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Hiccup knows enough about dragons to know that the weather now surounding him and Toothless, unfriendly as it is, is probably being caused by one. A dragon, that is. Giving the Night Fury beneath him a reassuring pat, he casts a glance around, eyes squinting against the bright flashes of lightning, trying to spot a shape through the clouds.

Eventually, he spots it. A Skrill. Makes sense, he supposes.

“Come on, bud, let’s get in closer,” he murmurs to his companion, and they alter their direction in the air slightly, now heading straight toward the wild dragon. Careful to appear non-threatening, Hiccup can’t help but feel that little thrill of excitement he always gets when there’s a wild dragon nearby.

Once he finished speaking, she gave him a small friendly smile. It was nice of him to offer to help a complete stranger like her.  

He admitted, the goofiness slowly leaving his smile. Not that anyone else would be awful for her to have run into! They just... might have been less helpful, depending on who it could have been.

All the same, Hiccup kept the friendly expression on his face and shrugged a shoulder. Introductions are a good idea, for sure-- now that he knows she’s not in any kind of immediate trouble or anything like that.

“Hiccup.” He answered, a flicker of sheepishness crossing his face. “And before you say it--I know, it’s a weird name. And no, I’m not kidding you. It’s my actual name.”

Was it obvious that he’d had that conversation too many times in the past?

Offering up a soft half-smile, Hiccup took a few steps more toward her. He held himself in what he hoped came off as a friendly manner, his green eyes watching the girl carefully.

          “I can help you there. I don’t mean to brag, but I know my way around                 this place pretty well.” 

Pointing to himself with a thumb, it was a goofy smile that stretched across his lips then, a sign that he was joking around. Not about knowing the place, but about the ego-thing. It was an ironic sort of thing he was going for, but he supposed she wouldn’t get that, considering she didn’t know he’d lived here all his life.

Hiccup’s deft hands flitted over a three dimensional sphere that resembled one of the ancient puzzles of old (the ones that unlocked hidden stairways and underground lairs) with multiple layers and multiple columns.

It was… dangerous to mess with them… especially If you didn’t know what you were doing. But what choice did he have? As a seasonal spirit he really shouldn’t have been touching them. It was dangerous and could potentially kill him if he let it drain him of too much of his power (and he was already so dangerously low…)

Hiccup just wanted to go home; the place where he could appreciate the sunlight of the aging sun and the sight of the trees changing cautiously under his and Winter’s close supervision. 

He let out a growl as he threw his hands down, dismissing the many lines and swirls of the runes he’d been messing with for the past hour. The spirit rubbed at his eyes as he felt fatigue set in.

Hiccup was desperate. Traveling to the past wasn’t something he considered to be a favorable past time (considering that it was near impossible to go back forward) and he’d already been in this unknown time (or perhaps dimension) for nearly a year! 

He had to reign in his anger, pull back the claws that were dying to lengthen and shred something (preferably a large animal). No, the spirit was not feral. He could handle things on his own thank you very much!

Hiccup, however, had been so deep in his own musing that he hadn’t been able to hear the human approaching the clearing that he had taken up residence for the last few days. He didn’t notice him until the unintentional sound fell from the human’s lips. 

Within an instant he was on the defensive: staff appearing from seemingly nowhere. His eyes were hardened as his brain began to categorize the new comer, seeing but not truly seeing. 

Rather young, somewhere in mid or early twenties

Sword hilt buckled to right hip (??)

Metal leg (weakness)

He kept himself cool and composed as he finally looked up and took note of his facial features for what was supposed to be a split second before something inside him just made him stop. Something in his stomach twisted when he caught a glimpse of those bright eyes. 

The younger looking male flinched back, shocked and slightly horrified at the likeness. He found himself completely frozen upon looking at the eyes of the intruder.

He’d only ever known two sets of eyes that shone with that particular shade of green. 

“Who…?” His voice cracks slightly as the dull ache in his chest pulses sharply, a sense of pain and mourning evident in his voice.

“...’Who’?” He repeated after a few long moments, eyes searching the younger boy’s features. There was something about him. Of course, he looked like Hiccup recalled himself looking at that age, just a few years ago, but there was something else there, too. Something...different. Something he’d certainly never seen in his own reflection in the past.

“Who, me?” The question came up again, and Hiccup gestured with both hands to his own chest. “Who am I?” That seemed to be to least important question here. Of course though, that was his own opinion on the situation--no doubt the other was just as confused as he, but that wasn’t really occurring to him right now. He was too...bewildered to take the other’s thoughts into consideration just yet.

“Who’re you?” Eyes narrowed slightly, though not in threat, rather confusion mixed with genuine curiosity. Sure, there was a flutter of fear in his chest somewhere, but as per usual, Hiccup’s curiosity was winning out. “I mean, you look just like me. --Not now, but. You look like what I used to look like. Like--a lot. Exactly, actually.”