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Post by Hiccup on Aug 7, 2017 1:18:34 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] To love to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming [attr="class","itokaytext"]Avoiding wasn't the right word to use, he wasn't necessarily avoiding Astrid or Kris, it was more the fact that he'd gotten incredibly caught up in the aftermath of returning home, of getting Toothless home, and then he'd gotten wrapped up in the task of drawing up the schematics for an entirely new saddle, seeing as Viggo had burned the old one and removed the other half of Toothless' tail. Working out a full tail prosthetic had been fairly easy, all that was left at this point was to build it, but there were a few tweaks to the final drawings that needed to be done...He really needed to talk to Kris and Astrid...
He was hunched over his drawing table, tongue poking out with a candle burning as he made quick sketches, drawing required more concentration now than it used to now that he was adapting to being half blind, the injury had mostly healed by now, into a distinct scar that left the eye a silvery color, hidden by an eye patch of decorated leather. Adapting had been going alright, though his depth perception was completely shot for the time being, and more than once he'd gone to shake someone's hand or put something on a shelf and missed completely.
He really needed to talk to Astrid and Kris...
They would be angry, he knew they would be, because he'd left without speaking a word to either of them, he owed them both an apology.
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kristen
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Post by kristen on Aug 8, 2017 2:41:35 GMT
 Angry didn't even begin to describe the raw, searing rage that was building in the blonde's body as she saw the candlelight softly eminating from Hiccup and Valka's hut. That light showed that a certain someone was there, and that they had had multiple chances to either get her or their mutual friend Kristen and at least tell them he was alive.
Hiccup had run off again, alone as always and this time... it didn't sound like he had gotten away unscathed. Of course, the friends wouldn't know personally. They had only heard rumors of the injuries their Chief had sustained. Mostly, Astrid believed, because the man was--deep, deep down--terrified of the capabilities of the two women, especially when they were angry or scared for him.
"Kristen, I swear to the gods, if you don't get here soon I'm storming him alone." She swore under her breath, pacing furiously outside the large hut that housed the Chief and his mother. Luckily, though, right when Astrid started towards the double doors below the illuminated window, a glimpse of electric blue flashed out of the corner of her eye, and Astrid turned to grimly greet the girl wrapped in buckles and a pale colored tunic and skirt. Kristen huffed at her friend and nodded, and the blonde girl grabbed her arm and yanked gently, bursting through the doors and past a knowing Valka, upwards to Hiccup's room. The door burst open in front of the two young women, and both crossed their arms. Undistinguisable looks crossing their faces. They showed fear, anger, hurt, rage, and a lot more, so much you couldn't pick any individual feeling out--but the man in front of them had to know none of it was good.
"Well?" Astrid said, her voice shooting up six or so octaves at the end and wavering. She snapped her mouth shut after, grinding her teeth and willing herself not to cry. She knew if she talked anymore, she would break down, so she glanced at Kris, who put a hand on her friend's shoulder. NOTES :: LOLZ I STOLE THIS SORRY LMAO | COUNT:420 TAG:HiccupOUTFIT:linkNOTES:
"talking"'thought' | Kristen had been feeding the dragons when the time for her to meet with Astrid had come. She rushed through the stables at the arena, shoving food into each enclosure and making sure to pat each dragon's snout affectionately, with a soft sad smile. She would be the one handling most--if not all--the training of dragons on Burk for the indefinate future, since Hiccup had apparently sustained bad injury on his last fight. A fight he had run off alone to fight, might she add. She growled to herself as she headed out, locking up the large double doors and looking up towards the dying light crossing the sky. She had about an hour left to clean the arena and finish her chores before she had to meet the blonde. The rapidly growing darkness coated the caged arena with a thick black, and Kristen hissed out, being forced to light a torch just to see as she raked across the large dirt-filled place. She whistled shrilly, and her friend--a recently tamed pink nadder she hadn't named yet--came through the door, flicking it's tail and tilting it's head at her. She hadn't decided if she would take this beauty as her dragon, as she was still quite fearful of the species, but she appreciated the lifts the beautiful beast provided, and how patient the girl was.
Kristen spent the remainder of the hour playing around with her friend and finishing her chores, trying to calm the bubbling anger and hurt building up in her chest. Finally, she had put the meeting off as long as possible, and she climbed onto the pink nadder gently and easily, clicking her tongue and shooting from the arena to meet Astrid.
Getting there wasn't the issue, being dragged into the house wasn't the issue. It was Astrid's face when she couldn't finish her question. Kris laid her hand on the blonde girl's shoulder and shot her a reassuring look, before glaring at Hiccup, hurt the most dominant emotion displayed on her face. "Why didn't you come to us? Why didn't you tell us Hic? We were worried sick when you and Toothless vanished, and then your leg and toothless both showed up without you. We thought you died. Astrid and I were even making funeral plans. Funeral plans Hiccup. Why didn't you even come to us when--" Her throat closed up and she choked on the last part of her sentence. Both girls stared at him, waiting for something--anything to come out of his mouth. |  |
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Post by Hiccup on Aug 8, 2017 3:36:31 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] To love to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming [attr="class","itokaytext"]He felt his skin prickle and he jumped when the door was bust down, taking in a sharp gasp of hair in response as he turned an eye on them, the other was covered now by a more permanent eye patch, rather than bandages as before. He swallowed hard, knowing full well why they were both here, and they had every right to be looking at him that way, every right to be so angry at him for being so reckless, the same way he always was.
He opened his mouth to speak, to answer Astrid, before Kris cut in and spoke words that they were probably both thinking anyway, and he felt the guilt eating away at him more as they spoke, he hated seeing them hurt like that, more so because he knew that he was the one who caused it. He sighed and got to his feet, looking at them both before his eye wavered to the floor, "it was stupid." He started, then stopped, as if pondering his words, "I didn't tell anyone where I was going because I knew if I did...I'd be followed...And I couldn't rick anyone else being hurt because of me." He turned his eye up at them and looked a little desperate, "Toothless was taken and hurt because of me, because of the things I said to him...I couldn't let anyone else be hurt because I was stupid."
His face softened a little in the next moment though, and he sighed, stepping a little closer to them, "but I hurt you both, and that...That's not okay." He felt his breath hitch a little before he pulled them both into a tight hug, feeling his remaining eye brimming with tears as he held on to them like he was afraid they'd vanish if he let go, "I should have talked to you both sooner, I should have...Done something...I'm sorry." He knew an apology didn't do much to fix what he'd done, but he hoped his voice conveyed the feelings that his words couldn't quite make right.
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