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The day before his birthday, Hiccup’s head had started hurting. Fishlegs had patted him on the back and reasurred him that it would disappear as soon as the soulmate telepathy link slotted in place, and Tuffnut had declared that he could hit him with Macey, so he’d hurt more on the outside of his head and forget about it.
Hiccup had declined, and retired to the back of Dragon’s Edge to watch the sun rise, fiddling with Inferno’s inner machinery to try and distract himself. Toothless purred softly in reassurance.
Migraines do not disappear like that—?
Sorry about that, Hiccup replied, feeling the bond slot in place and the headache alleviate in a flash.
You cannot be serious. Though this feels oddly pleasant—is there no way at all to disguise what goes through this bond?—you are years late, you are young enough to be my son—
Hey, it’s okay! sorry again I just turned 20—how old is he anyway—oh this is strange how do I control it he’s right I can’t seem to—Toothless, stop that, I’m fine—sorry—
That makes him 16 years younger for crying out loud—that’s quite fine but stop apologising—isn’t that the Night Fury’s name? I do wonder how my dear Hiccup is doing—
“Your dear Hiccup?”—no, oh no, oh you’ve gotta be kidding me—Toothless we need to warn the others that—he knows, he’ll know everything—we’re going on a vacation that way he won’t find out we’re going to hit his shipyards this evening—
Perfect, the trap I set shall—no! He wasn’t supposed to know—how to control this—
Hiccup groans, feeling Viggo’s horror sync up with his own.
Thoughts and emotions synchronised as perfectly as any soulmates ought to be, Hiccup notes, so it is true—perfectly matched and equal so why him, why do I have to be—
Operational security is wholly and irreparably compromised, Ryker cannot know—of all the people to be perfectly matched with, my dear, I cannot think of anyone I’d rather—
“Toothless, what am I going to do?”