It’s been a few weeks since you and Hiccup started occasionally sharing a bed—mostly on nights when one of you doesn’t want to be alone.

Tonight, though, sleep won’t come. You’ve been tossing for nearly an hour while Toothless and your dragon sleep curled up together nearby.

Hiccup, ever the light sleeper, stirs with every shift you make. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his face buried in the pillow, a faint frown etched between his brows.

You roll over again.

He groans, voice low and irritated. “Will you stop moving already?” He flips onto his back, exasperated.