#littlemoreofthis

[lumorie]

can you draw my boi Hiccup?

There is no way to say no to this cutie pie!!! 

[sunlight-maiden]

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“But that’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Desperation, a bit of an imminent fear already located in her eyes and in the way she gestured with her hands: open palms that tried to make him stop and think about this for a little longer. Stop him from doing something that the both of them would live to regret.

A second passed, in which she cleared her mind and tried to look for a better way to express her thoughts. “They... they don’t know you. They don’t know anything about you, Hiccup. And they haven’t got the chance to, that’s how their life have worked so far. But it’s wrong. They’re wrong...”

The girl bit her lips, daring to take a step ahead, even if the knot in hr throat felt heavier than ever. “Hiccup, I need you. I want to be with you, please...”

[teenvamp]

          ❛ Oh -- -- sorry if I startled you or your dragon up there ! I forget that others flying at night don’t have the same vision as I do. Plus I don’t think a talking bat is something you encounter on a nightly basis while flying, right ? ❜ Mavis laughed nervously, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind her ear a little self-consciously. So much for first impressions. ❛ So uh, anyway -- I hope he’s okay, along with you. I’m Mavis, by the way ! ❜

@littlemoreofthis  /  call

[berserkerchief-blog]

@littlemoreofthis replied to x:

"Wait... I was talking about something else. What about you and Tuff?"

💥 “Oh, uh, I thought you were talking about... Nevermind! Forget I said anything.”

Yep, he’s going to avoid the subject.

[asundrop]

🌹

🌹 Tell her she’s pretty ! / Not accepting.

“Baahhh! That’s sweet! Thank you!” She’s actually very excited to be thought so highly of by the Chieftain. In a world where dragons flew and the uglier the name the better than wait --- Maybe being beautiful was a bad thing?

“That’s a good thing right? You meant to be sweet not... insulting?”

[hefja]

they are wild both, she and this masked boy, churning up the dawn-kissed clouds with their wings, the dragons beneath their bodies the other parts of themselves. all their edges, their gaping holes, filled by the beasts of fire that complete them, the rough scale beneath questing hands. masked herself, staff in hand, she stares him down, her body language shifting furious atop her stormcutter.

she has to remember her voice, every word reclaimed an arduous task, before she calls a warning across the harsh and hollow air :  “ who are you ?  what do you want, out here ?  you’re in dangerous lands, so fly carefully. ”  her words, dark and heavy, promise this :  that if she deems him a danger, she will not hesitate.  ( after all :  a dragon protects her own. )

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