Today's morning was shaping up to be a rather gloomy day, when the first rays of sunlight were blocked by gray clouds, the wind blew the trees, scattering their needles around the whole island, and the rain poured, shrouding the soil all over with puddles of mud. Hence, Hiccup wasn't even capable of getting out of her bed, being tangled with her sheets and bearing soreness of her muscles that appeared after spending nearly the entire, yesterday evening on the fruitless attempts of flight.
The only thing she yearned, at that point, was to curl, wrapped by the warmth of the woolen cloth, and grab some shuteye, and thus, lose sight of everything, the matters, the world, the problems, having only darkness in her view. Alas, her desires couldn't be fulfilled, because once the sounds of raindrops, hitting the coverage of her window, vanished, being taken the place by the heavy footsteps outside the door of her room, she knew whose they were instantly, and she groaned, annoyed.
Almost directly, the entrance was outspread, and thought it loomed Stoic, wearing that stoical look of his, puckering his eyebrows when glimpsing the young woman, gazing at him drowsy as if she just wakened, what was the actual truth. Straight away, she was ordered to stand up, and when she didn't listen, even more, turned away from the source of the voice, her father made her by force, grinning satisfied afterward, as his daughter, swaying on her exhausted feet, glared at him, vexed.
Eventually, the man left, making it possible for Hiccup to dress, and while obeying that, as she pulled the leather, black pants on her legs, sitting by the bed, she leaned backward, plastering her back to the mentioned furniture, dozing off at the spot. What was supposed to be the quick, five-second-long close of her eyes, came about to be almost an hourly, sound snooze, by which end, she was left beyond surprised, by why she was even allowed for one.
The enigma solved itself when while coming down the stairs, rubbing her eyes, she did not glimpse even a peek of her father inside the lower part of their home, and instantly, assumed that the man must have gone for his daily, chief duties. At the reminder of those, she remembered her own, awaiting her, and then, having at the back of her head the idea of these, reluctantly she took care of her breakfast - the only thing she could've focused on, at that point.
After consuming the single, boiled egg, and one piece of bread, smeared with butter made from cow's milk, that somehow, tasted like soft, goat's cheese, she led the way to the arena, already late to begin with. Notwithstanding the fact, that it was that occasional day when she didn't have to ridicule herself in everybody's eyes, the notion of heading there wouldn't make her hurry much, rather the opposite, the concept of not being there on time was even pleasurable in her mind.
Ultimately, in spite of her sluggish gait, at last, she must have arrived at the spot, at once receiving Gobber's - her uncle's and mentor's - disapproving glare, proceeded by the words of lecture, followed by the firm grasp in her forearm that dragged her all the way to the arena's observing site. Hence, she watched the occurring action there, which was the group of young adults the age, more or less, similar to her, taking a fight with not just one, but a few of the spike-full dragons, resembling the one she dealt with just yesterday.
Although, unlike her, the quoted adults passed their training a long time ago, that was rather an usuality to witness them in the arena, rehearsing the confrontations, while owning the permission to engage in the dragon's raiding. That said, Gobber seamlessly would share the arena with them, for the simple permission for his students, she being his oldest, to observe them for learning reasons, but also, much to youngsters' enthusiasm.
Thus, from late morning, toward the evening, having to put up with the mocking of the teens, ignoring most of them, Hiccup must have watched the people, who regularly would have reminded her of every, life mistake ever made. Eventually, when the nail, that she had been scratching against the stone the whole time, broke, at last, she actually glanced at them, from one to the other, her eyes lifelessly ricocheting the various pieces of the arena.
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Our Curse (Remake)
Fanfic"You want to get rid of this?" he exclaimed, pointing at himself, in a gesture of meaning the curse, but also himself, generally. "If so, then we must work together for that." "To work together, there must be, at least, some trust," she noted, fixin...
