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He should be over there, Gobber decided of his current situation. Instead his hand reached for a freshly filled mug of ale, and his bottom remained firmly in his seat.
He should be over there, standing next to his best friend. Not using the last of his sobriety to fight down inappropriate urges to throttle Stoick, to resist challenging his battle-brother to Hólmgang.
He should be over there, supporting the new couple. Gobber licked his lips, tasting the guilt, shame and anger that tainted an otherwise fine drink.
He should be over there, telling the joke that has everyone laughing. Instead it's Ack who caused the uproarnot through a joke but by stumbling headfirst over a mead barrel. Stoick slaped a hand to his belly and laughs, bold and free. His new wife bumped his shoulder with a chuckle of her own.
Despite all he had drank that evening, Gobber struggled with a dry swallo
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The air itself had frosted since the passing of Solstice Eve. The trees turned white in their rime casings and greeting words pillowed in visibility between passing Vikings. The thickest of mitts and boots and cloaks were donned in light of the changing weather. Still, the sting inside his throat and the numbness of his nose could never keep Hiccup from the skies for long.
It only shortened his flight time.
Breathless and sated from their morning flight, dragon and rider scanned the village for a subtle landing area. They clung to Berk's outskirts, keeping low, skirting the forests and ducking around tall structures all in the name of evading detection. The steady beat of hammers billowed from the village like smoke as repairs for the Hidden Egg Debacle continued. Hiccup knew he was expected to be helping down there and wanted to avoid word reaching his father that he chose