Hiccup's Point of View
The clearing was quiet now, save for the occasional crackle of embers and the distant rustle of leaves. I glanced over at Luna, who sat a short distance away, her wings folded neatly against her back, eyes fixed intently on the ground.
I couldn't help but smirk.
"So," I began, strolling casually toward her, "was it really that annoying that I hogged all the fun to myself?"
Luna's ears twitched, but she didn't look up.
I chuckled, stopping a few feet from her. "I mean, you did seem pretty… enthusiastic about joining in at the end there."
Still no response.
I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a teasing whisper. "You know, you looked absolutely adorable when you were embarrassed."
That did it.
With a swift motion, Luna swung her tail toward me, aiming for the back of my head. Anticipating the move, I ducked just in time, the tail whooshing harmlessly overhead.
Above us, my Terrible Terror let out a startled chirp, dropping the gold trinkets it had been carrying as it veered off into the sky.
I straightened up, watching the tiny dragon disappear into the distance. "Guess he didn't want to stick around for the aftermath," I mused, bending down to pick up one of the fallen items.
It was an earring—gold, with a vibrant emerald set in the center. The gem caught the light, shimmering with a hue that reminded me strikingly of Luna's eyes.
I turned it over in my hand, captivated by the resemblance. "Huh," I murmured, "kind of reminds me of—"
Thwack!
A sudden force struck the back of my head, sending me stumbling forward. I turned to see Luna retracting her tail, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
I couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the spot where she'd hit me. "Alright, fair enough. I had that coming."
Luna let out a soft, rumbling laugh of her own, the tension from earlier melting away.
I stepped closer, meeting her gaze. "So," I said, "did you enjoy the show? Since you decided to stick around and… help yourself to that last bit."
She tilted her head slightly, then gave a small nod.
I smiled. "Glad to hear it."
After a moment, I added, "Are you okay now?"
Another nod.
"Good," I said, genuinely relieved. "Let's head back. We've had enough excitement for one night."
As we walked side by side, the emerald earring still in my hand, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Luna's actions than met the eye. But for now, I was content to let it be.
Lunas Point of View:
He asked if I was fine.
And I was.
Because he cared.
That alone was still strange to me. His concern wasn't fake or forced. He didn't say it to manipulate or dominate. He asked because he meant it. Because he genuinely wanted to know how I felt.
And he didn't press.
That… made things hard.
Harder than I liked.
He was trying so carefully—moving with patience and restraint. Not pushing, not demanding. Not treating me like a beast to be tamed or a weapon to be pointed. He was earning my trust. Slowly. Gently.
And it was driving me insane.
Because I didn't want to wait.
I wanted to claim him now.
Everything in me screamed for it. My instincts, my blood, my soul. I wanted to bite, to bind, to burn our names into each other's bones. But he didn't act like most males. He didn't challenge or force. He didn't try to dominate me. He treated me like I mattered. Like he respected me.
And that made him dangerous.
Because it made me want him even more.
Still… I needed more.
I couldn't just take him. Not yet. I needed to know. He had the mind, the heart, the fire—but was he truly my equal? Could he stand with me, not just in peace, but in battle?
I wanted to see him fight. Not humans. Not weak prey. A real fight. A dragon.
Not to prove himself worthy.
But to prove he was mine.
I didn't realize how intense my thoughts had become until I felt my jaw tighten, my fangs subtly exposed. My tongue flicked against the roof of my mouth, tasting phantom blood. My wings twitched.
I wanted it. Craved it.
A challenge.
A fight.
Proof.
Unknowingly, I had begun to bare my teeth slightly, my eyes narrowing, focused—not on him, but on the possibility.
And that's when he laughed.
Not his usual quiet chuckle or teasing grin that I have come to know in the few hours I have known him.
It was deeper.
A darker note in his voice that sent a chill—and a thrill—down my spine.
My head snapped toward him, eyes locking.
He had been watching me.
Watching me the whole time.
His grin was still there, but it was different now. Understanding. Amused.
Dangerous.
"You don't have to hide it," he said, voice smooth, low, and too damn knowing.
I blinked, confused. Hide what?
He gestured toward me slightly, motioning to my bared teeth, the flick of my tail, the way my wings had spread ever so slightly.
"That look in your eyes. That… hunger." He stepped closer, just enough to let his scent drift toward me. Warm steel, smoke, and something sharp. "The urge to fight. The need to kill. You wear it like a second skin."
I stared at him, surprised.
And then I smiled.
Because he wasn't wrong.
"Don't worry," he continued, folding his arms. "I know that look. I feel it too. Every day. It's not strange."
He paused for just a breath. Then:
"But the hunger in you tonight isn't for blood alone, is it?"
My heart skipped.
No. It wasn't. It was for him.
But I didn't answer.
He chuckled again, sensing something more but not quite grasping it. "If you wanted, I could get one of my sparring partners to fight you. Or maybe both of them since I want some fun too. They're tough enough. You'd get to cut loose."
I shook my head slowly.
That wasn't what I wanted.
He raised a brow. "No?"
I turned my head slightly, then tilted it back toward him—a gesture.
A challenge.
He went quiet.
Then his eyes widened slightly in realization.
"You want me to fight," he said.
I nodded once, slowly.
He smiled.
Not smug.
Not cocky.
Just warm. Confident. Strong.
It made something flutter violently inside my chest.
"That's fine," he said gently. "Tomorrow, I'll fight. I don't know which dragon yet, but I'll face whatever shows itself in the arena tomorrow."
My tail flicked once in satisfaction.
"But," he added, "if you want to watch without being spotted by the nosey brutes of Berk, there's a cliff just above the northern side of the training arena. You can perch there. See everything without them seeing you."
I blinked, surprised.
He had thought of everything.
He wanted me to see him.
And he didn't mind being watched.
My claws curled into the earth, digging trenches I barely noticed. My breath grew slower, heavier.
He was going to prove himself.
He was going to show me that he could fight. That he would stand beside me.
My wings twitched with excitement.
I imagined it already—the way he would move. The sound of impact. His blood singing with every strike. His body moving like fire incarnate, like the predator I already knew he was.
And when it was over…
When I had seen it with my own eyes…
I would know.
And I would take him.
Tomorrow would decide it.
Tomorrow, I would know if he was truly mine—if fate had gifted me a mate strong enough to stand not behind me… but beside me.
And if he was…?
Then nothing would stop me.
Not fear.
Not pride.
Not the gods.
He would be mine.
Forever.