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It was a good thing he'd moved to Green Arrow Estates, because Hiccup had a feeling he'd otherwise have ended up hiding a pallet under the forge's work bench to sleep on. While he was the one who used it the most, Hiccup had a feeling it would push the boundaries to camp out in what was essentially public property. Now he could walk here any time he liked and work as it suited him.

It was early evening now and he sat comfortably on the table, tinkering with a box he was making, adjusting the hinges. It was fastidious but easy work to make several plain boxes for his jewelry students to embellish and his attention had long been completely absorbed into the repetition of the task.