touch the sky | hiccup haddock

✧ suck up

The tension in the great hall is higher than I've ever felt it, even back before we had dragons when we were searching for the nest. I'm not entirely sure why Mock hasn't left, but I've made sure to keep him away from the others. I feel like showing off that my dragon stayed with me while evyone else's left without a second thought is a little rude, epically considering the relationship Mock and I have. And by relationship I mean no respect or really any caring from his side.

"Snoggletog is not ruined!" Stoik stands onto the main table in the great hall. "We're Vikings!" He tries to encourage. "We've been perfectly happy celebrating without dragons for generations and there's no reason we can't do it again!" I can hear the teens all sigh out annoyed from beside me. I'm sitting on one of the tables in the back leaned against the wall and I'm not sure what my body launguage is telling others because it was not come and join me, yet here they all ended up.

"We're not sure where they've gone off to, but we have to have faith that they'll be back again soon. Am I right?" The Chief asks and earns minimal agreement from the rest of the people, with most of it coming from Gobber. "You're right!" I turn my attention to one of the other far corners where Gobber is decked out in greenery and colored lanterns. "We are tough!" He raises his peg arm that now has bells as its attachment. I scrunch my nose up embarrassed for the old man. "Most of the time," Gobber corrects when he realizes he's not protruding tough Viking right now, but happy holiday creep.

As soon as Gobber starts to get people singing is when I feel the need to leave. I push off from the wall just as the twins stand from their seats on the floor. "Let's go," I nod my head towards the exit. I don't have to turn around to know that they're all following me out.

"That was depressing," Ruff sighs as soon as we get far enough from the hall to no longer hear the off tune holiday music. "I know, I was looking forward to spending the holiday with Stormfly," Astrid groans from the other side of me. I keep my head down awkwardly knowing I can't sympathize with any of them since my own dragon is waiting for me back at home.

"What are you so happy about?" Tuff asks causing me to look up slightly guiltily. "Don't you miss Meatlug?" He asks Fishlegs and I relax thankful that it wasn't me he was talking to. Fishlegs looks up with a mix of surprise and guilt, much like the look I was wearing. "Oh yeah," he clears his throat before putting his head into his hands. "I miss him so much," he cries and I turn to Ruff and she's wearing the same distgusted look as me. "Goodnight," he cries before running towards his house on the far side of town.

I watch as the large boy runs down the street with has stubby legs. Before I can comment on Fishlegs's weird behavior Astrid gasps. "I have an idea! We should come up with a bunch of new holiday traditions! You know, to bury the sadness," she explains grinning from ear to ear. The only time Astrid isn't a psycho ax wielding lunatic is one: when she's trying to befriend me, which I assume will depart as soon as we're pitted against one another again, and two: around the holidays.

Everyone sighs not as thrilled as the blonde is at this newfound plan. She looks to Hiccup and I with hopeful eyes and I let mine drift away not wanting any part in this. Holidays have never been my favorite, I would rather pick all of Mildews cabbage patch, with my mouth, then celebrate a holiday that revolves around family. "Actually Astrid might be on to something," Hiccup caves causing me to roll my eyes. "Suck up," I cough under my breath making the twins laugh and Hiccup blush.

"That's all easy for you to say, your dragon can't go anywhere without you," Tuff reminds the brunette before nodding behind us all to the black dragon on the cliffs edge. I watch as toothless keeps looking out into the distance as if he wants to leave. "How about Mrs. Violence over here, her dragons still here too," Snotlout reminds and I roll my eyes. "Go ahead and hang with him, be my guest. You guys can braid your armpit hair," I bite out while letting my hands rest at my sides near my daggers. They all forget their dragons actually like them. Mine just tolerates me at best and I doubt that even.