Day 14
I looked over at Hiccup, as he was making his usual drawings as he sat on that boulder of his. It was the same routine again this morning, me out in the lake to bathe, while he just sat there drawing.
He grabbed more sand from beside the boulder, laid it onto the stone in front of him, then added more detail to his drawing.
What did he think about while drawing? What was he drawing? Was he thinking of... Battle plans or strategies, then drawing diagrams of them? I'm only assuming that because, well, that's what he mainly talks about with me.
I swam around, trying to get at an angle where I could see what he was drawing. But I couldn't seem to be able to see anything.. Then I dove into the water, swimming closer to the shore, where Hiccup sat on the boulder.
As the water got shallower, I got down onto my stomach, crawling on the lake floor. As I got close enough as I could towards him, I scooped a handful of cold, lake water up. I snickered, as I splashed the water at Hiccup.
"Wah!" He suddenly tensed, as the water hit his sand-grain made skin. He fell back, but quickly disappeared. His grains of black sand built his form up again, sitting him on the boulder. Some of his skin and clothing was glittering, probably because those grains were wet now.
I laughed, scooting backwards. Hiccup then turned around, facing me. He got off the boulder, then stepped into the water. He looked down at me, a smirk slightly forming on his face. He suddenly kicked a small wave of water at me. As I got washed over by the small wave, I scooted back more. I splashed Hiccup back, then grabbed his only ankle and yanked him into the shallow water with me.
He yelped as he was pulled under and I dragged him farther out into the lake. When I let go, he popped up from the water. I could see his skin shimmering, along with his clothing.. I could also see the shapes of the grains of sand he was made out of. His clothes didn't even look wet, just shiny. Even all those details of leather armor he wore over his shirt, with the straps, didn't look rusted or worn.. Then again, probably because they are made of sand grains..
He splashed me, as I began splashing him back. A full-out splashing war went down. Hiccup finally stopped, looking at me. I just looked back at him.
Small waves from the previous splash war swerved around us and sometimes over our shoulders. I broke the tension by just flicking a drop of water at his face. He blinked as it landed on his eyelid, then he smiled at me. I honestly think this is the first time I've seen Hiccup be really playful.
"Where'd your guitar go?" I mumbled out the question. He raised an eyebrow, "My what?"
"Your guitar," I said, "when I first met you, you had a guitar with you.."
"What-" Hiccup raised his arm into the air and from his palm formed a dark black guitar, the same one he had in the tree when I first met him. "-this old thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, that." I replied, pointing to the hand-made (Ha, I know, I kill myself) guitar that he held above his head. "How'd you learn how to play it anyway?"
The guitar faded into its black sand, then traveled down into Hiccup's palm and also down his arm, down his sleeve. "You learn a couple things, after watching generations grow for thousands of years.."
I snickered, "Stalker," I said, pushing his shoulders, I suddenly brought my hands back. "Agh! Jeez.." I exclaimed, looking at my hands. The tips of my fingers burned, and were injected by dark sand.
"That's what you get," Hiccup said, "here, let me help you.."
I held out my hands to him, and he leaned down, and blew across them. Black sand traveled with his breath, but it didn't hurt me. It just traveled over my hands, collecting the black sand that had injected my fingers. The little cloud of black sand traveled around my head, my gaze following it. It finally floated over to Hiccup and he breathed the cloud back in.
