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sirenspull_logs2012-11-21 12:36 am
summing_it_up) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-11-21 12:36 am
There And Back Again
Who: Them crazy Viking kidsAstrid and Hiccup
When: Back late in October, early November? Somewhere there. (FLASHBACK!?)
Where: Back to the apartment.
Summary: Hiccup returns from being Pulled back into his world. And then it just goes from there.
Warnings: Viking-like violence.
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He remembered everything. Every test flight, every adjustment, every repair. Each risk was rewarded with a closer bond to the dragon he once sought to kill; every moment spent with Toothless became a past time he actually enjoyed doing. The fact that the one real flight session could have killed them both only spurred natural instincts he didn't even know he had. He was the pilot– the replacement for the lost tail fin. They couldn't have been a better team.
Freeing and hanging around Toothless helped him learn more about dragons in general. And the more he knew, the faster he advanced in Gobber's dragon training classes. It was all very exciting – just as exciting as getting to kill a dragon, to a certain extent. Except he preferred not having to go that far. If only he had the chance to think and reserve a good portion of his new-found knowledge. As good as it felt being better than Astrid, it was also very dangerous. She was competitive. She was angry. Suspicious. Some notion of carelessness let her catch onto what he was doing – the very things she already knew and told him about months ago when she arrived in Siren's Port. A whole slew of emotions ran through him as he saw the familiar reactions, the changes in her demeanor, the subtle action of her arms wrapping around his waist when she sat behind him on the Night Fury's back as they soared through the darkening sky.
Those moments of weightlessness ended abruptly. Following a horde of dragons back to their hidden domain was not what they were expecting. Seeing a monster of a dragon rise out of the deep fissure within stony cavern walls called for a hasty retreat.
Winning the right for the final dragon test and discovering the nest within the same day should have made him feel great. Should have. But it didn't. It weighed down on him. He had no chance of turning back from the test, not after what he had gone through. He remembered telling Astrid that he'd think about it.
Hiccup knew he had eventually gone to sleep after being punched in the arm and kissed on the cheek for unintentionally kidnapping Astrid. His thoughts kept him awake most of that night. And now, he was back in the city.
It was cold again, standing there in the middle of the baseball diamond by himself. Not freezing like at the beginning of the year, but still. He wasn't drenched and gasping for air. He just felt...lost. His sense of time was off. Everything was the same. Different.
None of this stopped him from heading back in the direction of the apartment, though.
Astrid and Toothless were there at home. They were also here.
Were they still here?
He chased that thought away as he ran, each step becoming a blur as he went through the motions opening doors, climbing stairs. Three, four flights. And there was the door. Snow's former apartment. His hands shook, checking the door to see if it was locked, green eyes staring intensely at it as he fished for his spare keys. Just in case. In that moment, he wasn't even sure if he had to use them. The door flew open as he almost fell in, stumbling to keep himself upright.
"Toothless! Astrid?!?"
When: Back late in October, early November? Somewhere there. (FLASHBACK!?)
Where: Back to the apartment.
Summary: Hiccup returns from being Pulled back into his world. And then it just goes from there.
Warnings: Viking-like violence.
= = = =
He remembered everything. Every test flight, every adjustment, every repair. Each risk was rewarded with a closer bond to the dragon he once sought to kill; every moment spent with Toothless became a past time he actually enjoyed doing. The fact that the one real flight session could have killed them both only spurred natural instincts he didn't even know he had. He was the pilot– the replacement for the lost tail fin. They couldn't have been a better team.
Freeing and hanging around Toothless helped him learn more about dragons in general. And the more he knew, the faster he advanced in Gobber's dragon training classes. It was all very exciting – just as exciting as getting to kill a dragon, to a certain extent. Except he preferred not having to go that far. If only he had the chance to think and reserve a good portion of his new-found knowledge. As good as it felt being better than Astrid, it was also very dangerous. She was competitive. She was angry. Suspicious. Some notion of carelessness let her catch onto what he was doing – the very things she already knew and told him about months ago when she arrived in Siren's Port. A whole slew of emotions ran through him as he saw the familiar reactions, the changes in her demeanor, the subtle action of her arms wrapping around his waist when she sat behind him on the Night Fury's back as they soared through the darkening sky.
Those moments of weightlessness ended abruptly. Following a horde of dragons back to their hidden domain was not what they were expecting. Seeing a monster of a dragon rise out of the deep fissure within stony cavern walls called for a hasty retreat.
Winning the right for the final dragon test and discovering the nest within the same day should have made him feel great. Should have. But it didn't. It weighed down on him. He had no chance of turning back from the test, not after what he had gone through. He remembered telling Astrid that he'd think about it.
Hiccup knew he had eventually gone to sleep after being punched in the arm and kissed on the cheek for unintentionally kidnapping Astrid. His thoughts kept him awake most of that night. And now, he was back in the city.
It was cold again, standing there in the middle of the baseball diamond by himself. Not freezing like at the beginning of the year, but still. He wasn't drenched and gasping for air. He just felt...lost. His sense of time was off. Everything was the same. Different.
None of this stopped him from heading back in the direction of the apartment, though.
Astrid and Toothless were there at home. They were also here.
Were they still here?
He chased that thought away as he ran, each step becoming a blur as he went through the motions opening doors, climbing stairs. Three, four flights. And there was the door. Snow's former apartment. His hands shook, checking the door to see if it was locked, green eyes staring intensely at it as he fished for his spare keys. Just in case. In that moment, he wasn't even sure if he had to use them. The door flew open as he almost fell in, stumbling to keep himself upright.
"Toothless! Astrid?!?"
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She stood there quietly, unmoving, dressed in one of Hiccup's hoodies she'd found laying around and a pair of jeans. It'd been easier to just grab one of his unworn sweaters and wear it instead of doing her own laundry. She just hadn't any time.
After a moment of staring that had felt like forever, she tossed the frying pan aside, letting it clatter to the floor as she lunged at Hiccup, pulling him into a quick, tight embrace. Part of her wanted to punch him but the other part wanted to hug him more. Lucky for him, really.
"I thought you weren't going to come back."
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It was the noise of the pan meeting linoleum that startled him, distracting from the blond's rush. No warning whatsoever, no chance to gain the upper hand in this situation. And again he jumped, practically leaning forward when she pulled and tightly wrapped her arms around his body. Green eyes couldn't widen any more than they already had, his expression shifting from the initial sense of surprise to one of guilt.
The punch would have been much easier to take.
Thin arms languidly rose to return the hug. Light. Weak. Much like Hiccup himself, now that all of his energy was spent. As he exhaled, the boy looked down. "...I'm sorry," he nearly whispered, stumbling over his words. "Really. Sorry."
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She'd have to thank the gods later. A lot.
"It's okay."
The answer comes when she pulls back, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder. "You couldn't help it, right? You're back now and you missed a bunch of stuff. Boss wasn't too happy at the thought you were missing work, you know."
She reached down to pick up the frying pan before snatching his wrist in her free hand, tugging him in toward the kitchen. "Go. Go sit. You've got to eat something, you're as scrawny as ever Hiccup."
And with that she slid the plate with eggs in front of him on the table (surprisingly unburnt!), before setting the frying pan in the sink. She'd just make oatmeal for herself instead. Yeah. No biggie.
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He didn't mean that, of course.
It was no use stewing on what had happened. He followed her to the table, making a slight face at the comment. "I feel the same. Sort of." Sitting down to a plate of perfect eggs just caught his attention, though. It was here he looked back up. "...But aren't these– "
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There was no reason to dwell on past feelings, on the worry she'd felt or any other messy combination of emotions that she just didn't want to deal with anymore. No, she didn't have to - Hiccup was back. That was it. There was nothing else to it.
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It was good to have some food in his stomach. Hiccup chewed thoughtfully, watching Astrid as she started working on the oatmeal. The tone of her voice, the shine in her blond hair, the way she looked at him, the way she treated him – that was all real. That was all here.
After having that unpleasant experience of being pulled back and forth between worlds, he wasn't going to take this moment for granted.