005 - Angels in my head (Phone + Action)

[worstvikingever]

[After encountering the angels that morning, Hiccup had been feeling strangely all day.

His eyes hurt. They stung. There was something in them and he couldn't get it out. All day at school he was rubbing his eyes, and then... on his way home... he could swear he was hearing things. People.

Then when he got home, he put his hand on the doorknob and couldn't take it away. He stared at it.

His hand was stone.

It was stone.

Shutting his eyes tightly he shook his head. No, he told himself. That's stupid. My hand's fine. It's okay. Just open the door.

When he opened his eyes again, his hands were fine.]

[PHONE:] So uh... weird statues, right?

Um.

Is anyone else... seeing things?



[ACTION, 729 Anderson Lane:] [Hiccup is sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

He can't stop rubbing his eyes.

It hurts. It hurts so much.]

Comments

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Hey... um...

Yanno what I do when I'm really feeling down?

[worstvikingever]

what

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

I... play the piano. It's not very "warrior like" of me, but... that's my hobby.

[worstvikingever]

[He has to think about what that is.]

piano... is that... that's the big instrument, with the keys?

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Yep. Probably the wimpiest instrument for a wandering swordsman like myself to play.

[worstvikingever]

[He laughs weakly.]

well i can kind of understand that. not like i ever made the best viking.

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

What was your hobby back home?

[worstvikingever]

uh... building stuff. and i guess training dragons counts now too.

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Y-

YOU CAN TRAIN DRAGONS?!

[worstvikingever]

[he winces.]

uh... yeah?

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

That's amazing!

[worstvikingever]

...yeah. thanks.

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

I wonder if that means you can talk to my dragons!

[worstvikingever]

Uh... probably not... I mean I can talk to them but that doesn't mean they'll understand or listen... also your dragons are probably different than mine...

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Oh I can understand them just fine. They're just brats and rarely listen to me. Plus they eat all my food and say completely inappropriate things about the people I talk to. Which I guess isn't so bad seeing as only I understand them but it's still embarrassing.

[worstvikingever]

you... you can actually talk to them?

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Well... Sort of. We're linked in a way so that we understand each other's speech. I can't actually comprehend what they're saying by sound alone, but in my mind, it translates out perfectly.

[worstvikingever]

that's... that's amazing

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

You really think so? I think it's just because they're attached to my back.

[worstvikingever]

wait what

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Ah ha... you heard me. On... my back. Yep.

[worstvikingever]

uh... why?

how?

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

You know those are both excellent questions and I will gladly get back to you when I have them.

[worstvikingever]

uh... okay. sure.

[backseat-dragon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's... I really have no idea. I was just fighting them and the next thing I know, they're fused to my back.