[ a ] [Hiccup is sitting on a grassy cliff, metal leg folded under his other with his head resting on his outstretched arms. It's a little uncharacteristic of him, to be sitting still when there's a whole new world to explore, but heightened emotion could be a tricky thing to deal with, especially when there's pathetic fallacy in play because of it. It's easier to fake a smile than it is to explain away the dark, sullen clouds that result from the attempt.
And that's why this young chief is sitting alone, the weather reflecting his thoughts, the atmosphere thick with contemplation and unease.]
Just put in charge of a village, and now I'm here. [Things were going so well and he was just starting to get the hang of all of his newest responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, he collapses onto his back, arms splayed out like he's inviting the sky to swallow him.] The Gods really must hate me.
[ b ] [Hostile monsters attacking farms, you say? Well, this skinny viking has a surprising amount of experience with that.
Hiccup can be seen at the gates of a nearby farm, his sword drawn and the blade ignited in bright, flickering flames. He waves Inferno wildly in an attempt to keep the beast at bay, and his attempt is ultimately successful. The attack is thwarted with neither party injured and the farm intact, all things considered.]
Nice to know that this thing works on more than just dragons.
[With a wide grin, he practically pats himself on the back with the smugness radiating off of him in near visible waves. Hey, he's come a long way, so he's allowed to be proud of it sometimes.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | How to Train Your Dragon
[Hiccup is sitting on a grassy cliff, metal leg folded under his other with his head resting on his outstretched arms. It's a little uncharacteristic of him, to be sitting still when there's a whole new world to explore, but heightened emotion could be a tricky thing to deal with, especially when there's pathetic fallacy in play because of it. It's easier to fake a smile than it is to explain away the dark, sullen clouds that result from the attempt.
And that's why this young chief is sitting alone, the weather reflecting his thoughts, the atmosphere thick with contemplation and unease.]
Just put in charge of a village, and now I'm here. [Things were going so well and he was just starting to get the hang of all of his newest responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, he collapses onto his back, arms splayed out like he's inviting the sky to swallow him.] The Gods really must hate me.
[ b ]
[Hostile monsters attacking farms, you say? Well, this skinny viking has a surprising amount of experience with that.
Hiccup can be seen at the gates of a nearby farm, his sword drawn and the blade ignited in bright, flickering flames. He waves Inferno wildly in an attempt to keep the beast at bay, and his attempt is ultimately successful. The attack is thwarted with neither party injured and the farm intact, all things considered.]
Nice to know that this thing works on more than just dragons.
[With a wide grin, he practically pats himself on the back with the smugness radiating off of him in near visible waves. Hey, he's come a long way, so he's allowed to be proud of it sometimes.
Onlookers, be amazed!]