Requested by thehttydblog

Hiccup’s eyes

 Favorite movies → ”How to train your dragon” (2010)

               ”You — you do?”

   ❝ —- - why are you so surprised? ❞

            "Well -- it seems. . . pretty unlikely."

Bite Me;;

Hungry, tired and pissed off. Those were the exact words to describe what Hiccup was feeling. The last two supermarkets he went by were as good as nothing. Dead Ends. Sucked clean. Not even a single thing from the stalls. Hiccup was frustrated — edging on the brink of desperation for even the smallest cup of water. Alone, the boy drove. He was never comfortable with company — considering how much a bad company he was. All he had was his trusty pet Toothless. But even Toothless was bad company. They were, in a way, perfect for each other. But that wasn’t the problem right now. Their problem were supplies. His own ammo was slowly decreasing. The damn undead kept popping up like parasites. There was no safe place to be. No one you could trust.

Because they’d just leave you high and dry in the end. This thing — apocalypse, end of the world, rise of the undead — this changes people. God knew how much it changed him. Gone was the boy who was too afraid to hurt anyone, gone was the one who wanted nothing but peace. That boy died when he was faced with the death of his loved ones. Everyone he knew and loved, gone. It was certainly a life changing moment for him. To watch the girl that he loved, Astrid, die by the hands — or mouth — of the same people he called friends. There was no more going back. Because everyone was dead. And the people that survived were just as terrible. They were like a bunch of animals with one thing in mind. The basic principle of survival; kill or be killed. He could almost find the humor in it. There was no peace — no order.

He was sure that no one alive at this point has never killed once or twice. It didn’t matter if the person they killed was living or nonliving. It didn’t make a difference by now. Hiccup came back from his thoughts as he spotted another run down supermarket. Hope filled him like a bolt of lightning but he diminished it just as quickly. For there was a huge chance that the supermarket would be like the old ones.

Parking the car in front of the entrance, he scoped the place. Searching for any signs of life, dead or otherwise. Finding none, he took the nine millimeter handgun from his holster, checking the bullets. Hearing a low growl from his companion, he shushed him. Trying not to attract unwanted attention.

Silently, he got out of his car and went inside the store, his gun at the ready. A slim dagger strapped at his belt. He walked in swiftly — or as swiftly as he could. He was surprised that this supermarket had stock compared to the last two. In his surprise happiness, he knocked down a stack of canned goods on the floor. Hearing a warning from behind him, he stilled. His heart beat fast, sweat trickled down his forehead as he turned to the person. Seeing the redhead point an arrow at him made him a bit wary. Returning the gun in his holster, leaning on the stall. “Why?” He asked in a carefree, wistful voice. 

Great.

This was what she needed, then. “Visitors” to her humble abode, as the saying went. Though more like unwanted disruptions, really. And it just had to be a living, didn’t it? Whatever supernatural entities there were to preside over their hell hole of a planet just loved to torture her. The dead were so much easier to put up with— and they didn’t make suck irritatingly snide remarks.

Merida’s grip tightened as she gave the boy a begrudging glare. “Har-har.” Her tone was something less than flat. It seeped a bit of cold hatred. She hadn’t the time for the energy to deal with such a whimsical boy. How she wished he was a mindless drone like the rest of them. Then she could leave an arrow embedded in his skull and be on her merry way without so much as a second thought. 

Alright, so it had been a bit of a ‘rough’ day for her so far.

The only thing, perhaps, that got her to lower her bow was the snarl of the beast by his side. She wasn’t dealing with this today. Let him turn and put a bullet in her for letting them go free if he so wished it, though that would be on his conscience not hers. The redhead scowled for an extended moment and muttered something inaudible under her breath. She placed the arrow back in its place and turned away from them. She turned her attention back to rearranging the items in her bag to optimize the little spacing issue she seemed to be having.

Hopefully he would just go away.

Hiccup knew he should have left it as it was. She was no longer a threat. She didn't want anything to do with him. She was leaving him alone. And any kind of normal person would take what they wanted and go along too. But the fact that Hiccup hadn't really talked to anyone in over a year made it difficult for him to ignore the opportunity of human interaction.

The growl of Toothless made him snap out of his thoughts. With a flick of his wrist, his pet began bouncing off another location. He stared at her back once she turned away, her attention obviously on something else. Without meaning to, he began to speak. "So, not much of a talker huh? That's cool. I'm not much of a listener, myself."

It was pretty weird for him, he supposed.That before he was a shy awkward kid and now he was a regular Joe.

"I see that you like to be alone. That's cool. But no one wants to really be alone, y'know? It's kind of a weird thing. I mean, it'll make you crazy if you keep to yourself. You won't even know how to talk by then. You'll be an animal." As he chattered, not sure if she was listening or not, he had a shopping basket with one hand and was putting items inside. Toothless was somewhere deeper in the supermarket, barking happily. 

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                        “Wot on earth didja eat??”

            "Fish. Very bad fish." 

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"Oh, I’m fine! Bit of a rocky landing!  Hello there!  I didn’t greet you before but I figured now would be a good time and I’m rambling, aren’t I?  Sorry, not use to people actually seeing me more. "

      "You're . . . the tooth fairy." That's the only thing processing in his mind right now. 

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—; “Ah’m not actually,” She stuggled to breathe in her oh so charming dress that her mother had forced her into. She waved at the teen to come over, “Come over ‘ere Hic, an’ help me out, Ah can’t breath!”

"W -- What?" Wide eyes stared at the redhead as the boy stood awkwardly. "You w-want help from m-me?" Of course Hiccup thought the whole thing was awkward and really uncomfortable but he didn't like it when people get snappy. "O - Okay."

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          “Kristoff, huh? Weird name. My name’s Hiccup.”

"My name is weird? You’re named after something people do if they eat too fast."

         "Yeah well, parent's believe that having a horrible name frighten gnomes and trolls." 

       ❝ i miss you. ❞

               "You -- you do?"

why do princess diaries movies give me so many rotbtd feels?

Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

If we RP a romantic relationship:

I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a relationship is. They can love each other, but that doesn’t mean they get along or are happy all the time. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad and worried or fight. Them being happy and loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me.

me too, Hiccup