CrookedCrooked in General Fiction More Like This
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
CelebrationCelebration in General Fiction More Like This
"The village is throwing a party to celebrate!"
Something was amiss in the village of Berk; Hiccup knew this even before he crossed the threshold of the forest, for no deep, bawling voices carried in the winds to greet him as per usual. His first steps into the village revealed darkened doorways and unattended sheep. No one pushed the creaking wagons along the grassy knolls or hammered amidst raid repairs. No one turned to give him an appraising stare for emerging from the forest yet again.
Hiccup continued on, more wary than usual. He snuck around Old Slipshod's farmhouse, tiptoed beyond the usual back paths, hoping, as he always hoped in such moments, not to be noticed. As the days wore on Hiccup showed greater and greater vigilance towards his covert travels between his house and the cove.
But it was hard to keep vigilant this particular evening when all he wanted to do was jump and dance and turn around and run ri