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Hiccup's footsteps were rather quiet despite having a prosthetic leg, and his dragon was silent, a shadow of night. Perhaps he'd learned how to sneak around so well because of him.
Viggo was pretending he was asleep. At first, he'd been extremely unsettled to wake and find small gifts left out on his desk without him having been disturbed. Who could sneak around so skillfully as to get past his guards and all the defenses the base had in place? And why? Just to leave these trinkets? Small figurines made masterfully of wood and metal?
He figured it out by the third time it had happened though. For some reason, Hiccup, the leader of the Dragon Riders, was sneaking into his tent at least once a week to leave him gifts.
And, well, Viggo wasn't actually quite opposed to this strange sign of affection. He thought it was affection. It wasn't like Hiccup to try to play a game like this in war.
So it must be of love.
Hiccup left his new gift on his desk, and then in a slight fluttering of movement in the dark, was turning to leave. Viggo, for once in his life, found it difficult to speak. His stomach was in knots. His tongue felt thick, but he had to say something.
"Please, stay."
Hiccup was clearly startled by his voice. He knocked into something in the dark, cursing at whatever he'd bumped into that was now clattering to the floor. Then there was no movement, and his breathing was heavy.
Viggo found the courage to sit up. He wanted to light a lantern, but was afraid that light would make Hiccup flee.
"Did… did I wake you?" Hiccup asked, back still turned to him. Viggo's eyes had adjusted to the dark, and so he could see his figure. Toothless was most likely waiting outside for him. How long before he decided to check if his Rider was okay?
"No." Viggo rose, cautiously, as if trying not to startle a scared dragon. "I must compliment you on your stealth. Very daring to get past all my defenses just to leave me gifts."
Silence. Viggo's heart pounded. Had he guessed wrong?
"That is what you're doing, correct?"
There was a large sigh from Hiccup, like he was giving in to something, deflating. He turned to Viggo.
"It-it is."
Viggo could not stand the darkness any longer. He reached for the spark stones on his nightstand, and soon there was candle-light illuminating the tent in a soft orange glow. It didn't reach far into the darkness, but it was enough to see Hiccup by. His hands were clenched into fists at his side.
"Might I ask why?" Viggo stepped closer and set the candle down on his desk, right next to the new figurine Hiccup had left him. It was a Maces and Talons piece with stunning metalwork. These were better crafted than even his grandfather's set.
Hiccup put a hand on the table. "I, um…" A blush colored his cheeks. "Uh… s-secret admirer?"
Viggo pulled out his chair and sat, smiling, pleased with the way this was going. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel any attraction to Hiccup. A lot of it was intrigue at his intellect (intelligence always attracted Viggo to someone regardless of sex), but he just simply liked him. He liked his hands and his eyes and his lips; he liked his hair and wondered if it was as soft as it looked; he liked his awkwardly large nose and his slim, but strong build; he even liked his voice and his stutter. He found it endearing, of all things.
When Hiccup didn't move or say anything, Viggo gestured for him to sit. Hiccup glanced back over his shoulder at the entrance of the tent, but put his hand on the back of the chair.
"Um… Toothless," was all he said. "H-he might be worried."
"Yes, well, he would hear if you were in danger, would he not?"
Hiccup nodded. His fingers tightened on the back of the chair. "I suppose so."
"Then sit, my dear. I do apologize for not having any refreshment, but it is the middle of the night."
Blushing even more, Hiccup took a seat. Good. Viggo had him where he wanted him. Strange though, to have Hiccup be the one to initiate this kind of thing.
Viggo picked up the Maces and Talons piece and twirled it in his hand, studying it closely. Yellow light reflected off of it, pulsing gently.
"I had not known that my attraction—so to speak—was returned," Viggo said honestly. "I had resigned myself to never having you as anything but an opponent."
Hiccup clasped his hands on the table, looked down at them. He was nervous. Viggo hoped he hadn't messed this up in staying awake waiting for him, but there had to be a confrontation at some point. These little secrets would not have lasted.
"I… don't know how to explain it," Hiccup finally said. "It's… I thought… I shouldn't…"
Viggo's heart sank when Hiccup suddenly stood to leave. He moved quick, reaching out and taking him by the wrist. It wasn't a very strong hold (Hiccup could break it at any time if he wished), but it was enough to stop him in his tracks.
"Stay," Viggo said. "Please."
Hiccup's pulled himself free from his grip, but didn't move to leave. Viggo could hear his blood rushing in his ears, the anticipation of Hiccup's actions putting him on edge. Gods, he hadn't felt like this since he was a youth, chasing affection and touch he had never been given growing up.
"And what would I tell my friends?" Hiccup asked. "If they discover me missing?"
Viggo shrugged and stepped closer, putting a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, hoping the touch wasn't overbearing.
"Something to think about once you get there. We still have hours, don't we?"
Hiccup let out a laugh, and it sounded like with it, he expelled all his nerves. He turned to Viggo, a cautious smile on his face. It made Viggo's heart skip a beat. Yes, yes he was beautiful. He was irresistible in his accidental charm. Or, what Viggo found to be charm.
"We do," Hiccup replied. He ended up taking both of Viggo's hands, and he was studying them rather than meeting his gaze. "I never thought I would fall for a Dragon Hunter."
Viggo huffed in amusement. "Nor I a Dragon Rider."
"What… what does that make us?" Now Hiccup looked at him, eyes searching, confused, torn.
Viggo found that he wasn't sure how to answer that question. He opened his mouth a moment, pondering speech, but then closed it again. Hiccup somehow had him all choked up.
Hiccup gave him a small smirk. "I've got you speechless, huh?" He sounded very smug. Viggo didn't blame him. He was a master of words, and yet here he was floundering because of Hiccup Haddock.
"I think…" Viggo began, looking quite pointedly at Hiccup's lips, "that labels can constrain a person."
"I suppose…" Hiccup said thoughtfully. He leaned his head close, and Viggo could feel his breath on his face, warm and inviting.
Viggo wasn't sure who kissed who first. It was more of a mutual thing, a meeting in the middle. It was something that couldn't happen in their war, and yet here they were, making it happen between just them.
Viggo cupped Hiccup's face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He was sure of himself in doing this. He'd wanted to do this since first meeting Hiccup.
He'd almost expected Hiccup to be jumpy about this, awkward, but no—there was confidence in him, in the way he moved his lips and put his hands at his waist. He wanted this. His little, daring gifts had proven that.
Eventually, they did have to pull away, both breathless. Hiccup's eyes were shining. It was a wonderful look on him.
"You said w-we have a few hours?" Hiccup asked. He was blushing again, seeming unsure of himself. Viggo knew what he wanted.
"Indeed." Viggo moved his hands to Hiccup's hips, pulled him up against him.
Their next kiss was more demanding than the first. They did have time constraints, after all.