Nov 16, 2014
HTTYD Ship Week 8: Stalka
Stoick the Vast was talking to the young wierdo of Berk when he could be talking to Phlegma or Runa, or some other strapping, appropriate young woman.
Valka’s mistrust was open for all to see. She had no control of her features or words. It was discouraging for Stoick.
“Why?” And now she looked around—for Gobber or Hoark or one of the other beefy boys that hung around Stoick, as though this were all a joke.
Stoick could sympathize with her wariness. A bit.
“I want to dance with you,” he said slowly. What more did she expect? A poem?
“Me?” she asked again and Stoick let out a groan. He regretted asking. He should walk away with whatever dignity he had left.
- Hold my Hand
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