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@broken-roses- I finally did it, say hi to my disastrous take on the hanahaki disease inspired by this post. It turned out way longer than intended but I hope it’s still fine.

Lance missed the Earth, and it was no secret. He missed it the same way he missed his family, the two realities blurring and mingling together in a dull nostalgia most of the time. He missed the ocean and the shore, the glimmering sand under the sun, the hot white pebbles along the road, the birds chirping shrilly in the branches shook by the breeze… to the pretty flowers blossoming here and there, he had to admit, he never gave much thought. And yet, if asked, he would have loved to be given the opportunity of seeing even those again. So he thought at least, but in truth, what were the odds of him somehow finding earth flowers here in space?
As unexpected as it was, Lance did end up seeing earth flowers again, and the same small, light blue ones that grew between the cracks of his front door steps at that.
It was just petals at first. So small, so frail, the very firsts must have gone unnoticed.

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rebloggedliked  asked:

I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“What?”
“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Jesse.”
“(Y/N).”
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“What?”
“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Well?”
“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“Grungy.”
“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”
“Thanks!”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?

Shit.

You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“Yep.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his fingers doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
“Well? Whadd'ya say?”
“I-”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
“Sure.”
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait ‘til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

Are All Humans [a future!Barry Allen imagine]

a/n: MERMAIDS MERMAIDS MERMAIDS


Star Labs…you made it! The buildings kinda…out of order…but you know what they say! It’s better on the inside. At least, you think it’s what they say…eh. You trudge up the steps, groaning when you feel your leg start to give. No, not now! You can’t change now! There’s no water…

Leaning on the wall for support, you head deeper inside. This building sure is messy. Maybe that’s how humans live? “Hello?! Anyone?! Please!” you call out. If you were in any other situation, you’d test the echo in here more. But you’re cold, wet and naked. You need warmth or you’ll change.

With a blister of wind, a tall man appears in front of you. You look at him, totally amazed at the way his emerald eyes sparkle under his dark bangs. They could be the color of shells on the ocean floor. “Who are you and why are you here?” he growls, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you.

Oh thank goodness! Shivering, you hold the jacket close to your breasts, fluttering your eyelashes at him. Are all humans this handsome? “I’m Y/N, I need…” you trail off, feeling both of your legs tingle. Oh not- before you know it, your two very human legs form a tail; pink, purple, orange and blue scales scattered on your bottom.

The man’s eyes widen and he catches you before you fall. His long auburn locks flutter around his thin face, barely touching the scruff above his lip; holding you to his chest. “Okay then…” he huffs out in a slightly annoyed voice, peering around. Panting, you feel his hands grip your biceps, dragging you down the curved hallway. “Just what you needed today, Barry. A mermaid…” he grunts to himself.

When Barry stops, opening a dusty door to what looks like a bathroom, your sunset colored tail flops against the floor. You gaze up at him in a daze, seeing him grit his teeth together. “There’s a sign in front for a reason….” he grumbles under his breath, gripping your arms tighter as he heads to the bathtub. It has stuff inside.

“Ow.” you whimper quietly, head tilting back limply. “Don’t gotta be so rough…” you mumble, trying to look at him.

The man disappears and so does everything in the bathtub. Wow! Can all humans do that? His black t-shirt rides up his stomach, showing a patch of pale skin, when he scoops you in his arms, placing your bottom on the silver edge. “Okay, tail first, then…” he calculates, frowning and picking up your tail.

You watch him huff as he moves your tail into the tub. “Are all humans this grumpy?” you ask innocently.

Barry flicks his hair out of his eyes, resting his exposed forearms on the edge as the tub fills with water. “I’m not grumpy.” he defends in a rough voice.

“Oh.” you blink, flopping your tail while you push your upper body in the tub. Ah, much better… “So all humans talk to themselves then?” you tilt your head.

The speedster sucks in a deep breath; dark jeans scrunching when he shifts on his knees. “No.” he bites, turning his head to gaze at you. “Are all mermaids this curious?” he questions in a mocking way.

“Yes.” you grin, moving your face closer to his excitedly. “Are you the only human? Are there more?”

A scoff escapes him and he backs up a little. “There’s more than me, don’t worry.” Barry mutters in a hoarse tone. You furrow your eyebrows. “Look… you can’t stay here, okay?” he says softly, curling his fingers around the edge. “I live alone, I like being alone, so it’s not happening.” he ducks his chin, hair in his eyes again.

Frowning, you cock your head to the side and brush some of his hair behind his ear. “You’re sad…” you whisper, batting your eyelashes. “Maybe I can help you-”

“You can’t.” he cuts you off, grunting as he stands to his feet.

Oh, he is so grumpy. You peek up at the tall speedster, pouting slightly. “I can’t go back home.” you admit in a soft breath.

Barry raises one of his bushy eyebrows, crossing his arms over his black t-shirt. Hmm…he certainly has muscles… “Why not?” he coughs, plump lips set firmly in a thin line.  

Sighing, you watch your tail flop around, slowly beginning to split into your two legs. “I am cursed.” you say nonchalantly, adding in a shrug for good measure. “I can go a day with my legs, then they become a tail again until I’m in water. I can’t be in water forever either, because after awhile, I get legs. It’s really inconvenient.” you explain, scrunching your nose.

Barry cradles his face in his hands. “Alright. You can stay.” he mutters, rubbing his scruff; you grin widely. “But I’m not staying.” he adds quietly, turning to walk into the cortex.

“Would you please?” you call out, breasts pressed to the side of the tub. Huh, you made him stop. “It’d make me happy.” you smile shyly.

His shoulders tense and he slowly spins around, hair in his eyes. Yay! He’s walking back to you. “Tell me something.” you hum, folding your arms on the edge of the tub, knees becoming exposed. “Tell me about you!” you beam, climbing onto your knees.

Barry scoffs, bending down. “There’s not much to tell.” he lies, nibbling on his bottom lip. “God, I’m having a conversation with a half naked woman!” he mutters under his breath, holding his forehead, dirty locks swaying. “What has my life come to…”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you’re about to speak before you notice your legs. You have legs again! “My tail’s gone!” you grin, standing up on wobbly legs.

Before the speedster can respond, you lose your balance and tumble forward, latching onto his thin torso. Shocked, Barry holds just below your boobs, blushing like mad behind his hair. “Yeah…I’ve noticed.” he grunts, steadying you. Letting a breath out, he squints at you.

Crap. There’s that tingling again. Before you blink, the sunset themed tail is back, making you sigh. You flutter your eyelashes up at the tall man. “My tail’s back.” you cringe, hearing him gasp a little, trying to get a good hold of you.

Gritting his teeth, Barry spins around, positioning your arms around his neck. “Come on.” he all but growls, taking a step forward.

Your tail flops out of the bathtub when he moves, dragging behind you. “Where are we going?” you ask innocently, pouting slightly.

Barry pants, hunching over so your front is pressed against his back; collar of his black t-shirt hanging. “To…the pool…” he growls, taking another step, “In the basement…”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?”

A huff escapes him and he blows some hair out of his eyes. “So I can run some tests…” he bites, “Stop asking questions.”

“Sorry.” you cringe, pausing for a second as he walks. “Are you sure you’re not grumpy? You sound grumpy.” you frown, resting your head on the back of his neck.

Barry sighs aggressively. “I am not grumpy.”

First Kiss (SPN Preferences)

Dean

Originally posted by impalaimagining


Your first kiss with Dean was anything but conventional.The both of you were slightly tipsy and you were playing truth or dare. The dares were pretty tame until Sam dared Dean, your long-time crush, to kiss you. Of course, you protested. ‘’Sam, that’s stupid! He doesn’t have to d-’’ But you were cut off abruptly by Dean’s lips on yours. It was amazing but it would have been better if we hadn’t been interrupted y a certain moose telling us to ‘keep it in our pants’. How annoying. But, other than Sammy interrupting, it was hot, and an amazing start to your relationship with Dean.

Sam

Originally posted by pleasingpics


You and Sam had been crushing on each other for a while. You both knew that you liked each other but neither of you would admit it. This all changed when you got hurt on a hunt. You’ve been injured on a hunt before but this was different; you had ended up in the hospital, not in the best condition. Sam had stayed by your side the entire time and when you finally woke up he didn’t waste a minute telling you how he felt. ‘’Y/N, oh thank God! You’re okay! I need to tell you something. Y/N I love you. So much. And I have to tell you because I love you and I nearly lost you’’. And then, your lips collided in a loving kiss.

Castiel

Originally posted by equaldean


You had feelings for Cas, and everyone knew it. Sam knew it. Dean knew it. You pretty sure that every single angel and demon in Heaven and Hell freaking knew it. Apparently, everyone except for Castiel. So, when the Christmas season rolled around and the Winchesters decided to celebrate for once, you realised this was the time to make your move. You had hung a sprig of fresh Mistletoe under the door of the bunker’s kitchen. One day soon after you set the Mistletoe above the door frame, you and Cas got stuck under the door together. At first, you didn’t remember but when you saw his gaze head upwards towards it, you didn’t know what to do. Your mouth hung open, unsure of what do. Suddenly, the angel crashed his lips to yours in heated kiss. Eventually, you both came up for air and rested your foreheads together. ‘’It’s human tradition, correct?’’ Castiel murmured, smirking slightly. 


Hello!!! I’m back (about time). Hope you enjoy this. It’s just a little filler thing I’m posting while I work on some requests that will be posted soon!! Seeya soon x - Sinéad 

anonymous asked:

Okay Jimin in jean skirt got me ** Can you make a hc of Jimin wearing only Jungkook's long shirt in the bangtan dorm and he likes to tease the jibooty since it's naked under the shirt and Jimin everytime is embarassed and horny that they can be caught by the members, pretty please?

+ Its almost normal at this point.

+ But what can Jimin do when Jungkook’s shirt is so comfy and pants are annoying.

+ Also the hunger in Jungkook’s eyes is a plus.

+ Jungkook loves it. Jimins ass jiggles against his shirt as he walks past and it rises up when he reaches for something.

+ Jungkook also likes how easy it makes sex.

+ Jungkook comes up behind Jimin in thr kitchen and just sticks his fingers into Jimin’s entrance and the elder moans.

+ Jimin is always prelubed.

+ Jungkook kisses his neck as his tickles the back of Jimin’s thigh while he thrust his fingers in.

+ “fuck Jungkook just fuck me already!” “Don’t have to ask twice.”

+ Jungkook carries condoms in his pocket and only pull his cock out of his pants to fuck Jimin.

+ Jimin moans as Jungkook fucks him with his stomach against the counter as Jungkook grips the meat of his thigh.

+ Jimin spots Namjoon walking in and blush at their leaders expression. But fuck he almost came.

+ “wow Hyung. Being watch really does it gor you.” Jungkook jokes as he watches Namjoon leave while muttering how they’re animals.

+ “shut up just fuck me harder!” Jimin whines in embarrassment

anonymous asked:

Was at HVFF this weekend. When I was in line for S auto, pants mom came out and said something in his ear & he looked real annoyed. Pants came out later on and her & S had a quick kiss. Both eyes open lips barely touched. Yes I was a creep but was interesting to see how they interacted with my own eyes! She just stood there for a little bit her mom tried to hug her and she was too busy trying to answer her phone. Seemed like both women wanted the attention S was getting...🙄

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anonymous asked:

I feel for Isayama. He is trying to finish a story that is just so complicated and does not need to be so complicated, he has fans that have made death threats, and it's just hard to write sometimes. He is very talented and I hope SNK was good practice for whatever he does next.

I agree with you, anon. At this point he’s honestly just doing his best. No matter how much he loves the series, I kinda imagine he just wants to get to the end by this point. Let him have fun with his interviews and stuff tbh; the canon has to stay focused on the plot so he can get it done on time and it probably doesn’t leave a lot of room to include everything in the canon that he’d like to.

For those who don’t like the interview material: invoke Death of the Author and ignore it.

For those that do like it: seriously enjoy it. That’s what it’s there for.

I still have a few pallette memes to get to but I took a break to finish this sketch that has been sitting in my WIP folder for a bit.

So basically I have my dragon shifter Hiccup and my RP partner has her little werewolf pup Jack and I figured why not have them meet? They’d be so cuddly and cute together but were!puppy Jack has a habit of nipping at Hiccup’s tail and wrecking the furniture.

So here it is. The irritable scale!kitten and his stray. My monster boys.

Finding the Frost Wind

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SHIP: HiJack (Hiccup and Jack Frost)


The air was crisp like a mint leaf and it howled without rest pulling the grayscale clouds over the skies. They stole the sun and the warmth from the land far sooner than the people expected them to. The golden hue of the cornfields which had reached their peak of brightness because of the year’s harvest was diminished by the darkened sky. The green hairs in holding the ears of corn shivered for they weren’t expecting the days after their emergence to be so unwelcoming.

Berk was a town known far and wide, from Beach City to Empire City, as having the best harvest in the tri state area. Some might say they are the only harvest place in the entire tri state area, if not for some rumors about a crop field as big as theirs somewhere nearby. Whatever the case, Berk’s townspeople lives and worshipped the harvest they bring in each year. Every year they’d bring in buckets after buckets of vegetables, wiping their brows of sweat each time, ignoring the summer heat because it only served to fuel their muscles. So it came as a shock to them when there was no greeting summer sun to signal the impending harvest.

“By Odin’s fanny, wise the dang wind so strong today, again? For the fifth time this week,” groaned Gobber, the town’s premiere, if not only, welder. A fat man with his long beard tied in twin tails, he was fixing a loose bolt on his prized tractor, one he called Grumpy for reasons unknown to any of the townspeople.

Next to him was Berk’s pride and joy: Stoick, the hulking owner of the massive cornfield. He glared at the uncooperative skies with distaste. The massive muscles on his arm pulsated and protruded with the anger swelling beneath them. He stroked the ends of his beard which reached down to his powerful chest.

“I don’ understand it, Gobber. Every yeer the harvest grows.”

“Yup.”

“Every yeer we collect the harvest.”

“Ah-huh.”

“And every yeer we celebrayte with a dip in the river to cool off. So why is it this yeer we’re gettin’ cold winds and a freezing river?”

“I don’ understand it either, Stoick, are dads never had to deal with this. Well mai dad especially; I still say that ‘retirement’ crap was a load. Maybe we’re the generation that gets unlucky,” said Gobber

           Stoick dropped himself down on the stack of hay next to his old friend and sighed deeply. The lack of summer sun heating his burly beard wasn’t the only thing occupying the farmer’s mind. Out of the corner of his eye his second dilemma struggled to get a cow back into the barn.

           “Come on, Betsy, work with me here,” struggled the young Hiccup, Stoick’s son. The old dairy cow was doing the exact opposite, instead savoring the grass beneath it, with every bite slower than the last. Hiccup crashed his body into her side repeatedly. “Why. Are. You. So. Heavy?”

           The last push threw Hiccup to the ground with the recoil. His mouth readied itself to shout with the pain, but he noticed his dad watching from the distance. Hiccup shot back up to his feet, brushing off the dirt and the pain on his shoulder with a cocky grin.

           “Don’t worry, Dad, Betsy’s no trouble. I’ll have her.” He started pushing again. “In. The. Barn. In no time.”

           It was obvious the dairy cow wasn’t moving despite the thin boy’s efforts. Stoick ran his hands across his face with disgust.

           “Huh, can’t take ‘em anywhere, can ya’?” Gobber joked.

           “What’ema goin’ do with him, Gobber?” Stoick groaned.

           “You can start by lettin’ him find his stride. Hiccup’s not gonna find his stride doin’ jobs for someone like you, Mister Muscles for blood.”

           Gobber downed a hefty jug of beer down his throat and passed the cup to Stoick who downed the rest, which was still plenty of beer. He even shook it to get the last drops to touch his tongue.

           “That was the last thing I had. I put him through evyrthin’, Gobber, believe me. Herdin’ the cattle was the last thing on my list.”

           “Give it time, Stoick. Me, it took me fourteen yeers to find mai calling.” Gobber nestled his blowtorch, which was still on, and tractor in his arms. “Oh Spit. Oh Grumpy. Never leave me.”

           Stoick rolled his eyes. “I’m gettin’ another drink.”

           Gobber kept his eye on Stoick as he walked away, with a disapproving grunt outlining his exit, but then he switched to Hiccup who finally got Betsy to start moving.

           It would be more accurate to say Hiccup was fruitlessly pushing Betsy while the cow moved on its own accord. The shadow of the barn’s door fell over them as Hiccup was in the last stretch of his journey. Sweat piled on his brow, his heart was racing, and his breath was losing him. But at long last Betsy was in her pen and Hiccup closed the wooden door behind her.

           “I did it! Yeah!” Hiccup cheered, recovering the energy he had lost in an instant. He raced outside. “Dad! Dad! Did you see—that?”

           The excited fourteen year old discovered he was alone. Gobber left his tractor and his father was nowhere to be seen. The wind tussled Hiccup’s unruly brown hair over his eyes, and with the sweat on his face the strands clung to his skin.

           “Ah great.”

           Hiccup threw off his work boots and sat at the foot of the massive cornfield. He mumbled his complaints to himself, but for his own reasons complaining out in the open didn’t feel right. Reluctant to get up now that he just took a seat, Hiccup took a stroll through the town.

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