We may be a little broken Ch. 5After their spur-of-the-moment decision to just… fly over to the small island as fast as they could, they realized that going face-to-face against whatever was endangering the children of the world this time was not a good idea. At least not at the moment, with the girls still shaken up from the last attack and everyone just tired. Really tired.We may be a little broken Ch. 5 by infamousdream
While Rapunzel tried to calm Merida down, assuring her that the first times she flew she had been terrified as well, Jack watched Toothless sniff around the rocks. He could swear the dragon seemed nostalgic-melancholic-sad (he really couldn’t just pick one word for that expression) as he bumped against a couple rocks —ruins?— and stared off into the forest (full of those triangle-shaped trees, Jack guessed it snowed a lot around here; he didn’t particularly remember this island, though). The winter spirit went to crouch next to Hiccup, who had taken seat on an obviously shaped-by-man rock.
Even in such a human posi
We may be a little broken Ch. 4Rapunzel couldn’t care less about the kids not seeing Hiccup. At the moment, she was having trouble even caring about finding Pitch. She just felt hopeless.We may be a little broken Ch. 4 by infamousdream
Her hair was weighing her down and even her frying pan was heavy in her hand: she was alone-sad-sad-sad. She half-heartedly looked around and tried to smile at the kids that stared at her. She was scared of herself and her lack of caring —that wasn’t her—, but she couldn’t even bring herself to care enough about that. She wanted to be next to Merida and her pure strength, but she didn’t want to put that burden on her best friend, either.
Merida had always cared for her. When Rapunzel was barely fifty and still struggling with the whole spirit business, Merida had taken her under her wing with a smile and a hug. She pushed her to leave Corona and see the world, to meet her believers and have fun with the kids. She had helped her. Rapunzel needed to return the favor, and if the way to
We may be a little broken Ch. 3To start with a big cliché: something wasn’t right.We may be a little broken Ch. 3 by infamousdream
Hiccup had grown up in a war: he had seen looks like that before. But even in a village that had been at war for three hundred years, he had never seen that look on a seven-year-old kid. He thought he could understand Merida’s anger now, and his job wasn’t even remotely related to kids (not human ones, at least). It was also easy to see why Pitch was the first suspect (with, y’know, him being the Boogeyman and that whole Nightmares issue a while ago).
Hiccup still couldn’t believe it.
The look that kid was wearing wasn’t one of fear or even the tiredness that comes with a couple bad nights (he had seen more than enough of those too). It was so miserable and stoic, so the complete opposite of what a seven-year-old is supposed to be, it broke his heart. Not even the kids that had lost their parents looked like that back in Berk.
At the moment he was walking back to Toothless and fighting the urge
We may be a little broken Ch. 2Under the fur there was a kid, messy hair, freckled face and remarkably clean for someone dressed in leather and living with dragons. He seemed to be about Jamie’s age —maybe a little older. No way that kid was a threat (the nightmare-dragon was, clearly, but weren’t there always dragons keeping the princesses in towers or something like that?).We may be a little broken Ch. 2 by infamousdream
“It’s ok,” repeated the kid, still crouched on the ground with his hands by his head, “he won’t hurt you.” Jack’s response was going to be something involving teeth, fire and menacing nightmare-dragons, but Rapunzel stepped forward and cut him off, frying pan at the ready.
“Who are you?” she asked in that careful, slow tone that they’ll later start recognizing as distinctively hers.
“I’m Hiccup,” repeats the kid, pointing to his chest with his hands. Jack raises an eyebrow and he can’t help