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I didn't think about this being our anniversary too. [That far in the future still seems a little unrealistic to think about, when one or the other of them could disappear at any time, or they could find a way to go back home. But it's a nice thought, and makes him smile as he leans in close.] It's been a good month. All things considered. [They've been through a lot recently but he's happy to be with Newt, to be able to celebrate things like this.]

I know you don't mind, and you know I love your cooking. [It's still pretty novel for him, honestly. His fiancee and his mother are both awful cooks. Whatever Newt makes, he's more than happy to eat.] But neither of us should- should have to worry about it today.

[His expression softens a little, and he cups the side of Newt's face gently, thumbing over the skin of his jaw.] We can do whatever you'd like tonight. I'm- I'm all yours.

I'd like to commit it to memory, less I somehow forget that too. [And there's a high chance that Newt will lose track of the actual date and forget still. Sometimes you just think it's another Monday or something and not an important date where you and your boyfriend got together.

Perhaps he's also going in not thinking that they'll go their separate ways by then.]

I know you do. You have quite the appetite, you know. [He isn't sure how the other packs away the amount of food he does even.]

I would like to do something that we both decide we'd like to do. Today is your birthday after all. It shouldn't be just what I want to do. [It would be just like these two to want to do what the other wants to do and not consider what they want to do themselves simultaneously.]

I'll definitely remember now. If you forget, then I can just surprise you. [He says with a laugh, turning it into a promise somehow. That he'll remember it for both of them if he has to, if they make it to their first year anniversary.

He has the decency to look sheepish at that comment.] I just like what you make! It's- it's a compliment. [Vikings will eat nearly anything. If your food goes uneaten at the viking potluck, you're a terrible cook.]

What if what I want is to do what you want? [His smile turns playful, and he leans in to steal a brief kiss.] It's our birthday. But alright, we'll do something we both want. Not like that will be hard. [They like a lot of the same things; they have their differences, but also many similarities. It's probably why they work so well together, why they clicked so soon into their friendship.] How about we decide after I bring back some dinner? And- do your people have any birthday traditions?

[Newt laughs a little sheepishly.] You'll remember my birthday well before I remember what month it is. [He doesn't doubt that the other will have a better memory with Holidays than he does.]

It's flattering, really. [Impressive, but it's hard not to be somewhat flattered that Hiccup will practically inhale everything you cook.] I'll have to make something nice in the coming days as a belated gift. [Cook some of Hiccup's favorite dishes.]

We'll get nowhere if we keep going back and forth with the idea of doing what the other wants and not offering an actual activity. [And Newt offers a shy kiss back.] Other than gifts and spending time with others or having a party, nothing in particular stands out. I guess people try to make birthdays a personal experience, but there are nothing specific that sticks out otherwise.

At least you're cute. [Hiccup teases, trying to suppress a smile. This is how it's going to be, Newt. He's going to live the hell out of you, but also make fun of you at every opportunity. That's just how it is.]

Only if you want to. I don't need any gifts - I already got the best gift of all. [Hiccup presses their foreheads together lightly, smiling warm and fond. He's also going to be sappy as hell sometimes. Deal with it.

A laugh, and Newt can probably feel the way he immediately brightens as Newt kisses him back. He gets that he isn't as used to physical contact, so when it's offered, initiated, by his partner, he takes it in like a flower turning to the sun, heart fluttering with it.] Well, a party is out, and I think we can mutually agree not to do gifts this year. We'll just stay home and spend time together, then. [He'd be lying if he didn't have a few ideas of what he might like to do but... they're a little embarrassing, and also he isn't sure if Newt is ready for that yet. The night will develop as it develops, he figures.]

Anything's going to be special to me as long as you're here.

[Teasing and backhanded, but Newt flushes a bright red at being called cute. It's...He's not used to being called that. Hiccup is basically a lot of firsts for Newt and it'll certainly be like that for awhile.

And of course, he only manages to become even redder. Hiccup certainly knows how to make a man weak in the knees.]

I don't need gifts, no. You've given me plenty as is. [He finds that if Hiccup even gets a whiff of what Newt might want and get it for him without a second thought. It's harder with them being bonded while they're window shopping. Hiccup only needs to feel the slight elation while Newt's gaze lingers for even a second too long.

It's almost hilarious given how oblivious both of them were to each other when they could catch even the smallest details otherwise.] Spending time together. I'd- Yes, I'd like that. I just hope it isn't too boring for you, given today is your birthday and it doesn't truly happen every year.

[He's a lot of firsts for Hiccup, too. Newt can always feel secure that Hiccup loves him for himself, that he's no replacement for Astrid, because their reactions to things are entirely different, and Hiccup loves that. He likes the way Newt blushes and looks shy when he's teased or complimented. He likes that fluttering feeling through the Bond, new and lovely.]

Only because you won't get things for yourself. [He says with a brief shrug, not sorry at all for that. Newt won't spend money on anything he views as frivolous for his own sake, even something like a new winter coat to keep warm. That's why he makes window shopping more like actual shopping; he has the money to do so, and it feels right. (Even if Hiccup is a bit the same himself, it's usually just because he makes the things he needs rather than buying them. Habit.)]

You're never boring. You know how much I like when it's just us. [How can he not? The feelings of contentment or joy or amusement aren't so subtle he can hide them from the Bond even if he tried. He has to have felt how Hiccup goes warm every time Newt smiles. He steals a brief kiss.] Wait here. I'll go pick up dinner and be right back.

[He gets food for takeaway from a little Monster-run restaurant they both like. The cook even smiles when he mentions it's their birthday, and puts a little honey-cake the right size for two in the bag that she refuses to let him pay for. Dinner is comfortable and companionable, and after, they find themselves on the couch, the setting sun drawing long shadows outside, animals all cared for and settled for the evening.

Hiccup inches his arm around Newt's shoulders, leaning a little closer to him, giving off the warmth of a fire-witch and breathing out quietly,] This is nice.

It's because I don't need it! [The convenience of magic also made it possibly a crutch with that mindset. Why treat oneself when one could get what he needed through other means.

Nevermind that the whole point of being frivolous is to have things that weren't necessary but nice.

What was quite nice though was this. He didn't care much for celebrating his birthday, but he found this to be enjoyable. Curled up against Hiccup after a good meal. For as introverted as Newt can be, he could certainly ramble. He talks about all the small details about the creatures from filing down Greg's claws to what he found in Harry's burrow. He pauses though and smiles a little.] Yes. Quite. I find this to be my ideal way of celebrating. [Something relaxing and peaceful without having unnecessary interactions.]

[Hiccup likes it when Newt rambles. He hangs on to every word, smiling, laughing, frowning, offering his own ideas when necessary. He's got a mouth on him as well and he likes to go off on tangents together, the conversation winding and easy and enjoyable. These are the moments where everything feels right, like every happenstance, every decision, has fallen into place like the pieces of a puzzle, and now the big picture painted across it is beautiful and visible.

He shifts just a little closer on the couch, his arm curling around Newt, his smile warm and constant.] Mine too. [He hopes they can celebrate a few more things like this. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, he doesn't care what.

Voice a little softer, he says,] Happy birthday, Newt. [Before he leans in for a kiss, lingering and soft.]

[Newt laughs into the kiss and it's something breathless. Newt acts like every kiss and touch is something special. Something big. And maybe to the man it is.]

I should be saying happy birthday to you. [He kisses back; clumsy and gentle.] Happy birthday, Hiccup.

Is there anything else you wanted? [Hiccup didn't seem material in anyway, but if he could offer more to the other, he certainly will. He wanted Hiccup to feel special on his birthday after all.]

[Every kiss and touch they share is something special, at least to Hiccup. He delights in every little thing, all the things he learns about his partner, all the new things they share. He can probably feel that flush of pleased warmth from Hiccup when he kisses back, like the gentlest ocean wave, just how it gets to him like every time.] Happy birthday to both of us. [He murmurs against his lips, unable to keep himself from smiling. He's not letting 'our birthday' go, because it makes him feel things, delightful things.

And then he asks that question, while Hiccup is in the middle of shifting, practically straddling Newt's thigh to get closer for another long, slow kiss, and he flushes immediately, the tips of his ears turning red.]

Well, I- I don't know if you'd be comfortable... [There is something, something he has definitely thought about in the last couple of weeks, sharing his partner's bed, but he doesn't want to rush it if Newt isn't ready.]

[Newt tilts his head with a slight raised eyebrow. The other suddenly getting flustered was a curious reaction.

Hiccup will either realize soon or already know that Newt's ability to read the room at times is rather...bad.]

What do you mean by that? Why wouldn't I be comfortable with something you'd want? [Really can't read the room.]

[He's so oblivious. But it reassures Hiccup at least that Newt hasn't really picked up on the less than platonic thoughts he's been having an increase of lately. Still, how... He isn't wholly sure how to broach the subject. With Astrid, there was really no- talking about it. It just happened. But he isn't sure that would work with Newt, and he's feeling awkward about asking, but at the same time, Newt felt awkward about telling Hiccup his feelings for him and they wasted a lot of time, so it's better to be on the same page, right?

He settles a hand gently on the side of his face, thumbing over his cheek.] Lately, I've thought about- about what it would be like if we... [Odin's ghost, why is this so hard? Hiccup bites his lip and tries something else instead, open through the Bond and making obvious the heat, the want he's feeling, low in the pit of his stomach.] If we... got more physical. But I also don't, don't want you to feel pressured into anything, so, we can keep taking it slow if you'd rather-

[Newt isn't really one to really think much about physical intimacy and Hiccup knows that quite well. That being said, Newt wasn't so oblivious that he couldn't figure it out. With the lust that he could feel from the other and just the intimate position they were in. It doesn't take much for him to figure out what Hiccup means by physical.

He feels his face growing hot for a multitude of reasons. The conversation itself to the other being attracted to him enough to want to in the first place.

It isn't that he hadn't thought about it from time to time. It's been a stray thought here and there. Just that-] I- Oh. [How eloquent of him.]

It- I mean, it isn't that I'm not interested...

[He lets out a nervous little laugh.] Just that it would be my first time, you know...

[He's a little relieved he doesn't have to explain further. The words are hard to find, because he's never really had to before, but he... he wants this. They're together and he loves kissing him, loves touching him and being touched and kissed in return. He wants that kind of intimacy with Newt, wants to learn him and learn them together. His smile is a little flustered and embarrassed but it's there, still so full of love as he starts to catch on.

Hearing that he is in fact interested causes an excited little surge through Hiccup, an understandable reaction to mutual desire, but he softens, leaning in to share breaths, his hand gentle on the side of Newt's face.]

It'll be my first time with- with a man, too. [He says, tips of his ears red but wanting to be reassuring.] I know- how things are supposed to work, generally speaking, but- it's still new. [Growing up in a viking village, even before he'd had sex he knew the general gist of it. Many Berkians are loud drunks and it's impossible not to overhear some things. Still, he understands being nervous, because he is too.]

[He hadn't really thought about it much at all. It wasn't like he ever really had to think about these things to any extent because he hadn't been involved with another to a point where he would even consider those things.

It's a little embarrassing thinking on it now, but he's always been terribly honest and this wasn't exactly something he should hide or lie about.

He gently places his hands on Hiccup's chest and pushes the other back. Just enough so that they can look at each other proper. Seriously.] You aren't quite getting it, Hiccup. I-

[He averts his eyes for a moment before locking eyes with the other again.] It'll be my first time...in every sense of the word. [It's, perhaps, hilariously sad how little experience Newt has with this at all.] I've never been intimate with anyone.

[He leans back at the light push, and his eyes widen as Newt speaks. Lightbulb going on in his brain, basically. He's not sure why he's surprised, but he is; maybe he thought that when Newt admitted to having someone back home, he was farther along in that relationship than he actually is. Maybe he'd just assumed they were on the same page in most things. He never expected...]

Oh. Oh, you- Oh. [Eloquent. Something in him is surprised, sure, but also- fond, and a little awed, because...]

And you- you would want that... with me? [It seems more important now, to be clear about everything, to know for sure. He never expected that Newt had never been intimate with anyone. The gap in their experience is reversed from how one might assume, with their age difference. His eyes are wide and he's practically holding his breath now. If he says no, that's okay, he'll get over it, but-]

[A nervous laughter escapes the Brit. It kind of just bubbled up in the pit of his stomach and he can't help himself. It's a tad funny that Hiccup seems rather surprised about his lack of experience. It doesn't really help his nervous feelings in anyway.]

I don't see why not...? [It's normal. To want to do such things with someone else, right? And for his lack of experiences doesn't mean he hasn't been sexually attracted to someone else or anything.] I would think that perhaps you would be less willing, knowing so. [And he wouldn't blame the other if they would prefer someone who was more experienced.] I don't think it would be right for me not to be honest about my experiences. Or, well, lack of them.

[Hiccup can't help but laugh a little too, flustered and a little embarrassed himself. This is what he gets for making assumptions. He should really stop doing that.

And asking certainly wasn't because he wouldn't want to. He only knows how special a first time is, and he is... awed, that Newt would want that with him. Honored. It's a big honor, and he isn't sure why he thought there would be a problem, since this is his first time with a man and he is happy to have that with Newt.]

No, no no no! [He's quick to correct, reaching to take his hands in both of his.] That's not- That's not it at all, Newt. I don't care that you've never- that doesn't make me want it less. [If anything, he wants this more.] I only... Wow. That you- that you want this with me, it's, it's a big deal. I just- I don't want you to regret anything, in the morning. [You can't take back a first time, after all, especially not one like this, in celebration of both of their close-together birthdays.]

[His hands are still weak, but he gently curls his fingers around Hiccup's own.] I wouldn't regret it. I never regret any of my time with you. [Perhaps that's sappy to say, but Newt is honest. He really did value their time together.] It's only natural to want to be together in every way. If not now, it would happen at some point. I think. [And he would like the other to understand that he doesn't imagine them not being together anytime soon.]

Even if the experience isn't enjoyable, I can't say I would regret it. The biggest regrets I've had was when it was too late. [It's hilarious that he had been so daft about letting Hiccup know his feelings in retrospect.]

[The gesture gives him courage, reassures him that yes, they're going in the same direction. They have for a while whether they knew it or not, and knowing that Newt has confidence that they will continue to be together... it helps. It's what Hiccup wants too. What they have might have an expiration date, but that date is whenever the mirrors open to allow them home, not- not a day sooner than that.] I don't regret any of our time either. [He says earnestly, because he wants him to know that, to be assured in Hiccup's feelings for him.] And I- I do want that. Tonight, if you're willing. It... It would be special. It would be special regardless but today is- [Rare. A leap year, the day they shared their birthday celebration. It seems like the kind of day for something monumental.

A hint of determination enters his gaze, and he leans in a little closer, not breaking their gaze and giving his hands the gentlest of squeezes.] I want to make it good. I love you.

I know...I know I'm not, uhm, very physical. With my affection that is. [And Hiccup seems to understand that quite well about him and doesn't seem to mind it either.] I want to though. To do this with you. Quite so. [He can feel his face burning as he speaks and his heart is hammering. Nervous. Excited.]

Though, if I were to ask...I would prefer if we were to move- move to the bedroom. [The way Newt asks is as though he might be asking for too much.]

[He does understand that, and he doesn't mind at all, the same way Newt hopefully doesn't mind that Hiccup is particularly physical in his affection. They don't have to be the same as long as they get each other, which Hiccup is confident that they do, especially with the Bond singing between them. He can feel the way his heart pounds, and no doubt his own is obvious, thudding in his chest much the same.] I want it too. [He says simply, confident in that, at least.

And forgive him if he can't quite hold back his laughter at the sheepish request.] Of course- Newt, we're not going to- Not on the couch! [His smile is wider now, impossibly fond, as he slides to his feet and tugs gently on Newt's hands to help him up.] Bedroom. Yes. Absolutely.

[Granted, Hiccup has had sex in places one might not expect, but for a first time, on a special night? That requires a bed. Requires comfort for his partner. He leads him into the bedroom, eyes warm and a little lidded, a sense of anticipation building.]

[Don't laugh at him!!! His face just turns redder, which is a feat in its own. The blush disappears under the collar of his shirt and he's pretty sure he's a furnace right now. Even more than Hiccup usually is.] I just- We were already here, so- [He mumbles sheepishly before he's helped onto his feet.

His steps are equally clumsy as he follows the other; faltering for just a smidge when they make it to his room. He can't help but blurt the words that come out of his mouth.] Do-Do you find me attractive? [He's never really thought about it. Being attractive or anything. He doesn't think much to put too much effort into his appearance. Not when he spends a lot of time doing a lot of manual labor.

He just can't help but be self conscious at this moment. He'd have to undress, right? Newt doesn't know how to be attractive.]

We can save the couch for some other time. [Hiccup says with another laugh, unable to help himself, full of warmth and only affectionate teasing. He's leading them slowly toward the bed when Newt suddenly blurts out his question, and it surprises Hiccup into stopping, looking at him for a moment, searching his face and their Bond for an indication of how he's feeling.]

Newt. Yes. [He says, emphatically, stepping a little closer and slipping an arm around his waist.] Yes, I think you're very attractive. [How can he not be attracted to Newt? It's more complicated than just appearances, for Hiccup - it's looks, and personality, and the way he makes Hiccup feel when they're alone together.]

I like that I don't have to crane my neck down to kiss you. [He says with a smile, leaning in to kiss him, soft and loving.] I like your hands. [And here he twines the fingers of one hand with one of Newt's, loosely, unhurried.] I like the way your smile lights up the whole room. You always manage to... to draw my eye whether we're alone or in a crowd.

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