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.
We may be a little broken Ch. 14Long hairs flowing in the wind, dancing between the clouds and disappearing from view.We may be a little broken Ch. 14 by infamousdream
Something was wrong there.
And it wasn’t Merida’s shouts of how did yeh cut it because Rapunzel didn’t have a knife.
Rapunzel was still trembling, hands on her now short hair. The wind was picking up —they could hear it roaring in their ears and feel it whipping their hair— and they could see Rapunzel’s lips moving but couldn’t figure out what she was trying to say, to whimper, to scream. Her rainbow almost didn’t have colours but she stood on it and the clouds played and twisted around Toothless’ wings and something was wrong there.
That was when Hiccup realized that Rapunzel’s hair had been on a braid so why wasn’t it still on a braid and she didn’t even have a knife so how did she cut it, how did these things happen.
(The answer was, they didn’t. Rapunzel didn’t cut her hair. That wasn’t
We may be a little broken Ch. 13One more click-squeak-click-click-squeak from Hiccup’s prosthetic and Jack was ready to start a snowstorm. Yes, another. This time on purpose.We may be a little broken Ch. 13 by infamousdream
The Viking was pacing, followed closely by his dragon, both full of nervous-pent-up-too-much energy. Both moved on all fours, growling and clicking and Jack wasn’t sure what to think of the fact that he knew they were thinking out loud, trying to find a solution, an answer that didn’t involve a wild goose chase (one was enough) or going head-first against their newly discovered enemy (he had gotten to know way too much this three weirdos —and it hadn’t even been a week).
Merida and Jack were all for diving head-first and facing it (and Rapunzel seemed to agree but dammit, she was too nice and didn’t want to leave Hiccup opposing them alone. Plus, Merida was sure she was still at least kinda bitter about the whole how-she-died thing), but Hiccup refused to do anything rash. Given his life story, they gue