Assorted Mericcup/Jackunzel

New World, New Girl

Hey, you awesome people! I'm sorry that I haven't started this, but there were so many other stories pulling at my brain and I just had to get them out there. So here's my first shortie. P.K. 45 (P.S. It's a Mericcup. Duh!!)

Hiccup's Pov

Astrid. She was over in England. While I was here, in the New World. I had been here for a year and yet, I still missed her like I had just left yesterday. But that didn't mean that I didn't like someone else.

I had met her during the winter. Her family was from Scotland and had sailed here right before the harvest. No one had seen them that much. But the first time I saw her wasn't exactly romantic or wonderful.

"Hiccup! Can you go out and get some firewood?" My father called. I rolled my eyes and slipped on my deer hide jacket, considering it was the the middle of winter.

I headed outside and I scowled. The wood box was empty. That meant that I had to go chop some. And I couldn't lift an axe for anything.

I headed over to the forest that skirted the small village. As I walked into the forest, I heard something. It kind of sounded like...............crying? I went deeper into the woods. A patch of fiery red hair led me to a crying girl. She had bare feet that had turned as red as her wild curls. And she was sobbing uncontrollably, which made everything worse.

"Are you alright, miss?" I asked, touching her shoulder. She looked up at me with bloodshot, teary eyes. But they were blue. Very blue. "No, I'm not alright. Ma da......he just..............died." She covered her face and continued to weep.

I knew how she felt. My mother had died on the ship on the way over. We were so close that I didn't speak for a month. "I'm so sorry." Was all I could say. She looked up at me and I felt like drowning in her sky blue gaze. "Merida." She murmured. Then she stood and started walking away. "Hiccup." I called to her back. For a split second, she seemed to freeze, but kept walking.

Ever since that day, I had been friends with her, even I felt like more than that. So today, I was going to tell her. I cleaned away the dishes from the table and rushed outside, throwing on my deer hide. I ran over to her cottage and saw her playing with her little brothers outside. Though it was early spring, there was still a chill in the air. But before I could get close enough, a horn sounded, calling everyone into the gathering house. Shoot!

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"These red skinned devils are killing more of us every day!" Said Stoic, my father, leader of the village. "We must cut them down before they kill our women and children!" Several voices shouted in agreement. It made my blood boil. I knew that the Indians weren't killing us without reason, like they were animals. I stood up and yelled, " It's not true!" Everyone's focus turned to me.

"They don't kill us without reason. They defend their lands and families, that's all! I know one of the Indians, and he would never hurt anyone unless they hurt him first. They call him Night Fury and he can speak English. He's my friend." The entire room gasped. My focus rested on Merida for a moment, who stared at me with determination and trust in her eyes. "You can banish me from the village, make sure that no one so much as gives me a glance, but let me go find my friend and he'll explain everything!"

My father glared at me darkly for several minutes, but then, he nodded. "Will any of you go with my son?" He asked the small room. Silence. Then Merida, in all her fiery glory, stood. "I'll do it." "Merida, I forbid you to go!" Her mother said firmly, trying to pull her down. She swatted the hand away and glared at her, with blue eyes blazing.

"I don't care if you forbid me or not, I'll not let the man I love get hurt or murdered. Even though he does speak the truth, I won't let any harm come to him or God help me, I won't live to the harvest." She turned to me with a sweet kind of sorrow in her eyes, as if she were scared at what I'd say. "I hope that he feels the same as I."

We walk out of the small gathering house and I grinned, wrapping my arm around her waist and caressed her cheek with the other, before we raced deep into the woods.

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Third Person Pov

Elinor looked sadly through the window. Her only daughter had run off into the woods with the village leader's son. She was the spitting image of her father. She had an unbroken spirit and a heart of gold, just like her dearly departed husband. She had been gone for a month and May Day, her favourite holiday, was on the morrow. And she prayed that her daughter would be present for the holiday, as a tear leaked from her eye.

"Mum, Mum!" One of her sons, Hamish, raced into the cottage. She wiped the tear off her cheek and straightened her back, which only bent over again. Hamish raced up to her and started jumping up and down, pulling on her skirt. "Mum, Merida's back! She's home!" Elinor's eyes went wide. "Merida." She had barely uttered the word before she raced outside and embraced her lost daughter.

"Hello, Mum." Merida murmured into her mother's dark brown hair. "Oh, Merida, I thought you'd be lost or dead." "Nonsense. I couldn't miss May Day, now could I?" She smiled at her aging mother, her gray streaked hair and warm brown eyes. "You would make the finest May Queen in all of the New World!" Elinor exclaimed.

Then her eyes wandered to a small bruise on her daughter's pale neck. Raising her chin, she said, "Merida, who gave you that mark?"

Merida's hand flew to her neck to touch the bruise. And the reddest of blushes, even more fiery than her untamed hair, flew onto her cheeks. And her mother knew all too well the scoundrel who had given the mark to her. And with that, she fainted.