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When everyone else on Berk was gathering in the Great Hall, or sparring in the training arena, you’d always find a reason p any reason - to slip away.
“Oops, I forgot my, um… dagger.” “Oh! I promised to help Gobber clean fishhooks...later!” “I need to....feed something to my dragon!”
Lame excuses, sure. But they worked. No one really questioned you.
Except Hiccup, and Hiccup always noticed.
You weren't avoiding him. Gods, if anything, it was the opposite. You liked him too much. The thought of being in a room with him, talking about important stuff, trying not to stare at the way his eyes lit up when he spoke, it was too much. And you had the worst habit of getting overwhelmed, especially when you’d rather be near the sea.
So you slipped away again that evening.
Oversized tunic flapping in the wind, sleeves hanging past your hands, pants rolled up just enough to not trip you on the sand—you made your way to your favorite hidden cove near Berk, your dragon (a Tidal-class creature you’d bonded with years ago) trailing behind like a playful shadow.
You didn’t need shoes. The cold didn’t matter. You ran into the surf until the waves hit your knees, laughing breathlessly as your dragon dove under the water, sending up a spray that soaked you through.
It was quiet here. Just wind, salt, and the ripple of sea dragons cresting the distant waves like moving stars.
Back in Berk, Hiccup stood awkwardly beside an untouched plate of fish stew, still holding two wooden bowls.
"Hey… has anyone seen Y/N?" he asked, trying not to sound disappointed.
Astrid gave him a look. “Probably at the shore again.”
“The shore?” he blinked. “Alone?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “They do that a lot. I think they’re just not really a crowd person.”
Hiccup hesitated. His chest gave that stupid little twist again. He knew you were quiet, sure. But lately… it had felt like you were avoiding him. Like you’d see him coming and suddenly have something else to do.
He tried not to take it personally, but, he was Hiccup Haddock. He overthought everything. Including you.
It took him about 15 minutes to saddle Toothless and convince the dragon to quietly coast low over the cliffs, scanning for signs of you.
He found them easily. Footprints in the sand, a flash of movement, the sound of laughter (your laughter) ringing over the water. He landed silently at the edge of the cove, heart skipping when he saw you twirling barefoot in the foam, soaked from head to toe, face glowing in the moonlight.
Your dragon barked happily (do dragons bark?), splashing around you like an excited pup. And you? You looked completely alive here.
He almost didn’t want to interrupt.
But then your dragon noticed him and gave a short chirrup. You turned fast, stumbling in the sand, eyes going wide.
He lifted both hands. “Sorry—didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You’re not in trouble,” he cut in, smiling nervously as he stepped closer. “I just… wanted to see you. I didn’t mean to spy.”
You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly cold. “Oh. Um… okay.”
There was a long silence, filled only by the waves.
“I thought you were avoiding me,” he said finally, voice quiet.
“I mean,” he went on quickly, “you keep leaving during group stuff, and whenever I try to talk to you, you kind of vanish. I just—I didn’t know if I’d done something wrong.”
Your heart dropped into your toes. “No! No, no, you didn’t—Hiccup, I swear, I just…”
You hesitated, then sat down in the wet sand, tugging your sleeves over your hands. Your dragon curled beside you, offering warmth.
“I just… don’t like being around a lot of people. They talk so loud. And I never know what to say. It’s not you. It’s everyone. But here, I feel like I can breathe out here.”
He sat beside you, quietly.
The wind tugged at his hair. Toothless padded down to the edge of the water, snorting curiously at your dragon.
“I guess I was jealous,” Hiccup admitted, eyes on the surf. “The ocean gets all your time. Your dragon gets all your laughter. And I kept wondering why I didn’t.”
You looked at him, stunned.
“Gods, Hiccup. I didn’t know.”
He smiled, a little sheepish. “I get it now. I think… this is just your way of feeling okay, huh? The sea. The silence. The dragons. It’s where you shine.”
You nodded, heart thudding.
“I’m just not good at being…” You gestured vaguely toward the world. “Out there. But here? I don’t have to try so hard.”
“I think you’re amazing just like this,” he said, and then blushed. “I mean—uh—not that you have to—uh—look, I’m bad at this too.”
He leaned back on his hands, letting the sea air wash over him. “Would it be okay if I joined you, sometimes? Out here?”
You blinked. “You… want to?”
“Yeah. I mean, only if you want me to. We could just… sit. Or watch the dragons. I won’t talk too much.”
You smiled, for real this time. “I’d like that.”
The moon rose higher, casting silver across the water. You stood and offered him a hand.
“Come on. The waves are perfect.”
“I didn’t bring extra clothes—” he started.
But you were already pulling him in.
He laughed, boots splashing, water soaking up his pants instantly. “Okay, okay, I’m coming!”
And in that quiet cove, where the ocean whispered secrets and the dragons danced, you realized maybe you didn’t have to run away from everything.
Maybe you’d just needed someone who’d follow.