Our Curse (Remake)

Friend

Awaking, for him, was as if after being stomped by the cow, maybe even buffalo - his head sore, lacking any major thoughts, his eyes blinded, though soon he learned it was actually dark, and limbs, his arm especially, numb. Eventually, whether he wanted that or not, blinking his eyes, he endeavored to stay focused, although once having the urge to wipe his eyelids, he'd found himself unable to, due to the tied hands.

At that point, having more than one question, he'd taken into sight the surroundings, and shortly, detected Hiccup, sitting with her crossed legs just off, by the bonfire that split them, her face expressing a serenity he'd never expected from her. Subsequently, likewise, she'd caught sight of him, being awake, and waved, within rather a beam, to which he'd responded with a narrow of his eyes, before, sighing, the woman stood up, and anon, drew near him, leaning her side at the same tree he'd been laying under.

"Good midnight, buddy," she greeted, the grin only brightened, whilst his forehead gained on lines. "The moon's up, so should ya."

"I fucking hate you," he rasped and lifted his hands, circled by the rope for her to eye. "What's that for?"

"So ya'd not get any dense ideas," she declared, crossing her arms atop her chest and gazing downward at him. "For instance, chargin' at me for knockin' ya out."

"You've knocked me out?!" he yelled, straightening at once, regretting it once his head spun, and he must have fought the wave of pain. "I swear, when I'll get out-,"

"Ya'll do nothin' more, than bein' grateful for patchin' ya up," she interrupted him, not much concerned with the glare he'd bestowed her with. "Moreover, even try somethin', and I promise, I'll have to get to patchin', again," she threatened, circling in her hand his very knife, which, just hours ago, was against her very neck. "Pretty, of my work. I understand ye've stolen it, the day ye've visited?"

"I plead not guilty," he replied, wearing a smirk that resembled hers, and whilst the seriousness clouded his features, asked, raising his hands, "Now, could you take it off? I swear to not try anything."

At the start skeptical, Hiccup studied him, her head tilted at him, although at last, she kneeled down to his level, and applying the blade to the ropes, warned, "I'd better not regret it, otherwise ya'll obtain the knife penetrated through yer throat," before snapping them at once.

Thereafter, the grin faded from her face as she moved back to the previous spot by the fire, while the man massaged the skin of his wrists, bruised upon being tied, his eyes never dropping off the woman, who was very aware of that. Had been staring at the blaze, that had extinguished over the flow of time, even if so merely, she dropped a couple of branches into it, enlightening it at once, wearing an apathetic expression, which hadn't suited her, at all.

At a certain stage, the man, albeit weakened, followed her within standing up, and looming nearer the bonfire, although haven't seated down, but rather gaped at her from over the sparkles, and spotting that, Hiccup returned the gaze and glanced at his shoulder. Himself curious, the man eyed his arm either, at that point, not very surprised when witnessing the bandage, which was wrapping the skin, as well as the tunic being ripped off, partly.

"I haven't been able to save it," Hiccup clarified as if reading his mind, what confounded him at once. "The material was glued to the skin, and I'd to cut it, in order to not have to cut off the whole arm."

In the very beginning indifferent, then amused, the man snorted, and explained his behavior, "You must have had a hard time, deciding it over," his mouth curved into a smirk.

"Well, I won't pretend, the thought has crossed my mind," she confessed and chuckled, whilst the man joined her, soon after. "I'll fetch a new tunic by tomorrow."