s lap. Very gently, realizing he was being shown the utmost trust here, he stroked his knee, then down lower, where smooth, freckled skin turned into rough scarring.
“Where do you want me to massage?” Viggo asked quietly.
Hiccup used a hand to indicate the area closest to the stump. He told him he could use some force behind his motions. Viggo was a little afraid to, but when he began kneading his fingers into Hiccup’s scarring, Hiccup let out a happy sigh.
“Thank you, Viggo,” Hiccup said. He leaned back on his elbows.
“You keep thanking me,” Viggo told him. “When really I should be the one grateful to you.”
“For what?” Hiccup cocked his head.
“Taking me in even after everything I did to you and your Riders,” Viggo answered, still massaging Hiccup’s stump. “For showing me kindness and… love.”
Hiccup laughed a little. “I had to show a man 20 years my senior how to love?”
“It sounds ridiculous,” Viggo told him, laughing a little as well. “But yes.”
Hiccup got a sobering look on his face. “Oh. So… have you ever loved anyone before?”
Viggo shook his head. “Not quite. Not familial, not platonic, and certainly not romantic. At first, when I was younger, it upset me that I was so different from everyone else, but then I just came to realize it was how I was, and that there was no way to change it.” Hiccup had an endearing look in his eyes. He was truly listening to him, understanding. It was almost too much for Viggo. He went back to paying attention to what he was doing. “And then you came along. What I felt for you at first was merely lust, attraction, intrigue. Then it became something more, became… love.” Viggo was so unused to that word. For years he had come to terms with it as something silly, something that was frivolous and useless. And now, it was something that he felt.
Hiccup laid a hand on top of Viggo’s. “Well, then I’m glad I came along.”
Viggo looked to Hiccup with a smile. “I’m glad you did too.”