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The first, red part, is supposed to be an optional intro, kinda. It sets the mood a bit, just in case you have, in fact, NOT seen the movies. Which you should have, btw >:U

Life had really kicked into gear for Hiccup. For everyone, really. It was to be expected, though. The soon-to-be 15 year old Viking had effectively championed a peace-treaty between dragon-, and Viking-kind, which basically meant he had singlehandedly changed life as they knew it; and all while learning to walk and go about his now quite exciting everyday life with his new, make-shift prosthetic leg. It hadn't been easy. If anything, it had been damn near impossible, and had it not been for Toothless' dedicated and tireless support, he probably wouldn't have made it through the ordeal even half as well conditioned. The mental exhaustion was tremendous, not to mention the physical strain of dealing with the constant ache in his leg. "Modern medicine" wasn't exactly modern at this day and age, and aside from occasionally being allowed a premature encounter with his father's considerable stock of strong alcohols - much to the amusement of his fellow Vikings - there wasn't much to alleviate the pain. Most of the time, though, it didn't bother him. He was occupied day and night in a seemingly endless process of helping people better understand their newfound lizard friends, constantly learning new things about this species or that, or simply being exhausted and catching some shut eye.

In spite of it all, though, Hiccup never let his focus on Toothless falter. He never let his resolve flicker. The two grew closer with every passing day, and both Hiccup and Toothless (in his own primal way) considered the other their very closest friend. The boy worked endlessly on bettering the wing designs for Toothless' tail-gear, and only occasionally snuck in some work on improving his own leg. He essentially developed the two pieces of 'tech' to work in sync and even though one would think him too busy for it, he somehow managed to put in the time and effort to create spectacular, matching designs. Said designs obviously revolved around dragons - one dragon in particular. People never questioned it, though, and why should they? The two were a team. When Hiccup worked the forge, Toothless kept it warm. The dragon's fire, unbeknownst to Hiccup, even tampered the metal in ways which left it far more durable than he could've ever hoped to achieve on his own. And while Toothless acted like the boy's living, omnipresent crutch, he, in turn, spent countless hours helping his reptilian friend adapt to the constantly developing tail-gear. Yes, the two truly worked together marvellously.

Looking back at the life he once had, Hiccup knew he would gladly lose his leg all over if it meant having a shot at living the way he did now. His days were filled with adventures, friendship and excitement. There were practically no wars or fighting. No winged terrors harassing their livestock, and no need to continuously rebuild their homes - although occasionally, repairs were necessary, what with the dragons still struggling to learn that human structures were, in fact, not_fireproof. Things were pretty great, and trying to imagine a life without his trusty dragon by his side outright hurt Hiccup. And while he didn't think much of it at the time, he _knew there was just a little bit more to it than simply a healthy, strong friendship...

***

Hiccup bolted upright in his bed! The piercing sound of a dragon's cry in the distance had jolted him from his not-so-deep sleep, and not unlike many other mornings, he awoke with a pounding heart. Being used to this uncanny wake up call, he quickly overcame the adrenaline rush, and with a broad yawn and a comfortable stretch of his arms and back he gave one of those goofy 'I'm still waking up' grins and scratched his butt, as boys his age often did. With the grin still plastered on his freckled face, Hiccup slowly felt the blanket of tiredness leave his body.

Toothless, whom, not surprisingly, slept very close to the boy, in his own little alcove, glimpsed with his excessively big eyes and gave a toothless yawn. The young Viking was reminded, as he often was, of how fitting the dragon's nickname really was.

Together the two worked their way through their usual morning routine, which mainly consisted of Hiccup attaching his prosthetic leg tiredly and making a half-assed attempt at being at least relatively presentable, while Toothless sat in his peculiar way which so accurately resembled that of a big, oversized dog, and simply watched. The two quickly chowed down some grub and got on their merry way. They had a busy day ahead of them.

A couple of months had passed since he first woke up after his accident, and Hiccup was already an adept at moving without restraint using his now heavily modified, prosthetic leg. Walking, running or even clumsy acrobatics were no challenge for the skimpy Viking, and while he did still occasionally stumble and fall, this was mostly accredited to his natural "grace". Hiccup was planning to do some acrobatic flying today. Work on Toothless' turns, get really in touch with the latest tail-gear upgrades and then spend some quality time with his favourite 'person' afterwards.

"Aaaaalright, buddy. You probably didn't know this, but today is my birthday." He said, in his typically whimsical, yet matter-of-factly tone of voice, while gesturing explanatively with his hands, as he so often did. It was one of those slightly awkward quirks of which he had so, so many.

The dragon cocked his head in that seemingly curious way, as if understanding the other perfectly. Hiccup continued, as though this was in fact a dialogue. "And as a little present to myself, I 'borrowed' one of dad's bottles of booze. So after we finish training today, you and I are gonna go find somewhere quiet and just, chill. Sound good?" The two looked at each other, and the young Viking's mischievous grin was mirrored in the dragon's own, toothless one. While the lizard probably didn't fathom what was being said, the cheery tone, coy grin and general body language conveyed that it was good news, so it was easy for the sleek, black dragon to genuinely flash one of his typical grins without really knowing the details. ...The considerable provisions Hiccup had packed in his excessively oversized backpack - mainly fish - probably helped, too, and together the two marched out of town before getting airborne and elegantly flying off into the open, still slightly 'the sun is still waking up', orangey sky.

***

Much later that day, the two flopped down on a luscious, grassy cliff on a small island not too far from Berk. Not too far for them, anyway. By boat it was easily most of a day's travel, and the cliff itself didn't look as though it was even accessible by foot. The area was quite beautiful, and Hiccup had taken note of it on one of their many scouting and mapping sessions during the last couple of weeks. This was the first time they touched down there, though, and he could already tell it would be the first of many.

The way the gentle breeze played through the tall, unkempt grass and the way the sun hit this isolated cliff top even this late in the evening, giving the grass and many of the wild flowers an almost luminescent shine, coupled with the distant rolling of waves crushing down on the age-old boulder-beach far, far beneath them.. it was idyllic to say the least, and the boy let himself simply fall back into the tall, welcoming and quite warm grass with a loud sigh of relief.

"Aaaaah... this is the life, eh, Toothless? It's one thing to soar through the clouds like we do, but this... Finding little these little slices of paradise? Discovering them and knowing we're probably the first people here? Isn't it awesome?" He turned to look at his dragon, whom funnily enough had stood up on his hind legs and fallen back into the grass just like his human companion had. Hiccup had to laugh. He could never really get over the way the dragon mimicked him, sometimes. It was hilarious! The dragon turned his head too, and lolled his tongue out from the side of his broad mouth to show that he was wholeheartedly agreeing with the boy. A chuckle rang through the air, followed by yet another deep, relaxed sigh... Which was swiftly followed by two loudly grumbling stomachs.

"Oh geez, I'm hungry, which means you're probably starving. Are ya ready to eat?" he asked, fully knowing that the answer to that particular question was _always_yes. The dragon's ears perked. Many things could be said about a dragon's intellect, but whatever their lacks and faults, they sure did understand just about anything involving food. Opening the backpack he had previously thrown aside, the human watched as twenty or so rather fat fish slipped and slid into a rather smelly pile in the grass. "Remind me not to lay there if we come back..." he muttered, mostly to himself and with an exaggerated look of malcontent, as the dragon basically dove into the small pile of 'food'. Pulling out his own meal, consisting of fish which was actually cooked, and bread, from one of the backpack's many smaller pockets, Hiccup soon joined his buddy in eating in a less-than-dignified manner. The two of them were basically swallowing mouthfuls of food without bothering to chew it properly, if, at all.

The minutes passed in silence, and only the sounds of chewing or.. well, gulping down food could be heard over the almost silent breeze and those rolling waves. A third loud, relaxed sigh was heard as the boy yet again threw back into the grass, and it was clear that he intended to stay there a while, now, well fed and relaxed as he was. Toothless was too full to copy his human this time. He simply flopped down on his stomach and sprawled out lazily with one of his characteristic dragon-groans. Their satisfaction wasn't exactly subtle.

Some twenty minutes later, Hiccup sat up with a moan. One of those 'Oh god I don't want to move' moans. Shuffling about, he reached into the reeking backpack and pulled out enough driftwood to make a small bonfire. He had been well prepared, it seemed. Setting it up on a patch of rocky cliff he plainly muttered "Do your thing...", whereupon the dragon lifted his head, saw the driftwood and nonchalantly spat a small, fiery projectile at it. It immediately burst into blue, almost magic looking flames and within a minute it was crackling heartily; the human and the dragon both basking in the heat that radiated from it. Toothless took it upon himself to creep closer to his human and nudged the guy's shoulder with his face. Clearly, he was ready for some affection.

Pulling out the bottle of booze, Hiccup quickly uncorked it with a characteristic 'pop', and raised the bottle with a goofy, yet oddly strained grin. "Well, buddy. Here's to us!" he stated, almost nervously, and while still grinning awkwardly he took a deep swig. While he was only 15, he was a Viking. Albeit a meek, scrawny one. But if nothing else, his people had a very relaxed attitude towards alcohol. It of kind a came with the trade. And it was lucky for him, it did. What he was about to say... to do... He felt like he needed to muster up some courage, and getting a little tipsy would help him do just that.

***

Reaching out, Hiccup ran his hand down his dragon's cheek. He effortlessly found that one spot - under the chin and slightly to either side - which left just about any dragon completely immobilised with pleasure. And surely enough, Toothless gave a visible shudder and cooed out as his body went completely limp in response to the faint touch. Reaching for the bottle, he took another considerable swig and gave an approving "Aaaah..." before setting it aside yet again.

Continuing to scratch and caress the area, Hiccup mumbled, to himself, almost. "Ya know.. I've never really felt as close to anyone as I do to you, Toothless. You are, by far, my best friend. I-I'd go as far as to say I love you. ..Y-Ya know, as a friend!" swearing internally, Hiccup cursed his inability to say the right though without feeling like he'd messed up. Toothless, on the other hand, was too caught up in the mellow waves of pleasure coursing through him to really pick up on the boy's nervous little speech. The dragon just laid there, tongue lolling, legs kicking every now and then, and with idle pants filling the air, while paying little, if any attention to his friend, whose continued speech went completely unnoticed.

It took Toothless a while to catch on, and only when Hiccup's hand started slowly sliding from the neck and down along the dragon's smooth scales towards his stomach did he start to notice something was out of the ordinary. He lifted his head and watched his human's hand slowly slide up and down around his stomach. And while Toothless was not at all opposed to belly rubs, he had noticed something was definitely different today. Something about the subtle nuances in Hiccup's tone of voice, and the way his hands moved almost hesitantly. He looked up, eyes meeting the human's own, and noticed a slight reddening of the boy's cheeks.

"How unusual..." the dragon thought to himself. Roughly simultaneously, the dragon was flabbergasted and had a real jaw-drop moment. The human had slid his hand all the way down between his hind legs, and was faintly running it over his privates, resulting in the dragon instinctively contracting on the ground and pulling away! His teeth flashed before he even really had a chance to process what had just happened.

Toothless' heart was racing as several things went through his mind all at once. The human had reached down to touch his crotch! That had never happened before. And while he didn't really mind it, per se, it had certainly caught him off guard. He canted his head, sheathing his teeth again as he gauged his friend's expression and tried to read his body language. It could be so very informative, at times, and right now, Toothless was reading equal parts excitement and anxiousness in his human.

"Is he..is he trying to, um?" he thought. Toothless almost couldn't believe it, but it was becoming painfully clear that Hiccup was, in fact, coming onto him. He'd seen enough humans engage in their race's awkward courting rituals to recognise it when he saw it. He just hadn't imagined that it would ever happen to him!

Pondering it for a while, the dragon took on an expression of 'deep thought'. At least that's how Hiccup imagined it where he sat, completely still and watching his dragon apparently ponder what had just happened.

"I umm.. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that. It's just.. I've never felt as close to anyone as I do to you! You're my only real friend and I just.. I wanted to be affectionate, I guess." Hiccup paused, gave a resigned sigh, hung his head and started over-explaining the situation as he so often did when he was stressed out, all while gesturing excessively with his scrawny hands. "Ugh, you know how it is! People have always ignored me or picked on me, and it's not like I'm trying to force you into anything or.. I-I mean.. You know, this is your fault too! I think we spend way too much time toge---" Hiccup's rant was abruptly interrupted by a very slow, very wet lick to the face.

Toothless had leaned in to slowly run his tongue across his human, and had effectively shut him up. It appeared as though he was finished mulling it over, and he was undeniably moving a little closer. Nudging his human's face with his own, the dragon sat there in his very dog-like way and just blankly watched the boy's stupidly surprised expression, before flopping down on his back again. "A-Are you.. are you saying yes here, or am I reading into thin--" again, a lick to the face shut the boy up.

"O-Okay then.." He swallowed hard and scooted up close to Toothless, getting all comfy and laying his head against the dragon's general shoulder area. Not before taking another heavy swig of that bottle, though. He could feel it, now. The light-headedness and the warmth spreading across his cheeks.. Yup, bringing alcohol had been a stroke of genius on his part.

'Is this actually happening?' He silently thought to himself, while wordlessly giving the dragon a long, almost worried look. But the way the scaly just casually beamed back at him alleviated some of his worries. Letting his eyes come to rest on the area between the dragon's hind legs once more, his hand slowly crept further down. This time, the dragon made no apparent attempt at jumping away. If anything, the excessively loud and warm huff to the human's neck, which made the boy shudder in delight, almost seemed like an act of encouragement.

When Hiccup slowly ran his slender, almost girlish fingers over the slightly bulging slit which so obviously hid the dragon's cock, he swallowed hard again. Toothless was shivering, and a slight kick of the right leg indicated that he was, in nothing else, enjoying the intimate caressing. Composing himself, the human got a hint bolder and he leaned more heavily on his dragon friend while pouring some more weight into his touching. Slowly running his index- and middle finger along either of the 'lips', he pressed down gently. He was feeling for a pulse, or a throb, or anything indicating that something was in fact happening in there, and he was not disappointed.

Hiccup could feel the dragon's hidden genitalia convulse heavily. Could feel his companion's heartbeat through this most private of touches. He looked back up, only to see Toothless' half-lidded eyes and that almost serpent-like, slightly split tongue-tip hanging out to the side. The dragon's audible panting was the final confirmation the young Viking needed, and he decided to shrug off any lingering restraints. No more holding back. He'd wanted to do this for a long time, now, and there was no one around to stop him from finally acting on it.

His slight caressing gradually segued into rubbing, and even massaging, and within a minute the boy was kneading the slit and surrounding flesh eagerly. His blush was now a combined effort of both the alcohol and his own tabooed arousal. The aforementioned blush increased tenfold when he saw a pink, fleshy and moist-looking little tip starting to emerge from the dragon's protective pouch. There was no longer any denying the fact that the reptile was enjoying himself, and Hiccup found it motivating, and very, very arousing. At this point, his own erection was straining his leather pants, but he paid it no mind at all. His focus was entirely on the dragon's cock which was growing in length and girth by the second.

***

Toothless had been somewhat hesitant, himself. But any and all hesitation had been utterly wiped from his somewhat primal mind at this stage. Lying down on his back and trying to coax his human into getting back to what he had been doing had paid off, and he was currently fighting the urge to wag his broad, muscular tail as the pleasure in his groin slowly built to an almost desperate level. His loud, huffing pants had been a general indication of his state of mind; glazed over with many layers of desire and lust, as it was. But the panting had gradually grown in volume and had become grunting and groaning, now. The 'I'm really enjoying this, please don't stop' kind.

Feeling the small human hands double their efforts as he did - Hiccup was using both hands now - the dragon quickly learned that making more noise was an effective way to encourage his companion. As the minutes ticked by, more and more of his slick and shiny shaft was exposed, and before too long he was out in the open, for the world.., or at least for his human to see.

The dragon was big, by human standards. Very big, in fact, standing a good nine inches at full mast and with a rather bulbous formation at the base of his tapered shaft; considerably thicker there than it was at the slender tip. It had a fleshy sheen to it, and was clearly coated in some sort of natural lubricant. Apparently, Night Furies, and probably other species too, were ready from the get-go. The dragon's ears perked as the human's constant, shallow breathing was interrupted by a faint "Wow...", and it was immediately followed by an excited dragon's outburst when Hiccup reached for, and carefully started caressing that bare, slick cock.

***

Hiccup had no words. He had in front of him, his best friend and companion, on his back and with his hind legs clearly spread to expose himself, with a raging erection, and he had just reached out to touch it! His heart was pounding, his hands trembling and his mind racing as he slowly caressed the slick appendage with his right hand. Just, carefully exploring his dragon's privates with barely concealed excitement. It took him all of thirty seconds to segue into slowly beating the dragon off, and while the youngster wasn't exactly an experienced player, he at least knew how to masturbate. Employing the same basic principles as when he rubbed one out himself, he slowly stroked the throbbing shaft and paid keen attention to how the reptile reacted to applied pressure, exploring fingers and gentle caressing near the tip or base. It all seemed to drive the dragon to new highs, as the thing had now closed his big eyes and laid his head flat against the ground, which really brought attention to his heaving chest. He was clearly lost in the heat of the moment.

Thinking to himself that he would regret it if he didn't, the young Viking leaned in close and inhaled deeply. The gentle breeze had done its part in dispersing the smell, but up close like this it was profound and intense. It smelled of... He couldn't quite place it in his mind. The smell was unlike anything he had come across before; heavy, tangy and alluringly sweet. He immediately grew to enjoy it.

Biting his lower lip, he drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm himself. This inadvertently sent chills down the dragon's spine. The way that warm breath cooled the slick coating on his cock made the poor creature writhe in pleasure. His writhing was quickly accompanied by a thumping tail when the human boldly ran his tongue up the side of the fat, pulsing shaft. The taste.. The taste, coupled with the heavy scent... It was almost intoxicating. Hiccup swooned a bit and let out a soft moan. "Mmmph..." He'd never been turned on like this before. Puberty had hit him hard, and the constant need to rub one out was powerful in and of itself. But to feel outright desire for someone, or well, some_thing_else like this.. It was intense. He had never before felt its equal.

Several licks later, Hiccup had worked his way to the tapered tip of Toothless' erection, and he only hesitated for a split second before he encased it in his warm, welcoming mouth.

The dragon was actually bucking his hips now. Or at least he was gyrating them and eagerly trying to get more of his slick appendage into Hiccup's mouth. The boy was far too flustered to fight it, and simply let his companion continue; the dragon's erect cock sliding anywhere between the tip and three inches past those puckered lips. Hiccup was actively swallowing, and to his delight, whenever he worked some of the tangy, slick fluid off the throbbing shaft, more seeped out to take its place. Hiccup found himself unable to stop swallowing the stuff, and he continued it for a minute or two before having to pull back to draw in a few deep and flustered mouthfuls of air.

"M-mmnph.. Gosh, Toothless. You umm.. Y-you taste incredible. I never imagined.." he trailed off, licking his lips, still beating the reptile's meat steadily and employing both hands to do it, now. The boy could tell he was close. Their differences aside, a rapidly building climax was pretty much universal. The hapless bucking.. The way the body convulsed and various muscles contracted and flexed.. The rapid and uncontrollable increase in respiration, coupled with clenched eyes and the curling of toes. Or, in the Night Fury's case, baring of claws. Hiccup's eyes shifted rapidly from the dragon's face, to his crotch, back to his face, then his exposed claws, and back again. "T-That's it, buddy. Just let it all out.." he cooed, so hot headed he could actually hear his own heart pound in his ears, and while the dragon was too lost in pleasure to actually make anything of the human's words, that certainly didn't stop him from obliging to his request.

The first, thick and hot rope of ejaculate shot clear over the dragon's huffing mouth. The second splattered against his neck and torso, and the third and fourth followed with similarly decreasing pressure until a pulsing dribble was all that remained. All the while the human's eyes were glued to the hot, throbbing cock. He was absolutely obsessed with the way the bulbous knot of flesh at the base of the shaft had grown in circumference and was visibly pulsing, and the way he could actually see the appendage flex and relax as it pumped out its content. The gooey stuff got all over his hands, but he never stopped his now rather slow, relaxed strokes. Kept milking the dragon for all he was worth and egged him on towards a satisfying, full release.

The dragon's almost roaring grunts had died down to soft, shallow pants and huffs, and the human finally removed his hands and just sat back, watching in awe at the mess his friend had made. Without even thinking it over he stuck his index- and middle finger into his mouth and started suckling the sticky substance off. Upon realising what he was doing, Hiccup cheeks displayed an impressive shade of crimson and he exclaimed his embarrassment with an almost whimpery groan. He still continued suckling, though, and didn't stop until his hand was clean of the musky jizz. It had a fouler taste than the clear pre, but he still found it satisfying to both smell and swallow the stuff. This realisation made his blush all the more potent and he had to close his eyes and draw several, calming breaths.

Even now, as he sat there, breathing heavily, and as the zesty, yet slightly foul taste died down, his hand remained sticky. Hiccup flopped down next to the messy dragon and the two laid there, quietly panting for a couple of minutes before the reptile finally lifted his head and painstakingly slowly started cleaning himself off. It was enough to rekindle Hiccup's deflating erection, and he quickly undid his leather pants and started masturbating feverishly while watching the lewd scene run its course. A series of groaning grunts signalled his own climax, whereupon he flopped back on his back a second time. Hiccup was so utterly spent that he couldn't even muster getting back up when Hiccup just as slowly started cleaning him off, too. He just, laid there, huffing and writhing as the warm, and increasingly sticky tongue slowly dragged across his crotch and stomach. The two curled up together and laid there, wordlessly, until the bonfire was but a glowing pile of charcoal and ash.

***

Later that night, after the two had finally mustered up the energy to move again, and had stomped out what little remained of the dying bonfire, they were airborne and on their way back to Berk. They flew in silence, and no words were exchanged until they were back home and in their respective beds. The two were still quiet until Hiccup suddenly burst out. "So THAT happened!" with a look of complete disbelief and with his arms raised as though shrugging. Toothless turned his head towards Hiccup and one could've sworn his grunt almost sounded like an 'I knooooow!'. Continuing, the human ran a hand through his hair. "But um... I liked it. Not gonna lie, buddy, that was pretty great." Pausing, he reached out to pat his bed. "I think.. I mean, you might as well sleep here, ya know..?" he said, possibly while biting his lower lip a little.

The dragon once again understood exactly what the other wanted, and within seconds he'd laid his slightly heavy head on the human's not-so-Viking-like chest. With one hand idly scratching that secret spot, the dragon eventually drifted off to sleep, and the human soon followed suit.

His dreams were a vivid and chaotic mess that night, but whatever he was dreaming of, it gave him an erection. The following morning, after having had breakfast with Toothless and happily concluding that nothing between the two had changed so far as friendship went, Hiccup whimsically wrote in his private notes on dragons, under the sub-category 'Night Fury'.

Interestingly, dragons, like humans, seem to enjoy recreational intercourse. ...Or so I've heard.