#wispsofdestiny

He tries not to laugh. He really, really tries not to laugh. He tries so hard.

"Never said it was."

     ”Well, Ah mean… Ah dunno, Hic.”

     She was probably the wrong person to ask, in all honesty. She knew she felt things for Hiccup — something more than ‘just friends’.

     But there were complications, things they both needed to worry about, especially if they did end up… being more. Kingdoms could fall to ruin.

                                 One s e l f i s h mistake can last a lifetime.

     Then again, Merida never was one for traditions. She didn’t meet Hiccup’s eyes at first, but then her blue eyes flickered up to try and see what he was thinking.

      "Ah guess it all depends on wot yer thinkin’. Because… Ah like ye, Hic, an’ if ye haven’t figured out that Ah’ll fight for ye… There’s a lot ye need tae learn, ye ken? Ah’m fine the way we are —”

                                                      Maybe a half- lie.

     ”— but Ah wouldn’t mind being more than ‘just friends’.”

     She had a really big feeling she hadn’t phrased that correctly, but hoped he understood. She was b a d at this. 

     At first he wasn't sure what to say, because he himself had felt many different things towards her.

     His head was everywhere and his emotions, doubly so.

     After Astrid, he really thought that he could never come to love again, but he questioned himself more and more when this bright-haired girl walked into his life.

     After a while of speechlessness, he finally found words.

     "You'd fight for me?" He smiled, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes began to wander.

     "I guess... I guess maybe I do have a lot that I need to learn. It's—Well maybe it's something I need to be taught...

     Something you can teach me."

It had been a long time since they had seen one another.

Almost five years, in fact.

It was strange, to- after all this time- come back to Dunbroch, where he had spent so much of his childhood. Queen Elinor and King Fergus had been like second parents to Jack, as his own parents had been to Merida. The last time he had been here was... when the arrangements had been made final.

He had returned home to finish schooling, and it had almost seemed like this day would never come.

But here he was- back in Dunbroch. Dressed to the nines and sure that the fiery red-head would be poking fun the minute they were able to casually talk- specifically because back in Caele, they didn't wear kilts. He had asked his father's permission to wear one, but the king insisted upon the traditions of their own tribe. His legs were wrapped in close-fitting pants, but were barely seen beneath the overcoat that hung near his ankles. It was high-necked and inlaid with gold filigree. A ceremonial dagger and sword hung at his hips (which he found entirely silly since he could barely hold weapons, let alone use them) and a simple golden circlet was almost invisible in his snow-white locks.

Several people waved at him as the procession climbed the hill toward the palace, a few of them he remembered from his childhood and he smiled brilliantly. They had a lot of catching up to do.

They made their way into the courtyard, where they shed their caravan and entered the palace. The smell his hit nose and Jack suddenly felt all the tension built up on the ride here drain out of him. It was like being welcomed home. It was warm and familiar and he grinned. The doors yawned open into the throne room, and there they were.

Something had changed about Elinor. She had always been a loving woman (if a little strict with Merida) but there was something even more... maternal about her now. Her long hair was unbraided and cascaded to the floor like silk. Fergus didn't seem to have changed at all.

He saw Merida and something inside him leaped. He hadn't seen his best friend in so long and it took every bit of self control in him not to dash to her throne and envelope her in a long-overdue bear-hug. He settled for smiling brightly and giving an emphatic wave.

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