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]

Hiccup. You?

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

I'm Jason. It's nice to meet you.

[worstvikingever]

Yeah, you too. Y'know. Despite the circumstances.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, exactly. But like I said, try not to get too down about it--it's probably what they want, after all.

[worstvikingever]

...Right. Whoever they are.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

Well, we think it's this little girl named Lucy Smith.

[worstvikingever]

[Pause. Because. Wait what.]

...a little girl?

Seriously?