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it’s like they want each other and can’t hide it anymore
#there’s what you call a burning subconscious desire to kiss someone #and then there’s merlin taking it to a whole new level (staywithmerlin)
this is like so brolin, colin is holding bradley back from mauling him right in front of everyone
The Sharp End of the Blade (closed)
He took up his position in the ring and adjusted his grip on the hilt. A horn sounded for the start and Pitch watched as the man started forward. Wait. Wait. Wait. Breathe. Take in what moves. Weak right which would benefit the lefty. Stutter in his step so move quickly and he won’t be able to keep up, footwork wise. Breathe. Wait. He’s tensing for and attack. Pitch reacted quickly and blocked then counter attacked before the blow was being lifted. The man side stepped a good portion of it but the blade still landed a hit. Pitch withdrew and sidestepped then took another quick swipe, moving gracefully.
The fight continued for another few blows before the man was on his back with Pitch’s sword at his neck. He winced. He’d been hit in the leg and knew there’d be a nasty bruise later if nothing else.
Hiccup watched on Pitch, on edge as the other knight threw blows at him, "Come on, Pitch... Focus.. You can do this.." He muttered under his breath. Once the man landed on his back, Hiccup knew Pitch had won the first round. Before he was able to let out a breath of relief, Hiccup noticed Pitch wince, and limp slightly as he left the arena. He was hurt. As quickly as he could, Hiccup took of for the tent.
Just wait for it when HTTYD2 hits theaters. There’s going to be a plethora of parallels like this, between the two movies. Intentional parallels, literature parallels. I can feel it already, and it’s going to be amazing.
This gifset is priceless.
The Sharp End of the Blade (closed)
"Excellent in actual battle, yes. The politics bit doesn’t make much sense but I need this. I have to move up." He had a daughter to take care of and a nanny to pay to help raise her while he was away. Pitch needed all of the help he could get. “Thank you though Hiccup." He smiled and grabbed his sword and helmet. Sword play now. Jousting this evening and tomorrow… Too much to keep up with. “Ready then?"
Hiccup nodded, “Knock ‘em dead." He was confident in both Pitch’s skill, and his armor. He knew Pitch would be a force to reckon with. Hiccup was the best blacksmith in the kingdom, so naturally he had the utmost confidence in it’s defense. Hiccup was well aware of everything Pitch had at stake.
"I know you’ll do great. We all do." He smiled, referring to to him and Pitch’s daughter.
He nodded and headed out of the tent. Pitch kept his breathing slow and his pace even. His expression fell into something unreadable when he was in the public eye again. The trek to the ring was slow going with the crowd around him and the winding path to get to it but once he was there, he adjusted his shield and waited at the door for his round. That was a long wait with the two other groups ahead of him. The fights themselves were not that long but when one of the participants was badly injured, things took a little longer. Oh gods he knew that kid. Pitch sent a silent prayer to God for him and crossed himself.
The moment Pitch had left the tent, Hiccup raced around through the back of it, and hurried to the stands to watch. As confident in Pitch as Hiccup was, he was still nervous for him as well. Some of the best fighters in the kingdom were there to accept the challenge. He knew a bit about who was going to be in it, because Astrid had been complaining about them, and how it was unfair she couldn't join the tournament as well.
As Hiccup finally made his way to the stands, he sat and watched as the battles continued, and waited until he saw Pitch take the arena, "I believe in you.." He muttered under his breath, as he saw Pitch enter.
The Sharp End of the Blade (closed)
"Excellent in actual battle, yes. The politics bit doesn’t make much sense but I need this. I have to move up." He had a daughter to take care of and a nanny to pay to help raise her while he was away. Pitch needed all of the help he could get. “Thank you though Hiccup." He smiled and grabbed his sword and helmet. Sword play now. Jousting this evening and tomorrow… Too much to keep up with. “Ready then?"
Hiccup nodded, "Knock 'em dead." He was confident in both Pitch's skill, and his armor. He knew Pitch would be a force to reckon with. Hiccup was the best blacksmith in the kingdom, so naturally he had the utmost confidence in it's defense. Hiccup was well aware of everything Pitch had at stake.
"I know you'll do great. We all do." He smiled, referring to to him and Pitch's daughter.
The Sharp End of the Blade (closed)
"Haddock! I need you to help me get my armor back on." Pitch stumbled into his tent, looking out of sorts with his chest plate skewed. He looked helpless. The usually composed, young man was disheveled more than he’d ever been. Nerves were getting to him and there was no way in heck anyone was going to see it outside of this tent. Especially his men. They could never see him nervous, no matter the situation.
Maybe on his wedding day if he ever managed to get that far with anyone…that was understandable.
This was not the time to be nervous however.
"Please?" he pleaded quietly.
Hiccup jumped at the sudden intrusion, “Y-yes of course." He fumbled around, confused as to why Pitch had seemed so disheveled. He quickly gathered up the armor, and began to place it securely onto Pitch, “What’s troubling you?" He asked quietly. This behavior was highly unusual for a knight, but especially for Pitch. Hiccup knew something was going on.
“I’m just nervous. Mass chaos out there and I have no control over it." He thanked him and adjusted his bracers, breathing slowly to calm himself. “Look…this determines if I’ll move up to a more prominent position. That’s why. I’m sorry if I seem snippy."
Hiccup glanced up at Pitch, a small smirk crossing his face, "You have no need to be nervous. You are an excellent knight, and this tournament will only prove that." As he finished adjusting Pitch's chest plate, he stood back, admiring his work, "Armor fit for a king!" He said with a grin, "You'll do great."
Roleplayer me
sometimes I'm all like: oh god I can't write more than 3 lines
but other time: here have 3 paragraphs
but then you have those moments: take my novel.
hiccup-dragon-rider-haddock sees me!~
“Well hey there, Dragon Boy!~”
Hiccup rolled his eyes, and attempted not to grin at the nick name, “Jack, what a lovely surprise.”
“Aren’t I?~” The white haired teen snickered.
Hiccup simply continued to grin at Jack, “Less and less everyday."
"Ouch. .. Seriously? Ouchh." Jack pouted as he dramatically brought a pale hand up to where his heart was. “Hurt me. Right here.”
"I'm sure it did." Hiccup mused with a small chuckle, "So, Jack, care to tell me what brings you here?" he asked curiously. It wasn't unusual to see Jack around every now and then, but Hiccup was always curious as to what the winter spirit was up to.
The Sharp End of the Blade (closed)
"Haddock! I need you to help me get my armor back on." Pitch stumbled into his tent, looking out of sorts with his chest plate skewed. He looked helpless. The usually composed, young man was disheveled more than he’d ever been. Nerves were getting to him and there was no way in heck anyone was going to see it outside of this tent. Especially his men. They could never see him nervous, no matter the situation.
Maybe on his wedding day if he ever managed to get that far with anyone…that was understandable.
This was not the time to be nervous however.
"Please?" he pleaded quietly.
Hiccup jumped at the sudden intrusion, "Y-yes of course." He fumbled around, confused as to why Pitch had seemed so disheveled. He quickly gathered up the armor, and began to place it securely onto Pitch, "What's troubling you?" He asked quietly. This behavior was highly unusual for a knight, but especially for Pitch. Hiccup knew something was going on.
Jack: We then proceeded to have unexplainable make-out urges and totally did the do.
Jack meets Flynn
cONSEQUENCES
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