Our Curse (Remake)

Warden

One would have thought, that such a lengthy day, as Hiccup Haddock had just lived through, composed of fright, wrath, and agony, must have, in final, come to an end, however, that one would have been much in wrong. For that, was just mere hope in the woman's mind, who laying on the mattress, the thickness of rabbit's skin, was in a state of half-sleep, with her eyes open, although it was crushed, once she awaken, at the very sound of an explosion nearby.

With rather difficulty, she managed to bolt toward the entrance of the room, even though her numb legs gave out on her, resulting in an unstable pace, until having reached the door handle, she leaned her body weight on it, before crossing the frame. Behind it, what Hiccup took in sight first, was the flames outside the forge, somewhere around a few meters from it, the group of Vikings fighting with the fire, each maintaining rather a mad expression, but also, capsized pillar, the probable reason for the blaze.

Not being troubled by the crisis much, Hiccup hurried to the deeps of the forge instead, much aware of Gobber who had a stand there already, and took the spot next to him, in a matter of seconds having to handle weaponry. Hence, for the following few hours, not a lot changed, and the woman either simply sharpened, repaired, or even constructed weapons, while each of her fingers acquired new blisters, imprints, and cuts.

As for the existing raid, in summary, it wasn't any different than the others - quite a deafening cacophony of roars and outcries, laced with the vistas of bloody soil, quarrels of everlasting enemies, and pure, vivid flames. Into such a view, mentioned lastly, Hiccup gaped currently, her eyes reflecting the deadly force of nature on them, until having enough, as her orbs dried bitterlyt, she shut them, pressing her fingers into her eyelids.

Only after a while, she opened them back, and just then, they locked on the sight, which was further beyond the war ground, where its placement had been a half-destroyed, barely standing, grand catapult tower. Although it shouldn't have much power over the woman, at the very view, Hiccup was stunned, wasn't much aware of anything beyond the tower, and on her mind appeared one, rather disturbing, worrisome thought.

Will he attend a raid? she questioned herself, and although the actuality of that occurring wasn't very likely, although the chances were rather by zero, the likelihood wasn't null, and that itself drove the woman mad. Ultimately, what brought her back to reality was the grindstone, against which she'd grated the entire sword's blade, but also, which had nearly ground her fingers, luckily, she'd reacted before that could've happened.

Rather fiercely flinching back, she'd stood dazed, for the span of a moment, before she took the decision, and having checked for Gobber's presence, also the amount of work she'd done - the baskets of flawless weaponry - she bolted out. The woman couldn't comprehend her decisions then, as if she'd mistaken common sense with an act of folly, as if she wasn't sure, whether she was correct or not, however, one was certain - she couldn't leave him just be, she couldn't allow herself for that mistake itself.

Hence, she ran, through the roads of the village, crammed with Vikings exhorting her to return, through the war ground itself, not taking any heed over the soaring blades and blasts, and through the forest, overgrowth to the extremely irksome point. It would've been rather bizarre, wherever Hiccup wouldn't topple at least once, that's why she did numerous times, to the point where her aching bones started opposing her, until appearing on the place.

The cove hadn't altered much, if not at all, however, the reason for that could've been the rather poor visibility, brought by the darkness of the night, thus, she didn't pester with looking around, and moved to her target, discernable at once. Hiccup glimpsed him seated by the tree, pine more precisely, having his back leaned against it, whilst in his hand she caught sight of that cursed book, which he seemed to read, notwithstanding the dim around.