*this is not an RP/ask blog
Merida and Brave © Disney-Pixar
Hiccup and HtTYD © Dreamworks
Mericcup > Outcast AU
“Merida, run!” Hiccup shouts, turning on his heel and heading straight for her.
“What? Why?” Merida asks.
“Outcasts – they want to kidnap us, now stop asking questions!”
“Hiccup, why do they want to kidnap us?” Merida asks, breaking into a sprint alongside Hiccup.
“More me than anything,” Hiccup replies breathlessly, “but they want us to help train their dragons. This isn’t the first time. Oh, why did I even bring you down to the cove? It’s always the spot I put someone in danger at, jeez!”
“Hiccup, calm yerself! Where’s Toothless?” Merida shouts. Hiccup does his dragon call, and there’s a call in response. Hiccup takes a sharp turn, grabbing Merida’s wrist.
“Hiccup, Ah don’t mean to alarm ye…”
“They’re right behind us, aren’t they?”
“Then keep running!”
In which the Outcasts stumble upon Hiccup and a Scottish girl he seems quite friendly with - and decide just how to get the boy to train their dragons for them.
Guess who watched Catching Fire yesterday.
Merida decided that she’d never known what true freedom really was until she rode on the back of a dragon. Not even galloping through the glen on Angus could compare to the rush she was feeling right now. As Toothless dipped and spun in the air, she could’ve sworn she was weightless.
The only thing still anchoring her to reality was the fact that her arms were wrapped around Hiccup’s chest to keep from falling. With the world soaring by in a blur beneath her, she could easily forget her worries, responsibilities, her mother - everything tying her down. The rushing wind drowned out the troubles in her head and relieved her of the heaviness that came with them. It was the best feeling she’d ever known.
All that existed in that moment was her, Hiccup, and the dragon beneath them. Freedom wasn’t something as simple as getting away. It wasn’t even throwing off her duties to go for a ride.
Freedom - true freedom - was flight.
Hiccup’s sweaty brow furrowed in deep concentration. He was so used to working with metals that this project had been quite a challenge, but he’d never been more determined to finish anything (save for Toothless’s saddle). It had to be perfect this time. This one couldn’t join the pile of discarded bows that sat in the corner of the forge. Her birthday was tomorrow, and he had to finish before then. He dragged the rag across his forehead, took the knife to the wood, and, with meticulous precision, made one last mark in the carving.
"Done," he breathed, running his thumb over the grain. "What do you think, Toothless?"
He held up the finished bow for the dragon to see. Toothless opened one eye, gave a low, rather uninterested trill, and returned to his nap.
"Yeah," Hiccup muttered to himself with a satisfied nod. "She’s gonna love it."