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Grocery bags rustled. A man with thin limbs and a round belly grunted as he tried to walk. The soles of his boots had worn down, and he slipped on various puddles. "The things I do for charity," he grumbled. Someone appeared in his path, a skinny boy in a bright green leotard. Lattice stopped on his heels. Rain splattered. "What can I do for you, young man?" "Put down the bags, Lattice," the boy said in a firm tone. "You're wanted for several counts of arson." Lattice yawned. He shifted from one boot to the other. "A, the charges are trumped up, and B, these bags are for something else entirely. Do you mind? They are quite heavy?" The

The dreams crept up on him, like flames creeping up on an  unsuspecting village. He would close his eyes, and the memories would paint themselves anew in his brain: Snotlout falling into the sea, impaled by arrows and burning, Alvin locking him in the tree that held a witch who could sew in the dark, and the dragon Furious pinning him down, demanding a reason to spare the boy that once resembled Furious's human. On February 29, when Hiccup was officially five years old since his birthday was on a Leap Year, he woke up in a cold sweat. He stared at his luxurious bed. New sheets covered them, carefully embroidered by the best weavers. Toothles

This is based on the older Dipper drawing. Happy belated birthday! He had so many questions, but anger, confusion and betrayal muddled the words so that they didn't leave his mouth. Sweaty hair clung to his forehead and to his namesake birthmark. I don't even know who you are! For the first time ever, a Pines family dinner was silent, and sober. They ate snack machine candy by the glow of the portal, which was still open. Soos was semi-conscious from his fainting spell and accepted soft gummies that Dipper and Mabel popped into his mouth. Dipper crammed himself full of Sour Sharks, The Author-- Grunkle Stan's brother, ate like a woodpecke

Vikings didn't cry, but Hiccup wasn't the only one who had shed tears that day. Even Eret, son of Eret, had shown respect for the fallen chief of Berk as the other Vikings had cried and shot arrows at the pyre. He had buried his tears to lead his friends, but they burned inside of him, day after day. It had been a blur, and part of him couldn't comprehend what was in front of him. Drago had done . . . something with his staff, and with his giant Bewilderbeast, and Toothless's eyes had gone blank and diluted. Hiccup should have realized, but he didn't want to believe the blank hatred in his friend's eyes, was trying to calm him down. He didn

From the story How to Protect a Dragon Conqueror, originally posted in my Deviantart journal: http://jayalaw.deviantart.com/journal/How-to-Protect-a-Dragon-Conqueror-Chapter-Four-332791236 Dad stood in the door of our hut, drumming his foot. I stopped when he looked up. "Hiccup. Come in." He ushered me inside and closed the door behind him. "Dad, if this is about Mildew's roof, I've had dragon patrols checking it. We've kept the Gronkles and Terrible Terrors from roosting-" He cut me off with a two-armed hug, lifting me off the ground. The wind in my lungs escaped to the safety of the hut. "Thank Odin you're not hurt," he whispered fierc

"Hiccup, we have a situation." Hiccup rubbed his eyes. He was slumped over a desk of paperwork and plans for houses that needed to be repaired. He had been standing in the sun for a few hours trying to assemble a . Astrid's fingers curled around his shoulder. "On a scale of Terrible Terrors to Twins, how bad is it?" he asked. "It's Eret," Astrid said, looking frantic. "He's got Eel Pox, in a bad way." "Eel Pox," Hiccup repeated. "Astrid, how is that serious? Everyone gets Eel Pox around this time of winter. We can easily gather the ingredients for the cure. Is he deathly ill?" "Not exactly . . ." Astrid's fingers stayed on Hiccup's shou