yes this is a dragon

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Were Grimborns evil even?
And I’m serious. Dragon hunters were doing the same as their fathers did. The same as all generations of hunters tribe did.
Both Grimborns were teached hunting for whole their life. Were hunting whole their life (and they’re not young tho) They never were interested in wars against others, as long they’re not ruining their business.

And… Why wouldn’t they fight, when some skinny teen on the dragon comes and frees their dragons, brakes their ships and traps, steels their gold. Basically… For nothing.

And really, Dragon Eye was never belong to Hiccup. It was created by Hunters tribe, it was found on Hunters ship…

But yes, harming dragons IS bad thing. Said Hiccup to Stoick 5 years ago, and did he reacted calm? No. It took him some years to deal with dragons permanently.
But Grimborns… They didn’t have their own Hiccup to start revolution. They were just doing what they should be doing.

And of course, they started aggression and fights against Riders, because… Riders were doing just the same.

Does it means Hiccup had to give up? No. But he could at least understand why Hunters doing all this. Why no one did? I was hoping Dagur would say anything about it, I was hoping Stoik will see himself in past… No. Everyone took Grimborns as evil, and Grimborns simply became evil.

And Grimborns themselves… This is really hard for them, but they’re intelligent enough to understand that whole world is changing, and the very first “Green Peace” is already exists.

Part of me was hoping Grimborn brothers will end up selling trained dragons, isn’t it sweet? But too late, my hopes already crushed… Not happy ending of the story that I loved the most.

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131 "This is an apology pizza. Take it or I will start crying right here." For cullrian? :D

Dear Lord, how long has it been since I wrote high school au?

Of all the times to get into a fight, about an hour or so before your boyfriend was about to board a plane to another country had to be one of the worst. Cullen knew he hadn’t been ignoring the tension that had been brewing the whole week leading up to the trip, though. Not when Dorian kept shaking his hand off in the hallways, let alone how an attempt to kiss out on a date had him snapping (even if he had apologized for it later). He couldn’t just let Dorian jet off without at least trying to sort all that out first.

Or maybe he should have. Because, even a good week later, he still wasn’t able to stop replaying just how Dorian had called him an idiot. He had been called worse before given how disastrous his last attempt at dating had gone. So, really, there was no reason for any of it to stick so much other than the fact that Dorian had been different.

He probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed at all, if Mia hadn’t come to launch herself on top of him, rolling about until all the covers were off.

“Look, I’m not saying you have to forgive him, but you’ll feel better once its resolved.”

“What?” Except by that point she had sunk low enough to try to drag him out of bed by his knees and, really, that was enough.

Which was how he wound up standing in his flannel pajama bottoms, sweatshirt hastily tugged on, while Dorian stood in front of him with a pizza, of all things in his hands.

“Um…” Dorian cleared his foot, shifting from one foot to the other. “It’s an apology pizza. So, really, take it before I start crying.”

“You’ll ruin your makeup.” Cullen fought to press his lips together to resist a smile at how Dorian’s eyes lit up. “I’m not… Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

“Of course!” Dorian exclaimed. “It’s not as if I’m completely unaware of my own ability to be an utter twit. The only… No one has ever wanted anything public before, you know? It wasn’t safe.”

“Well that’s not fair.” The bottom of Cullen’s stomach dropped out at how taken aback Dorian seemed by that. “You deserve more than being hidden away. Hell, I don’t know how anyone ever thought they could.”

The pizza box might have been dropped in the snow, but, really, being grabbed for a rather desperate kiss more than made up for it. (Even with his siblings cheering in the background.)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.