We may be a little broken Ch. 10Rapunzel jumped off Toothless as soon as they got out of Helheim’s Gate and damn if Merida didn’t wish she could do the same.We may be a little broken Ch. 10 by infamousdream
Jack stayed, sneaking glances back at the mist and half-expecting that painful-hurtful-screeching voice to follow them. He swore he could see something (someone) moving right behind the gray-gray-gray and cold-cold-cold, and he could feel Hiccup shaking (trembling?) and struggling to focus on keeping Toothless in the air (he really, really wished that they didn’t plummet to the ice cold ocean now; he didn’t feel like taking a bath). Behind him, Merida was trying her best to not touch: not touch him, not touch anything she didn’t absolutely have to.
The ride back —away, away, away— seemed to take longer than the flight to the Nest.
Hiccup couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what it had felt like all those impossible years ago, when his body had to be carried back after the fight with the Red Death. Had i
We may be a little broken Ch. 9(Hiccup couldn’t decide what hurt the most: seeing Berk collapsing to time or to see Dragon Island once again surrounded by thick, non-moving mist. He had changed the world and the world had changed back.)We may be a little broken Ch. 9 by infamousdream
Merida clinged tightly to Rapunzel while they followed Hiccup, but they found it impossible to go past what the kid had called Helheim’s Gate: as soon as they did, they fell straight to the ocean and had to be saved by the boys. Apparently, Rapunzel’s powers depended on the sun and the mist wouldn’t let them in. It surprised no one that an argument followed that discovery.
The argument was only squashed by Toothless’ roar. Nobody wanted the girl to go in without being able to defend herself —she had been attacked one too many times—, but there was no way the former queen was staying behind. In the end (and after Jack made it absolutely clear that he didn’t agree to this), both princesses climbed on Toothless and dove into the mist. Jack
We may be a little broken Ch. 8The more Hiccup listened to Merida talk, the more he couldn’t shake off the feeling that no, no, no, no, this isn’t the same, we aren’t the same… are we? We can’t be. Are we?We may be a little broken Ch. 8 by infamousdream
He was scared, confused and trying his best to keep a panic attack in the line. Merida didn’t seem to notice and kept talking about her mother, her experiences and her life, everything with a smile on her face, like it was good. Like her memories were something she remembered fondly (and they were, Hiccup realized; he was barely able to breathe).
He knew that that should be enough evidence for him to realize that they weren’t the same, but he was trying his best not to panic because there was something wrong with him, right? He couldn’t look back on those memories so fondly, like childhood adventures and tantrums. He couldn’t. And he felt like he should, because if Merida could have that big smile on her face while remembering hers t
We may be a little broken Ch. 7Walking through the not-triangled-shaped forest was a draining experience on its own and they just knew that, if they hadn’t had each other, they would have given up a long time ago. But there was Merida and there was Rapunzel, and neither left their loved ones to fend on their own.We may be a little broken Ch. 7 by infamousdream
They walked hand in hand and did their best not to trip. They talked just to fill the silence and retold anecdotes they already knew (they had been together for most of them, it didn’t matter. What mattered was to not let those dear voices they had almost forgotten come back. What mattered was to not stop moving and find those useless boys once and for all).
Merida was worried about Rapunzel and kept looking over her shoulder to make sure the blonde was there. She didn’t realize it, but she was trembling.
But Rapunzel did notice, and although she was tired (so, so tired) after being attacked and drained and triggered, she kept talking. She kept talking because she knew that Merida was scar