Your boyfriend, Hiccup, was having a bad day. You could see it in his eyes - that he was mentally and physically exhausted as hell. He wasn't as hyper and jumpy as usual. The one time he comes over to your house, he feels out of it and mad.

You were sitting in your room doing whatever - listening to music or scrolling on your phone - when Hiccup came barging in. He groaned before sitting next to you on the edge of your bed. He had bags under his eyes, and just generally looked pissed off at everyone. You could tell he was about to burst, so you didn't say anything. It was probably something to do with his dad calling him a disappointment, or something went wrong and he just spiraled down.

He looked over at you, his cheeks flushed and red as he bit back a yell... But clearly that didn't go on any longer.

"Goddamn it why can't anything go right?! The moment I try to do something that will put me on the right path it - it just fails! Like everything I ever do!"

Hiccup got up off of your bed and started pacing the floor of your room. Endlessly ranting and rambling saying things such as "Why does this always happen?!" and "God fucking damn it - I hate everything!!" Clearly he was pissed the fuck off - he hardly ever cursed. And when he did, something was really bothering him.

As the rant came to an end, Hiccup sat back down on your bed. In the same spot - right on the edge. And with no warning, he simply shoved his face into your plush thighs and sighed. His hands came to the side of your thighs and gently squeezed. His tense body seemed to have melted as he sighed - his anger and fury slowly fading...