worstvikingever: (WAIT I LEFT THE OVEN ON)
2011-03-08 11:09 am

006 - Action in house and on the streets.

[Hiccup wakes up in bed with a start, as if from a nightmare.

Well, it was a nightmare. But it was a real nightmare.

He remembers everything.

Even dying.

Especially dying.

But here he is, waking up as if it was a normal day in Mayfield.

He practically catapults out of bed, tearing around the house.]


Klaus?

KLAUS?

[He's panicking. Suddenly he stops, in the middle of the kitchen, remembering something. He bolts out the door and down the street, pausing at the door only long enough to put boots and a coat on.

Down the street he runs, shouting as loudly as possible.]


TOOTHLESS?

TOOTHLESS.

TOOTHLESS!

[He'll be running around town searching for his best friend. The search will, sadly, be in vain.]
worstvikingever: (i am so dead)
2011-03-06 10:59 pm

005 - Angels in my head (Phone + Action)

[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.]