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When they’d started sharing a bed – sleeping head to feet at first, then back to back, and now all snuggled together – it had been nothing more than a sleeping arrangement. They didn’t have the money or space for a second bed, and they both needed somewhere to sleep. And they didn’t have a bathtub, so that wasn’t an option.
And Fishlegs had shared a bed with Hiccup too, for far longer than he had with Snotlout. But something was different with Snotlout. Sharing a bed and spooning with Hiccup didn’t cause that weird fluttery feeling in his chest. But for some reason, sharing a bed with Snotlout did.
In fact, the first time it had happened, Fishlegs had assumed he was ill. But then it’d happened again and again, and eventually he’d noticed a pattern – every time he so much as thought about snuggling up with Snotlout, there it was again, that same fluttery feeling, that unbearable heat in his face and the deafening sound of his heartbeat.
It couldn’t go on like this.
It might cost him the friendship, but he had to say something.
He had to take the risk.
“Hey Snotlout?” Fishlegs whispered, his heart hammering so hard against his ribcage that he was sure that even the neighbours could hear it. But despite how loud his heartbeat sounded in his ears, Snotlout didn’t stir when Fishlegs called his name. The steady rhythm of his breathing and his lack of response gave Fishlegs courage and relief – perhaps he could confess his feelings without risking their friendship or sleeping arrangements after all. Taking a deep breath, he mustered his courage, his voice barely a whisper. “Snotlout, I think I’m in love with you.”
His heart nearly stopped when he heard Snotlout answer in the darkness.
“Oh thank Thor.”