1-800 HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?  /  accepting !

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS.

     HIS FAVORITE PLACE IS NOT STATIONARY .   it  isn’t  found  on  solid  ground  ,   chained  down  by  the  pull  of  gravity .   it  is  a  place  of  freedom  ,   ever - changing  &  unpredictable .   it  is  the  sky  ;   wind  shear  at  his  back  ,   sun  beaming  onto  slivers  of  skin  peaking  beneath  his  armor  ,   surrounded  by  fluffy  clouds  that  weave  effortlessly  between  his  fingers .   

         hiccup  has  always  found  a  home  in  a  place  without  roots .                                  (  once  a  runaway  /  always  a  hopeless  wanderer  ) .

                        so  the  answer  isn’t  where  ,   because  it  surrounds  us .   it’s  more  like  why  ------  and  that  answer  is  simple  :

                         hiccup’s  favorite  place  is  his  home   /   a  place  among  the  dragons .   and  wherever  the  dragons  may  dwell  ,   that  is  where  he  wants  to  belong .

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the gods were truly testing her, she thought.  

it was cold- she was cold && tired && wet to the touch, her hair heavy with rain water && her eyes laden && strained as she had tried && tried for what felt like hours to see through the dark && the downpour.  there was no hint of thunder- not yet at least.

how long had she been searching for him?  taking stormfly out when she could && scanning the skies && land formations for hiccup?  she’s not entirely sure- mostly because she didn’t want to think about it.  she didn’t want to lose hope just yet- to lose hope that she couldn’t very well find him, she didn’t want to think of the time she had that was quickly ticking away, && the thought that hiccup was simply out there...  drifting further && further into this now very large world.

no, she couldn’t give up- she had to find him- she had to return him home, she had to do SOMETHING because everyone back on berk- snotlout, fishlegs, ruff && tuff- HIS MOTHER- they were all waiting for him to come home- to see their friend- for valka to see her SON-

she had to get him.

stretching out to peer through the shower, she finally hears it- that crack of thunder she had been absolutely dreading- that flash of purple tearing into the grey && black sky.  stormfly below chittered in displeasure- && astrid was faced with only one alternative. 

find shelter- your time was up.

she couldn’t very well travel back to berk with thunder approaching, && her search had to be over if not for her safety, but for her dragon’s.

quickly finding a rocky cove, she had stormfly dipping into it immediately.  it was surely no lap of luxury, but it was better than braving the storm.  

at first she was...  disheartened.  another day && she again had not been able to find him- sure there was SOME evidence astrid would stumble on here && there, but for the most part, she always found herself coming out empty handed.  after all, hiccup had always been great at hiding.

turning a corner, her shoes kicking up pebbles, she sees something that at first..  deceived her eyes.  traces of life that had not been washed away by the rain, a light in the distance that seemed too...  out of place.  

she didn’t want trouble- not now at least.  but what if...  perhaps..

she did not hesitate as she shuffled into a hole in the wall cave- stormfly chirping happily- seemingly pleased to be away from the cold.  astrid however, continued to follow the dim light that only grew brighter && brighter the further she descended until-

for the boy who sought to change the world, and did.  /  for the boy who rediscovered the sky, who reimagined flight, who made himself a dragon.   //   for @hlccup !!!

         attentive  as  he  was,  perhaps  ebony  beast  for  once  wished  it  were  otherwise.  though  unchallenged  would  grand  beast’s  love  for  young  boy  remain,  when  past  smiling  lips  escape  words  meant  to  be  found  humorous,  even  lightning’s  unholy  offspring  must  exercise  patience  and  restraint  alike,  lest  either  runs  thin.  unappreciated  in  his  time,  one  might  name  future  chief,  with  jests  of  a  nature  few  could  tolerate  without  disappointed  shake  of  their  head.  thus  contrast  is  drawn  between  two  inseparable  friends,  joy  draped  across  features  of   a human  boy  and  naught  but  exasperation  laid  'pon  that  of  reptilian  company. 

       and  as  interest  in  rider’s  humor  dwindles  for  the  moment,  emerald  gaze  averts,  narrowed  in  clear  display  of  a  judgement  most  silent.  no  sway  of  impatient  tail  /  no  rumble  from  firebreathing  throat,  only  a  rare  stillness  brought  forth  by  exhaustion  of  dragon’s  sufferance.  such  sad  display  of  comedy  would  not  incite  a  reaction.  he  could  not  allow  it,  choosing  instead  for  bestest  friend  to  know  how  much  appreciation  was  given  —  none.