[They didn't have their own home, and Hiccup wasn't going back to the den, not when he remembers it full of cheer and lust, the musty smell of sex permeating the cave. North didn't mind their staying here, but something would have to be done about it sooner or later. Hiccup drops his hand and then his body when his touch is ignored, tugging at the corners of the picnic blanket and setting out some of the food. The fire is already going, but he gets up to wander over, placing some more kindle wood into it.]
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