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Walking down the long, decorative hallway, Hiccup felt like he was being sentenced. He sighed, his eyes facing forward though he did take to eyeing the two men (who were... big) flanking his sides, presumably for his own protection. 

The thought made Hiccup laugh. They knew he could protect himself. Their purpose for escorting him was to make sure he didn’t escape. And when he’d spoken to that bastard who’d taken the title of headmaster, well...

“I just don’t understand why you want me here. There is nothing I can offer.” 

“You have educational value.” 

“And how’s that?” 

“You are a dragon-human hybrid with great knowledge of a number of extinct dragon species that once roamed what is now known as the Nordic Countries. Whether you like it or not, you’ve been traded to us in return for a favor we’ve done for your ‘Mother’.”

“And exactly how long do I have to say here?”

“As long as I say so.” 

Not the best impression really and it seemed that the ‘Lord Master Argo’ as he was called didn’t seem to like him either. 

Maybe it was because he’d had to be caught and brought back to the Academy...oh well. 

And so he was most likely going to be used as an exhibit, made to flash his claws and teeth and then proceed to get poked like a damn science experiment. 

He glared down at the shoes on his feet (because they made him wear shoes just--why?!) before burying his face into his green soft-shell jacket, hands in pockets..

“ [ i ] t is getting late, my child. you must get your rest, “ he spoke as gently as the summer breeze. The room was dimly lit in his youngest daughter’s room, adding a sense of warmth and comfort. Elessar sat in a single wooden chair beside her bed– his arms gently folded across his chest. 

The look his daughter gave him melted his heart. There was a special place in his heart for Ithiliel– there was a special place in his heart for all his children. They were all dear to him, and the thought of any harm coming to them caused his blood to boil. The King would do nearly anything to fill their lives with joy.

A small sigh escaped his lips, deciding to give into her wishes,

“ alright, a'maelamin – but just one. “

A smile tugged at his lips as he shifted from the chair to his daughter’s bed, taking a seat at the edge of her side.

Like Snotlout or the twins would be out in the woods and he’d appear and be like ‘what’s up?’ and they’d go about treating him the way they usually do (poorly) and he’d go along with it but when they go back to the village and talk to Hiccup he’s like ‘what the hell are you talking about?’ 

And meanwhile he’s literally screwing with the weather of Berk. just from being there so it’s double the brilliant 

Half of the village thinks that they pissed off the gods in some way. 

The other half thinks that it’s a demented spirit with a grudge

The forest had been relatively silent that day; the animals were passive as they went about their daily lives and the trees were silently humming with energy and connection. 

Hiccup had missed this back in the future (oh the irony) but the modern era did have a certain charm to it... like an increase in human decency (and certain areas of indecency). 

The only thing that had ruined it was the broken leg and wing. 

He’d been able to set them straight and bind his leg by ripping some of the cloth off of the bottom of his tunic so that they could heal but it was taking much longer than it would have taken had he been at full strength.

Hiccup had been lucky that he hadn’t been sucked into a void with that amateur spell. The original purpose had been to teleport him across the world (to give the caster more time to escape) but the witch had slipped up in the pronunciation of a few words and instead of send away it had turned into void send which would have sent him into a black pit of no return (not even his soul could have escaped). 

He had only barely been able to interrupt the casting and mixed his own magic as the ‘object of possession’ for the spell to latch onto. 

And so he was sent back to the years where the magic he possessed had been born and nurtured over thousands of years. Berk. 

However, it was unknown to Hiccup as to whether there had been a slightly alteration on his part and that he was instead in a different dimension rather than the past. 

The male forced himself silent when a spike of pain ran straight up his foot. Getting up, he leaned heavily on his staff  in order to pull himself up (it took a second but he managed). The spirit sighed as he began to make the trek to the river nearby, complaining internally about having to get up . 

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Hiccup struggled a bit to balance the books in his arms. He checked over them one more time, making sure that he hadn’t missed anything. He wondered if he should have put them in his bag even though they felt really light. Did he look normal? 

Well... this was dumb. 

He was a spirit that was nearing the 2000 year mark and was going to modern day high school. What was his life? 

“’Hiccup you’ve got to try new things! Hiccup you’ve got to learn to understand humans of this time better!’ Hiccup this, Hiccup that-- why the heck I haven’t I changed my name already...” The boy continued to grumble to himself as he placed the necessary books (all honors or AP, oh the joy). 

Technically in the official records he was Henry but it didn’t sound much better to him. 

He was currently wearing a pair of ripped jeans (that felt too tight), a long sleeved green Henley (it was pretty close to what he already wore, minus the twine), and shoes (the dreaded shoes, oh god) with some brand name backpack slung over his shoulder. 

Someone just kill him. This was NOT what he signed up to when he agreed to being the Spirit of Autumn. 

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Hiccup wasn’t angry. No, he wasn’t angry at all!

He was freakin livid. 

The weather responded quite eagerly to his violent change of emotions: wind picked up speed and storm clouds began forming faster than what was normal.

This wasn’t planned or beneficial to the balance but it was going to happen simply because the seasonal said so. 

Mother was allowed to have her tantrums, so was he. 

“JaaaaCKKK!!” 

His roar was bestial and had little human intonation. The name traveled through the wind and echoed across corners. The anger that permeated the air was so vivid that even a number of humans felt chills run down their spines though unknowing of why. 

They were just lucky that he had enough of a reign on his surroundings that he was able to keep from making a hurricane or a tornado. 

The seasonal stormed down the asphalt paved road of Burgess, every step sure and quick. He left the ground smoking and hot every time the sole of his feet left the ground. 

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Hiccup had been in this time line for years but it was already driving him crazy with jealousy and irritation. 

Not only were vikings ok with dragons in this time line but his other self was CHIEF! THE CHIEF!!

It was honestly the most baffling and frustrating thing that he could imagine. Not to mention that while he had imagined what he might have looked like when he grew older he had never thought that he’d turn into that. 

Talk about a lady killer seriously! How unfair was that when he was stuck with toothpick arms and legs. It wasn’t like he didn’t like how he looked now but seriously?! How was that fair??!

The spirit sighed as swung his legs back and forth from where he sat on one of the sturdy houses, simply watching as the villagers went by their business, not noticing him in the least bit. The dragons, however, would glance back and forth between their partners and him before squawking at their humans until they were told to quit it. A few terrible terrors even flew over and spent a few minutes just crawling over him or demanding a petting. 

He flickered his eyes back forth from human to dragon, completely and utterly bored. The seasonal had been limited to the archipelago and while he’d have loved to go somewhere else in the area Hiccup’s curiosity made him stay put.