#toothless looks too close to the animated version and i was kinda hoping for a more realistic design

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so fellow dragons, how do we feel about the leaked pics of the live action httyd?

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Bad Habit | Part IV

And I’m back with Part IV. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, feedback is much appreciated xx

Read Part III here. 

FOUR

Harry and Viv stumbled into her flat at around seven that evening. Viv had never been on a date that lasted more than a couple hours, let alone the over seven she’d spent with Harry. They’d returned to her complex about an hour and half earlier, but then they’d decided to go to the pub just down the street for a couple drinks and maybe some chips. They were pretty full on snacks and popcorn from their time at the cinema, but they figured something absorbent was good if they were going to be drinking a bit. Viv had no intention of getting anywhere close to drunk, but she didn’t mind being a little bit tipsy.

Which was exactly what she aimed for as her and Harry sat at a tall table beside each other, laughing at embarrassing stories they were telling about each other from their time in school. Viv snorted out a laugh at some point and Harry teased her lightly about how cute it was, so she tossed a chip at his face, which he whined lightly about before tossing one back at her. They giggled some more and sipped on their drinks. Harry had been pleasantly surprised when she’d ordered a bottle of Heineken when asked by a server. She struck him as more of a mixed drink sort of girl, but she’d continued with the beer throughout the time they were there. She’d only had three bottles by the time they left, so she was just pleasantly buzzed but still had her wits about her.

Harry seemed to be in a similar state, slinging his arm around her waist as they walked back to her building in the briskness of the evening. Viv was only then beginning to regret her choice to wear a dress, but she knew she’d be back in her cosy flat soon, so she didn’t worry about it too much.

When they got to front entrance, Harry stopped and made to bid her farewell for the night. He figured this was the end of their time together for the day, and he’d have to call for a cab or an Uber to take him back to his, since he didn’t quite feel like walking back home in the cold. He supposed he could always call Niall, but he was sure his flatmate was already headed out for a party, seeing as it was a Friday night. He was almost certain that the Irishman would already be a few pints in and in no shape to be coming to pick up Harry and take him back to their home.

“Come inside?” Viv asked him, biting at her bottom lip a bit shyly. Harry was a bit surprised by her offer, but he wasn’t about to turn her down. He didn’t have any plans to do anything ungentlemanly with her, considering this was still only their first date, but he was more than willing to accept her hospitality and the warmth her flat would provide.

So, they went up to her flat, giggling a bit when Viv had to try twice before successfully getting the key into the lock. Viv kicked off her boots as soon as she closed the door behind her, so Harry did the same, wiggling his socked toes as he steadied Viv as sh struggled with her second boot. When she finally got it off, she sighed and smiled up at him.

“Would yeh like anything to drink?” she asked. “Can make some tea, if yeh’d like.”  

“That would be great, thanks,” Harry agreed.

Viv nodded as she shrugged out of her coat, gesturing for him to do the same. “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna put the kettle on.”

Harry wandered into Viv’s living room as she went to put the kettle on. He had intentions to just make a spot for himself on the couch until she came back, but he noticed she had bookshelves in the living room that were filled to the brim with books, CDs, records, music sheets, photographs, cards that looked like they were from a recent birthday, and a bunch of little knickknacks that looked like they were from different parts of the world.

He set his eyes on a photograph that was in a shiny silver frame. It was of what he assumed was Viv’s family at a wedding. It was one of the married couple and some family and the wedding party. The bride and the groom in the center were beaming happily, each tucked into the other’s side. Viv was stood immediately to the bride’s right, dressed in a pretty lavender gown that brushed around her ankles, showing off her silver heels and what looked to be a tattoo on her left foot, holding her own small bouquet of flowers. By her side was an older woman in a light grey gown that reached the floor, a black shawl around her shoulders, her blond hair cut in a stylish bob. Stood behind the both of them was a gentleman that looked to be the same age as the woman, smiling proudly in a nice suit, his wavy hair the same chestnut colour as Viv’s. Harry supposed these were Viv’s parents.

On the other side of the groom was a boy that looked to be slightly younger than Vivian wearing a tux that was the same grey as the groom’s, his hair blond like the older woman’s. He was tall, too, like the older man, his grin the same. Stood beside him was a much younger boy, probably with or nine, beaming a slightly toothless smile and the same chestnut as Viv, wearing a miniature version of the grey tux. They all looked quite smart, and it looked to be early autumn, as the photo was taken outside and the leaves of the trees were all bright red and orange. Everyone looked incredibly happy.

“That’s from my brother’s wedding last year,” Viv said to him, suddenly appearing beside him. She slid herself close and pointed out everyone in the photo as she told him their names. “That’s my older brother, Oliver.” She pointed to the groom. “Those are my two younger brothers, Jamie and Carter. And those are my parents.” She pointed to the two older people in the frame, confirming Harry’s suspicions. “Oliver’s wife is called Lily.”

“You were a bridesmaid?” Harry guessed by the colour of her dress matching the guys’ ties and the ribbon tied around the bride’s bouquet.

“Maid of Honour. Lily’s been my best mate since we were in Year 3.”

Harry turned to look at her with wide eyes. “Your older brother married your best friend since yeh were little?”

Viv laughed at his surprise. She bit her lip to quell her giggles. “Yeah. Oliver’s only two years older than us. I always reckoned they fancied each other when we were younger. They didn’t start actually dating until we were in our last year of secondary and Oliver was in sixth form. My parents thought it was kinda odd, since they saw Lily as a sort of sister to Oliver, since she was around to much when we were growin’ up, but I was elated. Oli proposed the New Year’s before.”

“They’re so young,” Harry observed, figuring Lily was only twenty, like Viv, making Oliver twenty-two. He didn’t know anyone personally that was married, yet. And their wedding was over a year previous, so they had to have been nineteen and twenty-one, Harry figured.

Viv shrugged. “They’re each other’s soul mate. They didn’t see any point in waiting until they were in their mid-twenties or summat.”

“Are they still in school?” Harry asked, still surprised two people could love each other so much that they’d get married so young. He couldn’t even fathom it, really.

“Oliver’s a teacher now,” Viv told him. “He teaches Year 3 at a private school. Lily’s still going to school. They live in Surrey.”

“So they’re not far.” Viv shook her head with a smile. “Do yeh see them often?” “Lily and I get together about once a month, when we can both find time. She’s studying biology, so she’s a bit more busy than I am. I see my brother occasionally. Mostly at holidays and birthdays.”

“And the rest of your family?” Harry asked.

The kettle started whistling then, so Viv gestured for him to follow her so she could continue answering his questions.

“My parents and younger siblings live in Reading. My parents are professors at the uni there.” Viv poured some water into mugs over bags of Earl Grey tea. “What do they do?”

“My mum’s a zoology professor. She mostly teaches about marine animals. She does research with her grad students about the migration and growth patterns of sea urchins.” Harry made an impressed sound in his throat and Viv smiled. She’d always been proud of all her mum’s research, even if it took up a lot of her time, especially when they were younger. “My dad is an archaeology professor. Ancient cultures and all that. Mostly ancient Greek and Roman civilisations.”

“And your younger brothers?” Harry asked as Viv handed him a mug, following her back into the living room to sit at the little love seat she had in there.

“Jamie is seventeen. He’s at the local college doing his A-levels. Wants to go to Germany for uni, though, for some reason. Not that I begrudge him wanting to get out of the area, but that’s pretty far.” Viv blew on her tea, pursing her lips in a way that had Harry biting his bottom lip, too distracted to even try to tend to his own mug. “Carter’s only just turned eleven, so he just started secondary this term. Thinks he’s finally catchin’ up to threats of us.” Viv laughed.

“Why the age gap?” There was six years between Carter and Jamie, which seemed large when there were only two and three years between the other siblings.

Viv snorted, which made Harry smile. He’d teased her about it earlier, but he actually found it quite adorable. “He was a bit of a surprise. Oliver was too, I suppose. My parents were only in their first year of grad school when Oli was born. Jamie and I were planned after that. They thought they were done, but Mum found out she was pregnant when Jamie was six. Bit of a shock for us all. We were still young, but we’d all accepted Jamie was the baby. Then Carter showed up and messed up the dynamics.”

“You’re still a middle child, though,” Harry pointed out with a raise of his brow. There were things to be said of middle children.

“But I’m the only girl,” she countered, obviously picking up what Harry was trying to say.

“Touche,” he nodded.

“What about you? What’s your family like, Harry?”

“It’s just four of us,” he shrugged. His family was much less exciting than Viv’s, he thought. “My mum, Anne, works from home doing charity stuff. She’s a coordinator of some sort. She’s always planning stuff and attending charity events.” It was Viv’s turn to make an impressed sound. Harry smiled. “My mum’s the best person I’ve ever known. Never met anyone kinder.”

“Explains where yeh get it from,” Viv mused.

“I’d like to think so,” Harry nodded, a small smile still tugging at his lips. “Then there’s Robin, my stepdad. He’s perfect for mum. Just as nice and always happy. Good enough a man to take on a woman with a bratty teenage daughter and a weird son.”

“You’ve got a sister?” Viv asked, somehow not at all surprised by this revelation. Harry seemed the type to learn all he knew about handling and interacting with women from years of carefully maneuvering a moody older sister.

“Yeah, Gemma. She’s three years older than me. Lives with her boyfriend in London, now. She’s working on gettin’ her business off the ground.”

“What’s she do?”

“She owns a boutique in Covent Garden. Does well for herself.” Harry smiled proudly, his relationship with his sister obviously much better than he was letting on.

“They sound lovely,” Viv nodded, smiling at Harry over the rim of her mug.

Harry set aside his own mug on her coffee table. He took to folding the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms, her flat much warmer than he anticipated. He was feeling a bit warm, though, that could have been her Viv’s presence. She made his heart race in a way that he hadn’t experienced in a while. It was overwhelming and completely welcome all the same.

“They are. My parents live in Cheshire, though, so I don’t see them save for holidays, now. Gem and I’ll have lunch every so of—”

Viv suddenly started choking on her tea, sputtering with her eyes wide. She lunged to reach for a napkin she’d brought in with her that was laying on the coffee table. She dabbed at her mouth to clean up the splattered tea, coughing to clear her lungs of the inhaled liquid. Harry fretted over her, rubbing her back. “Yeh alright?” he asked, his concern genuine in his tone and the crumple of his features. Viv would find it amazing if she wasn’t currently freaking out.

Her eyes had zeroed in on his arms as he’d rolled his sleeves up. Mostly the movement had caught her attention, but then she’d stayed transfixed because she was finally going to get to see his exposed forearms, which she had been wanting after brief glances at his hands. She’d seen through jumpers and jackets the pull of his broad shoulders, so she was exceedingly curious about what the rest of his body looked like. She imagined he was lean and sinewy, so this was her first opportunity at discovering it for herself.

However, she’d gasped as the tattoos that littered his left arm were revealed, causing her to inhale the tea she was sipping, throwing her into a coughing fit as she tried to expel the liquid.

As she looked over the familiar tattoos, she was berating herself. How had she not noticed the rings that adorned nearly all his fingers. A week of avoiding being caught looking at his hands for fear that he’d find her weird meant she’d never properly looked at the rings, let alone the little cross tattoo that sat between his thumb and first finger of his left hand. How had she never noticed? She felt like an absolute idiot.

Because those were hands and arms that she was just a bit too acquainted with. Not on any personal levels, of course, but acquainted all the same. Because those were forearms she’d seen straining with a pumping motion, making her mouth water.

Because those were hands she’d seen wrapped around an impressive cock, their stroking driving her to her own orgasm over the course of minutes or hours.

Because she suddenly realised that Harry was UniBoy94, and her brain didn’t know how to reconcile this information very well without making her choke. “Oh my god,” Viv groaned as soon as she was able. Her face was already hot from the near-choking thing, but now she was also extremely embarrassed, because she wasn’t quite sure she could play this off, and she’d probably have to tell Harry the truth. She knew about the real way he made money because she contributed to it. She’d watched him get himself off too many times to count, and he’d commented to her directly during one of his livestreams. It was all too much, honestly. “Jesus Christ. Motherfucker.”

“Viv, are yeh okay?” Harry asked, still very much concerned about her choking. She wanted to swat his hands away and tell him to stop touching her, but: a) she really didn’t want that because she quite liked having Harry’s hands on her and b) there was no reason for her to be upset with him. She was just entirely flustered by this whole situation that she’d ultimately gotten herself into.

“Sorry,” she croaked out, shaking her head. She cleared her throat to try to make herself sound normal again. “I inhaled my tea on accident.”

“Yeh sure?” he asked, a bit skeptical, though, still concerned about her wellbeing. “Yeh seem a bit flustered.”

Why, yes, Harry. Now that you mention it, I am quite flustered. I am flustered because I just realised you’re the boy that I watch jerk himself off to the internet nearly every Tuesday and Thursday.

Instead, she went with, “I, uh—” She coughed again to try to think of what she was going to say. Should she lie to him and pretend like she never figured out that he’s UniBoy94?  Could she actually continue seeing him with her revelation sitting between them? Or should she just come out with it and get it out in the open as soon as possible? Surely he couldn’t judge her for watching strangers jerk off on the internet when he himself was a stranger that jerked off on the internet. Surely.

Option #3 sounded best to her, since she liked her relationships—both romantic and platonic—to be as honest as possible. She supposed this was a testament to her beliefs.

“I, uh—” she started again. “I just, uh…realised something, I suppose.”

Way to not beat around the bush, Vivian.

“What’d yeh realise?” Harry asked, more confused now than anything by the way his brows creased in the center. He expected her to say she’d left the stove on or she’d forgotten her purse at the bar. But he’d watched her turn the burner off when she’d poured the water, and he’d taken her purse from her when they shucked their shoes and coats in the entryway. So, yes, he was confused.

Viv took a deep breath and decided to really just go for it. No beating around the bush, no stalling, no bullshitting. Just complete honesty and a hope for the best outcome. She wasn’t sure what she thought that was, though.

“I just realised you’re the man I’ve been watching masturbate on the internet twice a week for the last few months.”

It was Harry’s turn to choke, except it was only his own saliva, so the spluttering was minimal and he coughed a few times to clear it. “Yeh’ve what?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, not my most appropriate confession,” Viv admitted, forcing a chuckle to try to make this all less awkward. She was pretty sure it wasn’t working. “Figured it was best to just get it out there, though, seein’ as I’ve just figured it out.”

Harry stared at her with wide eyes for a few silent beats before squeezing his eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to figure out how to have this conversation or devising a way to rid himself of her and get out of her flat as quickly as possible, but she allowed him his time either way. She knew this was a bit of a shock to him, too, and she didn’t want to push him. She was shocked, too, but at least she wasn’t the one who the other’d seen naked multiple times. She supposed she did have a slight advantage here.

With eyes still closed, but now just resting instead of squeezed, he began to breathe out, “So, you’re tellin’ me…th-that you’re subscribed to me. And yeh’ve seen me—seen me masturbate.” He cleared his throat and peeked his eyes open, looking at her like he was a cornered animal for some reason. Did he think she was gonna make fun of him for getting off for strangers for money? Who was she to judge? She was one of those strangers that paid him to watch him jerk off! If anything, she was the one that should be judged here.

“Uh…ye—yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’,” Viv confirmed with a slight bob of her head. Could this possibly be anymore awkward? Probably not, she thought, but she wasn’t really willing to find out, so she pushed on, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had settled over them. “I just want to make it clear that I’m not, like…judgin’ yeh for it, or anything, Harry. For what yeh do to make money. Honestly, if I looked half as good as you do, I’d be doin’ the same thing. And I’m one of the pathetic fucks that pays to watch yeh jerk off, so I’m not exactly in any position to criticise, am I? And I’m sorry if I’ve made things weird by tellin’ yeh that I know, but I really don’t like to lie to people if I don’t have to. Whether or not yeh still want to see me, you’re friends with Liam, yeah? So I’d spend time with yeh occasionally, anyway. And I don’t think I could’ve carried on very long carryin’ that around with me. And I don’t want yeh to think that I see yeh any differently now that I’ve put it together. You’re still the Harry the I’ve been gettin’ to know over the last week. I still think you’re great and funny and kind. And I’d really like to keep gettin’ to know yeh, if yeh’d let me. Or if it’s too weird for yeh for me to know, then that’s okay, too. Whatever yeh want, Harry. I just—”

She was very aware that she was rambling at that point, but she couldn’t stop it. It was just spilling out like a leaky faucet. She’d actually run out of breath, so she had to pause to fill her lungs, but Harry stopped her before she could get going again.

He scooted toward her on the couch almost timidly, but there was also a sort of resolve in his eyes that made them sparkle. He reached a hand out to place on her bright red cheek, letting the tips of his fingers sift through her hair. Her breath stuttered in her throat, and Harry watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing at it lightly. He nearly groaned as he saw the tip of her pink tongue dart out to lick over it and guide it in. After everything she’d just word vomited, he still found her much too attractive for his own good.

“Viv?” he asked, his voice quiet after the loud, prolonged rambling of Viv’s voice.

Vivian gulped before responding. “Yeah?”

“Just…be quiet for a second, yeah?.

The look in his eyes was a it intense, so Viv squeaked out, “Okay.”

Before she could really understand what was happening, she felt Harry’s lips press against her own, warm and soft and tasting just like mint.