[Hiccup despised the winter once. Before making friends with the dragons, gathering supplies to survive through the coldest parts of the season had often been drastic and dangerous, especially with the reptiles constantly at war with them, cutting supplies even shorter. It was a harsh lifestyle and short summers where the air was often times still too cold to take off warming furs that dreaming of sunny paradises was just that, solely a dream.
Since the pact of peace, things had gotten much easier even if it hadn't been complete improvement as stocking up was still a necessity, especially when they had more mouths to feed. But soon enough, just as it had seemed impossible to make peace with dragons, it had once been beyond a possibility for Hiccup to appreciate winter. Except until he came.
He could already feel the chills of a colder winter coming as the breeze shifts in through his window, prompting a wide smile to form on his face even before eyes are open. He stretches from behind thick furs, with content easily heard through his morning hums, the slipping temperatures ironically serving as a sign of good things to come.
He should be here soon. At least he hoped, but the unlikeliness was far low and he knew better than to believe that the winter spirit could possibly pass up on a visit.]
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Since the pact of peace, things had gotten much easier even if it hadn't been complete improvement as stocking up was still a necessity, especially when they had more mouths to feed. But soon enough, just as it had seemed impossible to make peace with dragons, it had once been beyond a possibility for Hiccup to appreciate winter. Except until he came.
He could already feel the chills of a colder winter coming as the breeze shifts in through his window, prompting a wide smile to form on his face even before eyes are open. He stretches from behind thick furs, with content easily heard through his morning hums, the slipping temperatures ironically serving as a sign of good things to come.
He should be here soon. At least he hoped, but the unlikeliness was far low and he knew better than to believe that the winter spirit could possibly pass up on a visit.]