Our Curse (Remake)

Hunter

The dark clouds swathed, either way, black, night sky, whereas the sound of blowing wind was drowned by the racket of bolts, which, again and again, illuminated the horizon with their white, blueish hue. Truly, the storm-like weather - one would've said, nevertheless, since the absence of any downpours, the forge was opened, merely the windows were locked, so as to avoid the ice-cold, ocean breeze from outside.

Even though there weren't many people to serve, Hiccup's forehead was overflood with sweat, as, whilst the freezing temperature outside, the building's inside was outright boiling, which may have led to some fainting. Such a situation, obviously, took place once - the woman was recompensated, of course, she received an unrestricted service, yet Hiccup'd not allowed Gobber to forget, once by once sarcastically mentioning the collapsing.

It must've passed a few hours before she'd received approval from Gobber to close the establishment, by quite a late evening, and handling it, whereas locking the last door, she was stopped when being approached, suddenly. At once, she'd recognized these short, jet hair, which was messed under the influence of wind, the shady blue eyes, as usual, bored into her, and the contorted stance of their owner, her peer, her family - Snotlout.

The truth was the woman, at that point, glimpsing the shattered axe in his grasp, could've denied the entrance, although having in mind her shock by his presence itself, also the matter of how he'd looked as if at lost, she allowed him inside. Leaving the gap in the door, she moved to rearward the counter, while the man hadn't lingered far behind, followed her at a hasty pace, and once being by the wooden board, handed Hiccup the mentioned weaponry.

Immediately, she'd taken a look at it, studied the crack of the blade, also the hardly withholding handpiece, and, barely deliberating more, she left for the depths of the forge, where she handled the reparation. Throughout the entire duration of it, the woman had felt the constant stare at herself, as if the blueish ocean itself drilled into the back of her head, although ultimately, once Snotlout talked, she'd not sensed any harshness in his voice, surprisingly.

"I've seen the combat with Zippleback," he acknowledged, his arms knotted atop his chest, "Good job."

What the man referred to, was the situation from today's morning, when having been in training, standing against the two-headed, chatty dragon of green scales, namely Hideous Zippleback, Hiccup managed to defeat him, rather handily. The trick, much simply, consisted of the usage of the eel, fatal, deathly, and slippery weapon, that chased the creature away, in a matter of seconds - finally, she'd not gotten much praise, after all, she'd not killed him as reckoned.

Not taking her eyes off the axe, not glancing at him even merely, she replied, "Thanks," and silence shrouded the space, until, after a rather juncture, lengthy and awkward juncture, Snotlout interrupted it, suddenly.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised of why ye're not killin'," he began, to which Hiccup reacted by rolling her eyes, prepared for an upcoming insult, which never came, oddly. "Myself, I was against it, previously."

"Oh, really?" Hiccup snorted, and peeked at Snotlout, who had his eyebrow lifted, his mouth curved into a smirk. "'s hard to believe."

"I may have shown it poorly, by those dense comments of mine, but seriously, I had my doubts," he stated, and soon, altered the tone of his voice, deeper, "That changed, once bein' a witness myself, of what these monsters are capable of, of what they're able to deprive of," whilst his face gained on closed-up expression.

Much aware, of what the man meant, the recollection of the burning ship, with the cold, familiar corpse onboard, replaying itself in her head, she nodded, and asked, "Ye're often missin' him?" pausing her job to gaze at him, although her body not moving an inch.