Hiccup held his breath. His heart was thundering almost as loud as the storm that was threatening to rip his hut off its foundations outside. He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. However hard he tried, he could not stop himself from trembling against the wooden divider that separated his workbench from the main room and door.
That door that now was wide open and letting the rain pour in from outside. Lightning crackled through the gaping doorway and cast a long, menacing shadow across the floor. The man, or- whoever- whatever it was, was standing stiff in the doorway.
He knew it hadn’t been seeing things. As much as he wanted to believe he had been. He knew what had seen at the Northern Markets wasn’t just his imagination. At first he’d thought he’d seen a hunter wearing the skin of a night fury. It had been unmistakable. The black skin, the subtle stripes, the slightly smooth texture. He’d pursued the hunter, naturally of course because if this man had killed a Night Fury then he might be able to find out just where he’d done it.
To be honest, the sight of the skin had made something inside Hiccup’s chest constrict. Not that seeing any dead dragon didn’t make his heart ache but- this was different. And not just because it had been a Night Fury skin either.
It was Toothless’ skin. He’d thought he’d been going crazy. Surely, because Toothless had been right next to him the entire time.
But Hiccup was sure it was. He couldn’t explain it. But he just knew.
It wasn’t until he’d caught a glimpse of the hunter’s face that the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his blood ran colder than ever. By all accounts and all reasonings, it shouldn’t have been possible. No, it couldn’t have been possible… and yet–
The sound of a boot stepping on one of the squeaky floorboards roused Hiccup from his racing thoughts and threw him back into the situation at hand.
One… two, three… four.. five, six… Hiccup felt like he was going to vomit. Or pass out as the slow, limping steps came closer and closer to his little hiding spot. They were somehow louder than the thunder and rain outside.
Seven, eight… nine… Nine. Nine steps. Hiccup’s heart was suddenly in his throat and boomed in his ears in time with the stalled steps. The man has stopped walking. The steady and pitter patter of water droplets found his ears before he registered just exactly what that meant.
With an agonizingly slow turn of his head, his eyes didn’t meet the wall but the black scaly skin of a dragon he knew was still alive. He followed the scales up and up, over where it was bunched up and tied together with a black cord. Up a pale freckled neck, over the cheek bones that were scarred light sickening pink and finally… to a pair of acid green eyes.
You guys have no idea how persistent this thought has been in my head for the past weekkkkk. I love thinking of this boy being scary as hell. Anyway, this is part of a very elaborate and confusing thing that I’ve been thinking about lately where Hiccup thinks he’s been seeing his Doppleganger when in reality it’s himself from another timeline. Don’t have all the details yet but this would not like me rest until I drew it. And of course I’ll find a way to make this Hijack, you know I will XD
Should I call it the Doppleganger AU?
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