[ The chin on his shoulder makes his stomach turn to nothing, the writhing, nervous snakes of moments ago evaporating with a contentment he hasn't experienced before. Not ever. ]
Your eyes are nicer. [ He keeps scrolling through old photos just so he can enjoy the closeness a little longer, daring to use his free hand to brush the hairs on the nape of Hiccup's neck. ] Did you struggle much, when you lost your foot?
[ There's none of his usual flippancy to the question, even when cool lips place a kiss on the height of a cheekbone. ]
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Your eyes are nicer. [ He keeps scrolling through old photos just so he can enjoy the closeness a little longer, daring to use his free hand to brush the hairs on the nape of Hiccup's neck. ] Did you struggle much, when you lost your foot?
[ There's none of his usual flippancy to the question, even when cool lips place a kiss on the height of a cheekbone. ]