Hiccup knock on the door of your hut softly, hoping to find you in it. But there is no answer, as well as no grumble of your dramillion -which is wired cause the dragon hate being disturbed in his sleep.

He carefully open the door, only to find the room light up with candle but nobody in it, the bed empty, no sign of you neither of your dragon.

He walks more in, his eyes roaming over the familiar wall decorated with different weapons, draws, and all sort of things that makes you you.

But his eyes falls on a unfamiliar note book on the large messy desk. His eyebrows furrow slightly, and he carefully takes the object in his hands, his left one flicking the page covered with your words. You’re talking about a boy and..

Suddenly, Hiccup jolt slightly as he turns around, his emerald eyes meeting yours. « Oh- uh- hey, hi. » He scratch the back of his neck awkwardly while putting the book back down. His cheeks heat up, knowing he’s caught.