That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

105: Triple Cross

Hi, not dead. Sorry for the hiatus and thank you for your support. University sucks. Btw I accidentally called Johann the Tater Traitor, instead of Trader Traitor, heh, potato traitor. Enjoy~

Hiccup and I sat, arms around each other on a picnic blanket in the grass. Spike and Toothless were play-fighting in the grass. Hrungnir was also attempting to play, he had his jaws clamped on the end of Spike's tail. Getting lifted up and down and up and down. He seemed pretty content with it.

"Finally, some alone time." Hiccup hummed and we smiled at each other.

"No distractions, no interr-" I was interrupted as we narrowly avoided getting killed by a crash landing Zippleback.

"Incoming!" Tuff yelled, a little too late.

"Oh, for Thor's sake, what are you guys-" Hiccup's anger was this time interrupted by Ruff checking the skid of dirt they made in the ground.

"Nope, not long enough."

"What about width?" Tuff asked.

"Sorry, bro. Width and length, both too small." She shook her head.

"Oh, come on! What do we have to do to be the greatest around here?" Tuff yelled and frustratedly threw his hands in the air.

"All right, all right, will somebody please fill me in?" Hiccup scowled as we got up.

Alone time for us was rare at the moment. He was planning and inventing, I was up to my eyeballs in dragon training. Getting Singetails to cooperate was no joke. Fortunately, I had a Screaming Death, should anyone decide to be difficult. Unfortunately, I may have accidentally destroyed the arena....twice...

"Well, you see, every dragon but ours has a talent- something special that makes them famous." Tuff explained.

"Hookfang's the hottest," Ruff chimed in. "Meatlug makes Gronckle Iron, and Stormfly's the fastest, but only when she eats chicken."

"Which still counts, even if it's only a technicality. And Toothless." Tuff said and grabbed one of the Night Fury's feet. "Ha. Come on. He's the cutest, obviously. Like a little puppy. Right, T? You feel me?" He fist-bumped Toothless.

"And don't even get us started on Spike." Ruff shook her head. "Deadly-est, biggest, pointy-est, diggy-est."

"Then there's that whole shape-shifting thing." Tuff agreed. "What about Barf and Belch? What makes them special? You know, famous?"

"They're the gassiest?" I suggested.

"They have two heads?" Hiccup offered and I gave him a 'really' look along with the twins.

"Oh, come on! You're better than that." Tuff scoffed.

"They have....two heads?" Hiccup repeated.

"Apparently not." I replied. "Besides, Snaptrapper's have four heads."

"So, my oh-so-challenged friend, we're gonna set a record." Ruff told my idiot boyfriend.

"A record exclusively for the Zippleback." Tuff added.

"Like longest skidmark."

"You realize, Spike is like one hundred feet long. Him even accidentally landing too hard would take your record." I told them.

'Your negativity will not deter us, (Y/n). Most consecutive barrel rolls in one flight. Go!" Tuff yelled, the two getting on Barf & Belch.

"They realize, Spike literally spins to move? Right?" I asked Hiccup.