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
We may be a little broken Ch. 1Jack didn’t know what he was expecting when he saw North’s boreal lights (the first ones since he became a Guardian), but it certainly wasn’t a fiery redhead that could make Phil retreat to a corner.We may be a little broken Ch. 1 by infamousdream
He had been in the middle of making a grumpy teenager slip on ice when he saw them and called the wind, riding it as fast as he could. He felt a mix of guilt and excitement run through him, knowing that something had to be very wrong for North to be calling them, but hey, he was calling Jack. He waved to the elves on his way over and opened the office’s door without knocking.
The first thing he noticed was the hair. The second one was a girl that couldn’t be older than him making North look small in his chair.
“Now what?” she spat in with a thick Scottish accent, barely looking at Jack before turning back to North (and Jack could’ve sworn she was baring her teeth at him). “Ah’ don’ ‘ave time fer th