Losing control (Hiccup x Reader)

Chaper 23

Hello! Sorry, it's been a while. Left my job for a new one. Was going good until.

Boom, I've caught covid😶 so I'm currently in isolation for another 6 days. Already feeling the insanity of boredom. But I've been double jabbed so luckily it's not struck me down as bad as it could have.
But I have lots of time to write some more. But I'm low on ideas. Suggest some in the comments below☺️

"No...no..." you were looking through Gothi's collection of books, she didn't question your sudden interest and let you get on with it "gah! Nothing!" You groan, closing the last book. Gothi peaks her head round the corner, gesturing to you she was popping out, you nod and sluggishly put the books back onto the shelves. Then a thought popped up in your head...Stoick. Maybe he had found something out about the Hidden world, you remember him being determined to find the dragons nest almost 6 years ago...and then he did, it was worth trying to find something...anything.

You weren't sure how to ask Valka if you could look through Stoick's personal notes, it seemed like an invasion of his privacy and memory. You could ask Hiccup but he didn't seem very interested when you brought it up so he was out of the picture. As you were wondering through the market you notice Fishlegs looking through his dragon card collection, beaming to himself, probably found something new to add. Maybe he could help you.
"Hey Fishlegs." You say, walking to him, he waves "hey there! How are you feeling?"
"Better, thanks. Say, you know a lot about dragons don't you?"
He darts his eyes down to his cards then back up at you "I'd like to think I'm quite knowledgable."
"Do you know anything about the hidden world?" You ask, crossing your arms against your chest, he pauses, a bit taken aback by your question, after a few seconds he clears his throat "tha-that's just a tale."
"Is it though?"
"Why the sudden interest?"
You shake your head "I'm just curious about it that's all. It sounds like a great place to explore." Fishlegs raises an eyebrow, you continue "just imagine all the species of dragons that could be living there, maybe ones we don't know about!"
"(Y/n) are you thinking of going to find it?" He questions, you scoff "can't a girl have an interest?" He gives you an unconvinced look, you sigh and walk away. well, he was no help.

A short while later Hiccup finds you in the stable clearing the last of the muck and putting fresh hay down, he walks over to you and taps you on the shoulder. You turn around and he smirks "what?" You ask him, he reaches out picking a few pieces of hay off from your hair "you making a nest?" He chuckles, you roll your eyes and finish with the hay then dust off your clothes "(y/n)."
"Hiccup."
"You're in a mood."
You turn to him again "am not." He crosses his arms, still smirking "come on, I know you and that cloud over your head is illuminating." He reaches his hand out above your head, moving his hand side to side
You scoff and smack his hand away "bumped into Fishlegs earlier." He starts, you gulp "he said you asked him about the hidden world."
"Like I said to him, I'm just curious." You reply, avoiding eye contact, Hiccup raises an eyebrow "oh really?"
"Yep."
"(Y/n)...."
"Hiccuuuppppp." You mimic, he shakes his head "if you really want to know about the hidden world, I can show you some notes my dad made." You look at him with wide eyes "but." He sticks his finger up "in return, all I'm asking is for you to be honest with me about why you want to know."

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"Fascinating." You whisper, reading Stoick's notes "he believed that the hidden world is a dragons home...like their sanctuary."
Hiccup sat on a chair opposite, leaning forward. elbows on his legs, chin resting in his hands, watching you.
"He had an interest in it too. he just wanted peace between dragons and Vikings. To keep us safe." He says quietly.
You gently place the notes down, noticing how Hiccup's eyes followed them, seemingly fixated on them.
He leans up. You stay knelt on the floor, unsure of what to say. Hiccup seemed off...blank almost, no expression on his face, he looks at you and his face softens to an almost sympathetic look. He wanted to say something, you could tell. You watch him press his lips together into a thin line, furrowing his eyebrows slightly then looking down at the floor for a few seconds before back to you like he was playing the repeating his head what he wanted to say.