i am quite intrigued by both 'eg' and 'Untitled Document'. Pray tell what are they???
Ask and ye shall receive, my friend!
"eg" is a oneshot I've been working on as a continuation of my oldest httyd series, "Stitching the Tears and Burying the Daggers" (she turns 10 this year which is wild to me). It's taking on a more 'adult' theme regarding Hiccup and Toothless as they fall into their new roles as leaders of their respective tribes. (talk about my works aging with me LMAO).
Astrid’s enthusiasm for Snoggeltog was something that Hiccup had always had trouble keeping up with. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the holiday – in fact, he could compare it to a torch in a blizzard in terms of its effect on him. Winter was devastating in many more ways than it was beautiful, so having something to look forward to was incomparable in its time. Hiccup was no exception to this. Memories of running down the stairs on Snoggeltog morning was, perhaps, the only constant in his life. Combine that with the dual holiday the dragons held – newborn hatchlings were always a heartwarmer – and the hybrid could say he had a relative fondness for the Snoggeltog. A completely normal, adult fondness. Astrid did not. She was like a child in her sense of wonder, pouring her heart into everything from the decorations to her yaknog (that, still, only Toothless found remotely appealing). Hiccup had always admired her for that. He did not envy her. That is, he did not envy her until his first Snoggeltog season as acting chief.
And uhhhhhh shit give me a moment *scrambles to Untitled Document* Ah yes. "Untitled Document" is a oneshot I was working on for Camp Cretaceous, from Brandt's POV after the Nublar Six are rescued! It has exactly four paragraphs, and I haven't touched it in months!!
There was a week, back when Brandt had been a child, where he thought he was dying. An incredibly selfish thing to consider when his dad was in the hospital — in the bed – he would die in a month later. He had heard once, back when Darius hadn't been more than two, in a different hospital, at the side of a different man, that the last six months of a person's life are the most expensive. This was, ultimately, the thing that would cause his fear of death ten years later: because as their dad's health continued to wane, the bills only grew. Brandt knew, even back then, that he was one of the lucky ones. He had friends that spoke of food stamps and meals made to fill stomachs instead of nurture simply because they were cheap. Many years later, he would learn the clinical definition: food insecurity.
