And... WE ARE BACK!

Who's pumped?! I AM. :D

Whoop! Alright! So, here we are! It's finally time for, 'In the Eye of a Pirate'! You've read the quotes, now it's time to see what those all add up too. This is gunna be epic...

Okay so, just a little more info here... First of all, no, this is not going to be a rated M fic. Not that I have anything particularly against those, it's just that this is not the story for it. Vikings doing intimate things is like, a really big deal. Nothing is supposed to happen before marriage. Obviously, Hiccup and Ari are not married... yet... Plus, this is just not the story for that kind of rated M. If you want to write your own little one-shot, then whatever. (Ask me first, of course). But it will not be in here. But don't you fret. There will be plenty of kiss scenes and some heated moments... :D

There will be some parts of this on the line, however, but for a completely different reason. Things get pretty bloody later... Violent... Not meant for children's eyes... But it doesn't get TOO bad. Therefore, rated T. :)

Also, there is going to be a lot of the books in here. It won't be exactly like any of them, just pieces plots that I liked that I'm twisting in my own way. It's going to be great, don't you worry. :)

Alright! Time to get this show on the road! Let's have Ari open for us, shall we? :)

Enjoy!

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The crisp, cold air blew softly through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting his other senses take over as the chill slowly turned the tips of his ears red. He could hear the ocean crashing against the bottom of the cliff he stood on. He could smell the salt coming off the waves. The snow flakes that had started to fall tickled his face and clung to his eyelashes.

Ari exhaled, blowing a cloud of his breath out in front of him. He opened his eyes. It was an incredible winter morning. The snow reached just above his ankles. The world was still, calm. It wouldn't be like that for long, though. A storm was coming. He could feel it. Winter had yet to fully set in. They had a couple of weeks, just enough time to put in one last hunting trip.

He sighed. There was nothing to hunt around there. A downfall to his early rising tendencies; everything was still asleep for a while after he rose. Everything, save one.

He grasped the whistle hung loosely around his neck and brought it up to his lips. The noise it made sounded quiet to his ears, high pitch. But to a dragon's ears, it was easily heard and recognized. Faintly, he could hear a 'skwak' in response to his call, then the familiar sound of beating wings.

He gripped tighter on the leather handle of his Battle Axe, then braced himself for the move. No matter how many times they had practiced it over the past six months, it still made his stomach turn and heart race in a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was getting closer. He took a deep breath, then broke in a full on sprint. He ran, straight towards the cliff. When he reached the end, he planted both feet on the edge, then pushed off with all his might.

For a few incredible moments, he was floating in the air. He closed his eyes again as he started to fall, speeding along the side of the cliff towards the rocky waters below. But he wasn't afraid. No, he knew he wouldn't even come close to the bottom. Freyja would catch him.

Another skwak, this one much closer. His eyes flashed open and there she was, the pretty blue scales on her back right where they should be, below him. He landed in the saddle with ease, quickly latching in his harness and axe in it's holder. With two clicks of his tongue, they were off.

The ease of their communication still astounded him. In just six months, they had gone from fighting one another in the arena to performing difficult aerial tricks requiring the utmost trust and skill. In just six months, everything in their world had changed.

Dragons and the Vikings of Berk lived in peace. For a while, it had been rocky. They had much to learn from one another. After a few regrettable incidents, dragons now accepted that Viking's were glued to their weapons and unwilling to give them up. The Vikings also became aware of some of the things dragons came with as well. Certain foods they ate, the social interactions between different breeds, where they slept, when and how they warmed themselves up, riding gear they would tolerate or not. It was a long, tedious process, but they managed, and the rewards were well worth it.

There were a few in the Tribe that still wouldn't accept the dragons fully. Those like the grumpy old bachelor Mildew tolerated them, if only a little. They had at least gotten to the point where they didn't regularly try and provoke the dragons or get them banished. They had all, with the exception of Mildew, grown past that.

They had all grown, even those fully sided with the dragons. Even the Chief had a dragon now; a Thunderdrum named Boris. The teens had undergone the most growth out of all of them, however. Almost every one of them had undergone their Coming of Age Ceremony. Hiccup's was the only one he could remember vividly. Even now, he could remember it like it was yesterday.

Even though she had already been given her title as Hiccup the Dragon Conqueror, they held a ceremony anyway. She received two weapons. A bow, which was becoming increasingly popular for the Dragon Riders of Berk, given you could hunt and fight with them while still on your dragon, and a blade. A beautifully crafted short sword with the crest of the Haddock name and the Hairy Hooligan tribe etched into the blade and a golden dragon head hilt, as well as a matching belt and holder to keep it in. The Ceremony didn't last long, most of the usual words having already been said, but Hiccup was officially named the Heir to the Tribe. She would be their next Chieftain. The crowd roared. Then, the party began.

As usual for any ceremony, there was lots and lots of Mead. Almost every Viking there was very drunk. The teens had had their fair share before, but none of them were big drinkers yet. Ari assumed they would be, given time and ageing, just like everyone else, but they weren't that into it yet. He had never even seen Hiccup take a drink before. Not until that night, anyway.

She started out with one, which turned into two, then four... He couldn't really blame her. It was her Ceremony, after all. And she was having so much fun. She was dancing and clapping, talking and laughing. Plus, he really enjoyed it when she grabbed him and yanked him out onto the dance floor. She was a bit clumsy, being a few drinks in, which really didn't help with her prosthetic. She was naturally a bit clumsy with that, as anyone with a missing leg would be. The alcohol didn't help. But she kept right on dancing, and he was strong enough to keep her upright.

At one point, as they were changing songs, she looked at him and a sort of darkness entered her eye. He recognised that look. He knew what she was feeling. Desire. Suddenly, a glint entered them as well, then she giggled and bit her lip before grabbing his tunic forcefully and pushing him back into a wooden beam.

She smashed her lips against his and pressed her whole body against him. Her hands were in his hair, her breath hot against his skin, and her tongue sliding across his lip. It was so incredibly thrilling. She had never kissed him like that before. He was having trouble keeping up.

But she was drunk, he reminded himself. Very drunk. Everyone else around them was too. Some so much so that they didn't even notice their heated session. The few that did didn't even care, shouting cat calls and humorous encouragement.

As much as he wanted to take their advice, he forced himself to stop. He pulled back, breathing heavily. Hiccup was too, a goofy, drunk smile on her face.

"Why did we stop?" she whined. She moved in again, but he stopped her.

"Do you wanna... Do you wanna, uhm, go somewhere?" he asked, still breathing heavily. Things were getting pretty out of control in the Hall. Someone had started giving the dragon's Mead as well. Even though they had massive bodies, it was clear that they were extreme lightweights. He could spot Toothless stumbling towards them. He didn't make it, collapsing in the middle of the Hall. Looking back at Hiccup, he could tell that she would too soon. He had to get her out of there.

She smiled again and leaned in, her lips just a breath away from his. "I'll go wherever you take me."

He fought the groan in the back of his throat. He couldn't take this anymore.

He led her out of the building. The walk to her house took a while, considering how wobbly she was and how she insisted on walking herself, but she was smiling and giggling the whole way.

"I mean, just look at me!" She gripped the black, decorated cloak she received at the Hero's Ceremony a few months ago and spun around, unsheathing her new sword as she did so. She stumbled at the action, but Ari caught her. She giggled again as his arms came around her before shouting at the top of her lungs, "Hiccup the Dragon Conqueror!"

Ari just shook his head, but a ghost of a smile played on his lips. He helped her sheath her sword again, then they continued walking, only this time he kept his arm wrapped firmly around her, keeping her upright. The party sounds started to fade in the distance as they neared the Chief's house. She looked up at him as they reached the steps.

"And you're... You're Ari the... the..." she frowned. "Ari the what?"

"I don't have a title yet, Hiccup." He practically had to carry her up the stairs.

"Oh." She giggled again. "That's right. You're just a..." She reached up and pinched his cheek, then giggled again. "...a baby!" She was in hysterics now. Ari just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to tell her that he was only three weeks younger than her as he heaved open the front door.

They made their way up the stairs, but after the second time she almost toppled over the side, he gave up and just picked her up. She didn't protest this time, however. In fact, she giggled again and her hands started to wander, her fingers playing with the collar of his own cloak and threading through his hair, then started kissing his neck in an incredibly distracting matter.

With great effort, he managed to focus long enough to make it to her room and set her down, gently pushing her away from him. She kept trying to touch him, but he resisted, focusing on the task of taking off her ceremonial crown, her cloak, and her belt and sword. He needed to get her to bed and get the Hel out of there. Hiccup wasn't helping things.

She giggled again. "You know... you should... like... ask before you take off my clothes. Or at least make it fair." She reached out and gripped his tunic, pulling at it. "If my clothes are coming off, yours are too."

She laughed again as he grabbed her arms and pulled them away from him. He exhaled sharply, composing himself, then helped her over to the bed. He set her down and laid her back, her smiling like a fool the whole time, then went to move away. He didn't make it far.

Suddenly, Hiccup grabbed his tunic and pulled with such force that he landed on the bed on the opposite side of her. Then she was on top of him, smashing her lips against his own and straddling his waist, tangling her fingers in his hair. His hands immediately found her slim hips, though whether to push her away or keep her there he wasn't sure. After a few seconds, he managed to come to some of his senses.

He broke away. "Hiccup," he gasped in a panic. She paid him no mind, however, and continued kissing him with as much force, if not more, as before. No, no, no, no. This couldn't happen. This needed to stop. They needed to stop. No, not before marriage, and definitely not while she was drunk. Hiccup would lose her honor. He would be banned or worse, for taking it from her, for taking advantage of her. Stoick would kill him. Hel, Hiccup would probably beat him to it once she came to her senses the next morning. But mostly she would be sad. He couldn't, wouldn't ever, do that to her.

He quickly flipped them over. Hiccup squealed in excitement, then tried to lock lips with him again. He pulled too far away, though, hovering over her. He could see it, that glazed look in her eye that told him she was on the edge of consciousness. She just needed a push.

They were both panting. "You're..." he tried. "You're really... tired, aren't you?"

That made her stop. She frowned, brows furled. "...What?"

He nodded. "Yeah." Slowly, he leaned down and softly kissed her cheek. "You're really tired," he breathed into her ear. He kept kissing her softly, her cheeks, her head, her nose. She sighed, her grip on him already loosening.

"Yeah... I am..." she agreed. He pulled back slightly to see her eyes fluttering shut. He grinned softly in victory. She wasn't asleep yet, so he kept kissing her, her eyelids, her cheek again, her neck. Always so soft, nothing that would encourage her, all the while whispering her assurances of how tired she was. Quicker than he had hopped, Hiccup fell into a deep sleep.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a rueful victory. He brushed some of her copper hair aside and leaned down, planting one last, soft kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight, Hiccup."

He placed a fur on her and quickly exited the building. There he found Freyja waiting for him, looking much more sober than anyone else on Berk. She had steered clear of the stuff as well. He took a moment, as he pet her head, and leaned against the door, resting his head against it and breathing in the cold air, letting it reach his bones. Gods. He couldn't even imagine what might have happened if he been drinking as well. Well, he could, but he did his best to force those thoughts away.

He shook his head. "Come on, girl," he said, pushing off the door. "Let's go home." She fell into step behind him. Already, he was shivering. But that was a good thing. He took the long way home.

Freyja squawked as her powerful wings began to slow. They were nearing the village. He pressed his ankle to her side, steering them towards the Chief's house.

Hiccup had remembered that night, or at least some of it. He knew as soon as he saw her the next day and she turned a shade of red he didn't even know was possible. He assured her that nothing happened and she made him promise to never let her drink so much ever again. They grew past it, though, and came to laugh about it later. They had all grown, in more ways than one.

His own Ceremony came and went. He was now Ari the Stouthearted. Courageous. Determined. Stubborn. Strong. He received a bow as well and beautiful new Axe, crafted by Hiccup herself, with a handle length that matched his new found height. He had grown several inches in the past half year. All the boys had, much to Hiccup and Ruffnut's annoyance. They now all stood at least a head taller than both of them. They were bigger, stronger, skilled sixteen-year-olds, right on the edge of being an adolescent and a full-blown Viking. There were only two things left; Snotlout's ceremony and the hunting trip, which is exactly what Hiccup should be up training for.

He hopped of Freyja with ease as they landed in the front, then quickly made his way to the door and knocked loudly. No answer. He knocked again. This time, Stoick came to the door.

Ari immediately bowed his head in respect. "Good morning, Chief."

Stoick nodded, moving aside for him to come in. "You here for Hiccup?"

Ari stepped inside. "Yes, sir. It's time for training."

"Then off to work after, I suppose?"

Ari nodded. Right. Off to work to earn money to buy Hiccup's hand. His odd jobs filled most of his afternoons. "Yes, Chief."

Stoick nodded in approval. "Good man." He looked up towards the second floor at the stairs. "You'll have her yet, you will."

Ari blinked at him in surprise. The Chief would say things like that sometimes, odd words of encouragement. It was strange, considering how at first he had been so threatening. That, and there was a time when Ari though Stoick would never let Hiccup marry anyone, that he would kill any boy that came near her. But at some point, he wasn't sure how or when, Stoick had accepted Ari and his pursuits. Perhaps he had even accepted him from the beginning, not that he would ever admit it.

Stoick looked back at him now, gesturing upwards. "She's still asleep in her room. I swear, her an' that beast are the laziest things to walk or fly on Berk." He moved towards the door again, opening it and stepping out. "Go and wake her. When she's done training with you, send her to me for my training sessions." Chieftain lessons, for when she took over. Years had been wasted due to the thought that Hiccup would never even come close to authority. Now, her days were packed with training with Ari in the early morning, then Chieftain lessons, then Dragon Training. It was a lot, but he helped her through it.

He bid the Chief farewell, then made his way upstairs. He found Hiccup lying on her bed, hidden under several furs. A fire burned in the mantle, Toothless laying in front of it. The dragon lifted his head at the boy's entrance, but soon yawned and laid back down, unfazed.

The made his way to the bed, not even noticing the uneven lumps of her legs beneath the fur anymore. Time had made him immune to the missing leg and prosthetic. It was a part of Hiccup now, or lack thereof, and therefore didn't even make him blink.

"Hiccup," he said firmly, pushing at her shoulder. This was the only time in the world when he wasn't gentle or nice to her, aside from training. Waking Hiccup up in the morning was nearly impossible, and he had learned that he needed to be firm with her, or she would never get up.

Hiccup groaned in response, burying her head under her pillow. Ari rolled his eyes. "Hiccup, come on," he said, pushing at her shoulder again. "It's time for training."

"You and your training can shove it," he heard her mumble bitterly. Despite it all, this made him smirk. He loved every side of Hiccup that he'd met so far. This one was, in his eyes, despite what it should have been, adorable, like so many other sides of her.

"Come on, Hiccup," he chided. "You can't sleep forever."

She brought her head out from under the pillow, only to drop it on top. "Toothless and I are just fine sleeping as long as freaking feel like." There was a huff of agreement from the black mass at the other side of the room.

Ari rolled his eyes again, but he was still smirking. "I see. And how do you plan on escaping the wrath of your father?"

She turned her head slightly so that one eye was looking at him. "I defeated the Red Death. Do not doubt me."

He chuckled softly at that. "Well, when you- Hey. Is that... Is that my shirt?" It was. One of his long sleeve blue tunics. Hiccup was wearing it, she was sleeping in it, though it was way too big on her. One of her shoulders was completely exposed. He thought he should be annoyed, but surprisingly, he found that he wasn't.

Both of Hiccup's eyes opened at that. Carefully, slowly, she looked down at the tunic. Then, just as slowly, she looked up to meet his eyes. She held his gaze for a few seconds, then, before he could blink, she pulled the fur over herself, completely covering the tunic and what he was sure was her blushing face.

"No," he heard her deny. "You are mistaken."

He chuckled again. "Well, I'd sure hope it's mine. I'd be concerned if it was anyone else's." He heard her groan in frustration and embarrassment. "Tell you what," he went on. "You get up and meet me in the forest in ten, and I won't tell anyone about you stealing my clothes, okay?" She grumbled some more, but then finally agreed.

He shook his head, still smirking, then turned and walked out to go to their usual spot in the woods to wait for her. Gods, he liked that girl.

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There ya have it, folks! Hope you liked it! If you did, please let me know. :)

SO, this is about the time where I put a really awesome quote in from the upcoming story... Oh that's right. You guys don't even know what it's called! :D Well, prepare yourselves, cause here it is...

From the upcoming story called 'Through the Eyes of Children', I give you a quote from non other than... Hiccup!

"It's hard to believe it's been two years, isn't it?"

Those of you who are hoping for a fluffy story about Hiccup and Ari raising adorable little mini Hiccup and Ari's, I'm sorry to say that you will be very disappointed. I'm not giving you any hints though, except, of course, the quotes at the end of each chapter. :D

Well, that's all for now! Tata!

~StoriesOfAnInsomniac