001 - Arrival at 729 Anderson Lane

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup was fast asleep in a very comfortable looking bed. The sunlight streamed in through the window, and with a twitch, he yawned and opened his eyes.

And yelled.

Very loudly.]

WHAT? WHAT?

[Very quickly, he stumbled out of bed and promptly tripped and rolled on the floor. Looking down at his legs, he screamed.

He had two of them.

He was supposed to be missing one.

Finding his footing, he scrambled to his feet and managed to find his way out the door of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, screaming all the way at his surroundings.

Upon arrival outside, he spins around, taking in the scenery in disbelief. Finally, he seems to get some semblance of mind about him and starts yelling for the people he knows.]

DAD? DAD?

ASTRID?

TOOTHLESS?

[Yes, Anderson Lane, there is a teenage boy in pajamas out in your street yelling. What are you going to do?]

Comments

[worstvikingever]

Well I'm not calling it home. It's not home. Home is Berk. This is not Berk. Therefore it is not home.

[LOGIC. I HAS IT.]

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

Yes, I assume you are correct. It's also not Ottery St. Catchpole, I'm afraid.

They've been calling it Mayfield. Which is an alarmingly pleasant name for so terrible a place.

[worstvikingever]

It's terrible? I mean yeah, they kidnapped me or whatever and now I can't see my friends or family again for who knows how long, but the town itself is...

...well kinda creepy.

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

I would certainly say so after that rather unhappy Christmas...

The fact that there are always people smiling does seem rather unnatural after a while, doesn't it?

[worstvikingever]

What made it unhappy?

And yeah, I really don't get it. Where I come from people don't smile like that. Ever.

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

Many people's wishes written to that Santa fellow were not very close to what they asked for at all. My friend Neville had his gift appear within the inside of his arm, and it hurt him terribly.

Is Berk an unhappy place?

[worstvikingever]

...ouch. That... does sound bad.

No, it's not unhappy, it's just that... everyone here smiles like they're... I dunno. Fake. At home people smile differently.

It's hard to explain, I guess.

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

I imagine so, though he has recovered well.

It doesn't reach their eyes. Rather sad, really.

[worstvikingever]

Yeah... it kind of is. Also really creepy.

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

Would it help if I told you it gets less strange in time? Most things do, after all.

[worstvikingever]

I guess so, but I'd rather think that in time I'll be home again and not have to worry about it not feeling as strange here.

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

Optimism is never a poor decision, I find.

But in the mean time, perhaps it's best for us to find those we can one day call friends.

I'm Luna.

[worstvikingever]

I'm Hiccup. It's... thanks for talking to me, Luna. [He smiles weakly and takes a deep breath, looking around.]

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

Oh, is it one of those descriptive sort of names?

[she stares and blinks with realization]

You're looking for a reason to leave. Perhaps it's best if I go first, that way you won't have to.

[worstvikingever]

Huh? Oh, kind of, not really.

[He's surprised.]

Oh. Well. Maybe. I don't even know what's going on. You can go if you want? I don't... really mind either way...