Toothless chittered, a flash of that old, mischievous grin splitting his face. Get on, you idiot.
Ten years. Ten years since he’d last felt the warmth of a Night Fury’s scales. Ten years since he’d traced the outline of that singular, beautiful tail fin with his own hand. He’d told himself he was at peace. He had a family. A village. A legacy. But there was a Hiccup-shaped hole only one creature could fill.
Toothless pulled back just enough to look Hiccup in the eye. Then, with a slow, deliberate grace, he lowered his body to the stone. His wings spread wide. An invitation. toothless and hiccup reunion
His heart, that stubborn thing, slammed against his ribs. He didn’t turn. He couldn’t. Because every other time, it had been a trick of the northern lights, a seal’s cry, or his own mind playing cruel games.
Hiccup froze.
Hiccup’s arms came up on instinct. His fingers found the spots behind Toothless’s ear flaps, the ones that always made the dragon’s back leg thump. And thump it did. Once. Twice. A broken rhythm.
Hiccup laughed—a wet, ragged sound. “You’re serious?” Toothless chittered, a flash of that old, mischievous
Toothless was larger now, his scales streaked with the silver of age, his green eyes still holding the universe. Behind him, the distant silhouette of the Hidden World’s entrance shimmered like a dream. The Light Fury hovered at the edge of the trees, three small, round-headed hatchlings tumbling over her feet. She chirped softly— hurry .