Emerald eyes, filled to the brim with utter and pure raw wilderness. And yet so terribly familiar.
Tap, thunk, tap thunk.
He heard himself oddly walking, though he couldn't discern the reason, didn't feel anything out of place. All he felt was a rough, thick surface in his palm, like a warm wall covered in scales. A pitch black wall.
The only sign, indicating he wasn't rendered blind, was the pair of brute, feral forest-green eyes, staring him like a helpless prey.
And yet, he didn't feel scared at all. Just the opposite, he felt a crying of belonging.
The word home seemed to be made for this situation.
A warm, fuzzy breath tickled his nose and sent a wave of joy through his body. This was followed by a soft growl, more sounding like the purr of a cat.
The hypnotic eyes started to slide down, softly narrowing until leaving his vision, leaving him alone in the cold, empty solitude. A mocking reflection of what the word home is to him.
Coldness spread like a disease, bitter fear striking, choking him. His lips parted, tried to create a cry of distress, a muted cry of distress echoing in the hollow chamber. A futile beg for warmth, safety, home.
The warmth returned, but in a brutal way, heating him up- no,
Burning him up.
The blackness was promptly exchanged with a bright light torturing his eyes. The silent growl appeared again, though it turned into a painful screech. It broke his heart, hearing the poor distressed... Green eyes. Almost intense enough to forget his own, hopeless situation.
The bright, white light biting his skin. Biting deeper. Burning his skin into fading ash.
He'd prefer it, any other day, over those eyes, pitch black eyes, observing his misery behind the agonizing source of fire. A glint of glee flashes with the flames. Those eyes enjoy his agony.
A hand.
Another painful screech filled his ears. But unlike the first time, he understood the intention
Run!
He looked for the source of the warning.
The ugly hand came nearer.
Run!!
Another screech.
He tried to follow the warning, but he had no control over his feet. Did he even possess feet in this hollow space?
The nearing big human paw scared him more than the biting fire on his skin. He backed away. There was no wall stopping him, so why couldn't he move?
He panicked, struggling against his fate, thrashing, but that didn't stop the hand from moving towards him. He watched in utter horror, as the hand could practically touch him.
But didn't.
The last screech left his bones trembling and with a speed he couldn't foretell, the hand clawed his arm brutally, leaving a nasty scratch to bleed.
Hiccup!!
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The Hidden World
FantasyHttyd (modern) AU Hiccup lives together with his two best friends and studies at the most highly seen university. His life seems almost perfect, until a stranger breaks into their apartment and changes his life upside down. On the lookout for answer...
