It was only your second mission with Hiccup and the gang, riding dragons, soaring through clouds, chasing thrill.

But just as things seemed smooth. An ambush.

You and the team fought hard. In the end, you stood victorious with a captured dragon to possibly train.

You glanced over and spotted Hiccup… tangled in ropes. Struggling.

You smirked.

“Aww, look at you. So weak,” you teased, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Hm… weak, huh?” he replied coolly, a slow smirk curling on his lips.

But that didn’t stop you. You kept going. Playfully roasting his earlier moves, his dodging technique, that one stumble. Your mouth just wouldn’t quit.

“Ughhh. When will your mouth shut?” he grumbled, clearly annoyed but trying to play it off.

“Tsk. I’m just helping you grow. Like earlier when you completely—” You didn’t even finish the sentence.

He stepped forward, swift and smooth, grabbed your waist, and pulled you in...crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened, and your body froze for half a second. Your teammates reacting, awkwardly looking away, others too stunned to move. After all, it was the chief’s son kissing you in front of everyone.

Finally, he pulled back, breath a little heavier, smug grin on his lips.

“There,” he said, eyes glinting. “Now you’re quiet.”