We may be a little broken Ch. 18Rapunzel hadn’t expected Hiccup to bounce back so quickly.We may be a little broken Ch. 18 by infamousdream
She was prepared for a crying session, maybe a breakdown, ready to act like an overprotective mother and just pull him into a hug and rock him while he calmed down. At the very least, she expected a sad feeling or anything that wasn’t what actually happened.
The moment Merida and Jack took off, with the girl’s —Astrid, apparently— words still ringing in the mist, Hiccup pulled himself back up, took a deep breath and jogged down the perch, Rapunzel hot on in heels. He was rambling, explaining to her (again) what had happened after Astrid talked him out of his sulking corner. He wanted to see if the memory would go on or get stuck in the moment right before the uplifting happened.
She didn’t know how the hell to react, so she just followed him through a ghost town Berk, their footsteps and the prosthetic’s squeak the only sounds echoing in the streets.
It was weird, travelli
We may be a little broken Ch. 17He would have freezed the mist if it hadn’t become clear by the thirtieth attempt that it was impossible to do so, so now he was sulking on the edge of the stone columns and freezing his side. Merida was on the other, pacing and thankfully quiet. He had a headache and Merida’s angry ranting wasn’t about to make it better.We may be a little broken Ch. 17 by infamousdream
It was anger and bitterness all mixed into one, because nothing about this was fair. They had wanted to make it better, to help, to do something. But apparently, doing something was the wrong road to take with this… thing.
So not fair.
They had tried going back, but Hiccup’s memories had faded with him and Rapunzel still in them. Now all they had was a wall of mist to their right and a moon-damn calm sea to their left (how could it be so calm at a time like this?).
And Merida was so, so scared. She wanted to cry. Her hands were shaking no matter how hard she held her bow —and it took a while before she realized t
We may be a little broken Ch. 16Jack was getting pretty tired of the whole ‘bad spirit using his insecurities against him’ thing. Where was the creativity? At least Pitch had had cool puns to go with it.We may be a little broken Ch. 16 by infamousdream
He could feel Merida trembling at his left (scared-angry-nervous) and Rapunzel’s determination to his right (fueled by other people and not for herself; he didn’t know how to feel about that —or about the fact that it was so obvious even he could tell). Hiccup’s furs were warm against his back and Toothless’ constant growling was both a distraction and an anchor to reality (this is real, this is what’s happening, this is here, this is now).
It was particularly useful when reality changed.
Oil and mist turned into an island that he swore he recognized (something was familiar about it).
Then he felt Hiccup trembling through his furs and he realized that he was seeing Berk.
It was his village. It was Berk. He hadn’t been there in over a thousand years but here it was
We may be a little broken Ch. 15Words.We may be a little broken Ch. 15 by infamousdream
Slithering, everywhere, moving with and in the fog, whispering things they thought (they hoped) they had long forgotten about.
Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it!
Let me die alone here, be my guest!
(You killed her; she abused me; you killed her.)
Long forgotten voices that no, no-no-no, I don’t want to hear them again like this!
Long forgotten hurts, scars that never healed (scars that were never acknowledged).
I can show my face in public again!
(A large, menacing shadow towering over you, scaring you, manhandling you… and you just want to make it proud, you just want some respect…)
Words, twisting and turning, filling your head, trapping you.
Who knew words lasted that long, hurt that much?
We should never have trusted you!
(I’m not you! I don’t work like you, I’m not you!)
Words that were supposed to be forgiven, words that never left.