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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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Astrid wouldn't admit it to anyone who would care to ask her, but she was lonely without Hiccup around. It wasn't that she was anti social, she wasn't - she talked more than enough with people here and there, especially at work, but it was different. Hiccup was like her, a Viking. He understood what it was like to try and make it in this strange city, he understood how hard it was to understand this place, and while Astrid wasn't someone who ever needed her hand held, it was still nice to have someone around to look back to when she did need help.
There was also the fact she missed him. That was a fact she couldn't deny.
Stupid Hiccup. Stupid feelings.
When he'd disappeared she'd waited a day or so before she'd gone looking for him. Contacting him did nothing either. He'd left and gone home and really, maybe it was for the best. Everyone needed him back home - the village did.
That didn't mean she wasn't going to want him here either. Astrid was just as selfish as the next person, after all.
So she'd spent her days going about them as she usually did, sans Hiccup in the mix. At the moment she'd been frying eggs on the stove and had just managed to slide them onto the plate when she heard the door slam against the wall and a voice she thought she'd never hear again.
She almost dropped the plate when she heard his voice, managing to set it on the counter instead. Running into the hallway, frying pan still clutched in her fist, all she could do was turn and stare-
and then scream.
"Hiccup?!"
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