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Post by Hiccup on Aug 26, 2017 19:58:56 GMT
To say that stress was eating the young chief alive would be a gross misrepresentation of what was actually going on inside his head. Anyone who saw him would say that he seemed to be doing alright, that he was as stable and well put together as he ever was, but the hurricane that was raging through his mind was relentless, with no eye in sight, and the surface was only a mask for the turbulence that he felt almost constantly these days. With the threat from Viggo and this...Titan army...And the threat from within his own village...It was a battlefield on every side of him, and he was standing unarmed in the midst of it all.
He was in his room, sketching diligently at the plans that he'd been working on for a new structure to accommodate all the visitors that had been coming and going from Berk recently, it was a complicated build, but one that would be advantageous in the end, he felt, they had the dragon hangars, and this concept wasn't all that different, it would just house people instead. Toothless was curled up close to the young man, protectively close, he'd been that way quite a lot as of late, especially clingy, especially protective, Hiccup knew that it was because the dragon knew about the things he'd heard...There was something horrifying about the fact that the Night Fury had to protect him from his own people...Hiccup sighed and set the pencil down, sliding out of his chair to sit with his back against the dragon's side, knees drawn to his chest as he hid his head there.
Toothless gave a worried croon and curled his body tighter around the young chief, not saying anything, only offering his prescence for the moment. WORDS: 000 TAGS: 000 NOTES: "Speech"
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Post by Valka Haddock on Aug 26, 2017 22:54:47 GMT
Valka had been told by Henry to talk with her son... she knew it wasn't about this Gustav ordeal, but Henry did make it sound urgent... she already knew she needed to talk to Hiccup, after their camping trip conversation, it was only about Dagur's... events she knew about. She wa s dealing with her own problems as well as a good portrait of Chief work ... and she was still adjusting to top it off. She found herself making her way to her sons room, having waited a week after Henry's scolding, during the evening she came into her sons room and sat on his bed, forcing a smile as she looked at him, and then over to the pillow on his bed, noticing the dragon on the head stand. She grabbed it as she spoke, petting it, "So... you've seemed a bit off lately." She said softly, eyes on the toy.
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Post by Hiccup on Aug 26, 2017 23:09:26 GMT
When Valka slipped quietly into the room, Toothless glanced up at her, then turned to gently nudge the side of Hiccup's head so he would look up as well. He gasped when he saw her, struggling to his feet before trying to look like he wasn't just curled up in a damn near fetal position against his dragon, "Mom!" He cleared his throat, shuffling a little bit before going to sit back in the chair, playing with the pencil as he pointedly avoided her gaze, "off? I guess...All this mess with Viggo's got me spun up." He ran a hand through his hair, "but it's fine, I'm fine. We'll figure this out and everything will be okay!" He said this with a little too much force in his smile, before it dropped and he sighed, going to sit next to her, "Mom...What do you do when it feels like you're facing a battle from every side you turn?" He looked up at her, "when it feels like...Everyone is holding a dagger at your back...But you're blind and you can't see who..."
Toothless crossed the room to sit beside him, looking up at him as he sighed, "off is putting it mildly..." He was still being guarded, "it feels like I'm losing little pieces of myself every day...And I'm trying to hold on to what I have left but...I'm starting to forget what...That feels like...What being the person I was felt like..." He gave her a long look, biting the bottom of his lip with an expression like he wanted to say so much more, but the words were stuck behind the wall he's spent so long building up, he could feel the cracks though, the need to cry for help was getting difficult to bear. WORDS: 000 TAGS: 000 NOTES: "Speech"
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Post by Valka Haddock on Aug 27, 2017 1:05:45 GMT
The woman grabbed her son's hand gently, after placing the dragon toy in his lap. "When you're closed in with battles on all sides, you pull everyone you trust next to you, and you pick a direction, and you fight. You can't just swing by yourself and expect nothing to close in." She said softly, meeting his eyes with ... well she didn't know what she herself was feeling.
"I know it's hard being chief. I know it's hard leading dragon's, and this Viggo ordeal is just another layer on an endless cake of trouble... but how can you do all this on your own? The answer is," She put her hands on his cheeks, bringing his head forwards so their foreheads were almost touching, her smile becoming more visibly forced, "You can't. You have to let the people around you know what's going through your head or it builds up and becomes yet another layer." She kissed his forehead for a long moment, nod then pulled back, "I know it's a lot to ask, but right now I want you to start from the beginning and spill." template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Hiccup on Aug 27, 2017 1:40:23 GMT
Hiccup looked at her for a long time, swallowing a thick feeling in his throat, he smiled a little when she set the stuffed dragon in his lap, picking it up with all the care in the world and looking it over, "what if...What if one of those directions means fighting people you thought were your friends?" It wasn't like he even knew where to begin fighting that battle, because he didn't know who to fight, should he focus on Viggo and come to that when it happened? It brought even more questions to his mind, and he felt the weight on his shoulder grow heavier.
When she brought her forehead to his, he held the stuffed dragon closer to his chest, feeling his damn cracking more, and when she kissed his forehead, it felt like it finally broke.
"It's...Hard...To start there..." He ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know how much anyone has told you about...About Dad...About me..." He ran a hand over his face, "it's difficult...Because...For five years...He was the man I always wanted him to be...At least...Mostly...But for fifteen years before that..." He moved, sitting back against the headboard of his bed, "it's hard growing up hearing nothing but...But everyone telling you that you're the worst viking in the village, that you'll never amount to anything..." He looked to the side, "Dad planned to pass the title of chief to Snotlout for the longest time, because I wasn't good enough...Because he thought I would never be good enough...Took me almost killing myself to finally be worth it in his eyes..."
Toothless came to rest his head on the bed beside Hiccup, crooning softly, "There was never a point where I asked for any of the praise and recognition that I have, I never asked for any of this...I never asked to be elevated to where I am...And now that I'm here...I feel my mistakes ten-fold, because now everyone is looking at me, and they expect so much..." He sunk his head into his hands, rubbing them through his hair, "but I'm just one man, I'm not some dragon master, I'm not some...Amazing...Entity...I'm just a hiccup...And people hated me for it for so long...It took me almost dying for anyone to see that I had any worth...But...Now I can't see it." He looked up at her, "and they're starting to doubt me again..."
His voice cracked a little as he spoke, looking down over the toy in his arms before pulling it close, "I've heard whispers, I don't know who started them...I don't know who's involved...But that want to kill me...They want me gone...They don't think I can do it and...I'm starting to wonder if maybe they're right..." He swallowed, "I don't sleep, I don't eat, I'm just...s-so tired...And it's killing me, Mom...It's killing me..." He hid his face, not wanting her to see the tears in his good eye. WORDS: 000 TAGS: 000 NOTES: "Speech"
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Post by Valka Haddock on Aug 27, 2017 3:28:21 GMT
Valka was shocked at this... Not just the fact her son was dealing with people... possibly planning a fatal coo, but that her own husband had... treated him like some lamb! Some black sheep among the herd! She quickly grabbed her son against her, hugging him tight as she clenched her jaw, body tense as she did this. "I don't know what I can offer in form of strategy... but you can always trust your mother Hiccup... I should have been here for you all those years, I hate to speak ill of the dead but I would have slated the whole villiage myself if any dare treat you as such. Your father included. I can't believe... I always knew what kind of man he was, but I never thought he'd take it so far..." she let out a shaky sigh, hanging her head, "War plans will be put on hold until issues at home are solved. Wherever those rumors came from we deal with together..." She gripped both his hands tightly, looking him in the eyes, "As a family." template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Hiccup on Aug 28, 2017 22:52:30 GMT
### words for @tag "Hiccup" - "Toothless" A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI His good eye widened in surprise when she pulled him close, followed by a tired sigh as he relaxed into her arms and slipped his around her in turn, hiding his face against his shoulder, "I know...I trust you...Just like I trust Astrid, Fishlegs...All of them..." He let out a soft breath, it was a small comfort, no matter what the rest of the village did he had an inner circle of people who had been with him through Hel and high water, "I'm just more afraid than I care to admit...I've faced down countless threats but...How do you fight an enemy you can't see?" If he knew exactly who was involved this would be easily dealt with, but all he had were whispers, and he couldn't act against the whole village if only a small few were involved.
"I loved him, and I miss him...But I miss him more for the fact that I was only just starting to get to know him...A-and he was only just starting to really know me." He shook his head, looking down, "I can't forgive him for what he did to me...But he was trying to make it right...And that's what hurts the most...He'll never get to...My father for all of his flaws was a good man..." He reached a hand to wipe at his tears, "I choose to remember him like that."
There was a visible relief when she mentioned calling off the war plans, and he sighed, "I still have to focus on Viggo, I know more about him than I do these rumors." He looked serious, "And they could be just that, rumors, whispers, but Viggo is real, Viggo is a flesh and blood threat. We're not ready to go to war, but we have to keep fighting." He put his hands over hers when she rested them on his cheek, "as a family."
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