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The first feeling that came to Hiccup was warmth. It weighed on him heavily, as if he were wrapped in Toothess’ wings. He felt safe, safer than he has felt in a long time. He actually felt well rested for once, relaxed, even. He sighed, snuggling into the warmth that wrapped around him.
Something about it was… off about it, however. It didn't feel like Toothless’ smooth scales…it felt softer. He furrowed his brow. Yes, something was different.
When Hiccup opened his eyes, he immediately regretted it. The sun felt like it scorched him as he quickly snapped his eyes shut once more, wincing at the pain. His head ached, a mixture of burning and throbbing that made him wish for relief the second it registered. He sighed, trying to order his thoughts through the chaos of his migraine and steadily ease his eyes open.
He carefully peeled his eyes open, wincing. And as he did, he registered a few things.
One, Toothless was not even close to him. Two, he was leaning on a rock, sitting in the grass. Three….
That warmth? That was not a dragon, but a person. A person that Hiccup just couldn't escape from, it seemed, nor could he figure out. Someone who made him furious and intrigued at the same time. Someone who was holding him close, large arms wrapped around his body and a large cloak draped over both of them as they slept on the grass.
Hiccup froze, his eyes latching onto the resting ex-hunter. His first instinct was to push away as fast as he could, his mind yelling that his enemy was too close. But…he paused. How did he even get in this position? What happened last night to end up like this? He squeaked, his face flushing at the proximity of the other. How did he even get-What-Oh.
Oh.
He remembered what happened, and for the second time in just as many days, he groaned as memories returned to him, hitting him full force in time with his pulsing migraine. Right, he was angry and upset over Astrid, then Viggo came to talk to him which… honestly baffled him to no end… then he told that story, then-
He blushed. Oh gods, he fell asleep on him, didn't he?
Then, as he took in the others attire, the burn on his face, the bandages peaking out of his shirt, he forced his body to relax.
Viggo was no danger to him, he knew that, or at least hoped that. He had to keep hammering that thought into his mind. It was so hard to accept being even somewhat close to the other, and it unsettled him how his body felt so…warm. Inviting.
As Hiccup studied the hunter his eyes softened. He looked so… peaceful, so serene. The bags underneath his eyes were smaller than he ever saw during their war; still not healthy but as if he actually slept once in a while. His hair was longer, and apparently naturally wavy. It framed his face, contrasting pleasingly with his pale skin. His beard was grown out now, longer in the front and sides, though the burn seemed to prevent much growth. The scar didn’t deter his looks, however.
Viggo looked… admittedly very handsome. He shivered even as he thought that, he would never acknowledge it, but at least he could think to himself that the man was attractive, annoyingly so. He never was bothered by that in the past, even when the other tried to catch him off his guard with smooth remarks and compliments.
Now… now it bothered him greatly, and he didn’t know why. Even if he was starting to somewhat care of the other… why would it bother him if he was pleasant to look at? Why didn’t he pull away from the others arms?
“Why? What is wrong with me?” Hiccup mumbled to himself. No one answered, only the pleasant hum of Viggo's breathing. He sighed, the smallest smile-delirious and frustrated, graced his lips at the sight. He ran his fingers gently down his face, feeling the ridges gently, the burns curving elegantly down his brow, his cheek. Hiccup couldn't fight the slight redness that graced his cheeks.
“Odin smite me.” He whispered.