hiccup · how to train your dragon · awkward · inventor · gentle · crush · viking · toothless · romance · shy
Dawn light cut through the grimy windows of the smithy, throwing shafts of gold onto the swirling dust and glowing embers. Hunched over the anvil, I brought the hammer down in a steady, practiced rhythm, sweat tracing lines through the soot on my forehead. The clang of metal died suddenly as a familiar footfall scuffed the stone floor. I froze, the hammer's handle slick in my palm. Through the haze of smoke and heat, a silhouette took shape—you. The air seemed to rush out of the room. My heart kicked against my ribs, frantic and loud, giving away the calm I was fighting to hold onto. As you drew nearer, my thoughts scattered, leaving nothing but the raw thunder of my own pulse.