night's fury

umbra haddock, the eighteen year old daughter of hiccup and astrid, the type of person who would rather keep her head in the clouds than stay grounded.

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jonathanbittern:

“doesn’t everybody have a little strange in them?” jonathan stopped and tilted his head to the left. “I am one of those people who will pop bubbles.” he grinned, though it didn’t look like a good one. more like a disgusting attempt to look nice. “good. nature, huh? why do you like it?”

“...i suppose.” she raised an eyebrow. “is popping bubbles supposed to make you evil or something? because i’m terrified. quaking in my boots.” she tapped the heels of her boots together as she rested against the tree. “like i said, it’s peaceful. i grew up around it. and turn the smile off, you look constipated.”

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justiicex:

justice crinkled her nose, though didn’t argue with umbra on that topic any longer — she knew that umbra was right. of course, she wasn’t about to outright say as much; that’s what the silence was for. when umbra spoke again, justice replied with a quick, “yeah, but you need a partner to —” however, she quickly cut herself off, figuring that it was pointless. umbra was probably right. she always was. “umbra, honey, we’ve been over this … sentient~”

umbra was silent. she didn’t want to take advantage of justice’s drunken honesty, but she also wanted to know how her best friend felt. “...you need a partner to what?” she asked, lightly tapping her finger against the coffee table. “i know we’ve been over this, that’s why i know for sure that the carpet isn’t sentient.”

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justiicex:

justice pouted, lifting her head to look up at umbra. “but i am.” she retorted, although even she knew that it was untrue. the dragon girl’s pout furthered, and she hid her face in the carptet, mumbling a, “well, i don’t have a partner to think i’m the best …” the only time justice let herself be even a bit vulnerable was when she was drunk off her ass — she couldn’t help it, really. “maybe your carpet likes when i whine over it.” she lazily waved a pointed finger at umbra.

“no, you’re not.” umbra’s disapproving gaze only let up when justice let herself be vulnerable, and she sighed. she knew justice would usually never complain about not having a partner, but drunk justice was far different from sober justice in terms of what she revealed and didn’t reveal. “you don’t need to have a partner to be the best,” she said. “my carpet can’t like anything, it’s not a living thing.”

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justiicex:

“hey. i am reliable even when druuunk —” she whined, making a face at umbra before she face-planted into the carpet completely. “whaaat? sian and i are, like … tied. you can’t just turn us against each other like that!” she feigned offense. at umbra’s last remark, the dragon just whined, hiccuping a bit here and there.

“no, you’re not. i love you, and you’re great, but you’re really not,” umbra said, leaning against the back of her couch as she watched justice face-plant into her beautiful carpet. “nope, he’s my partner, of course he’d be the best.” growing up with snotlout and tuffnut as uncles, ruffnut as an aunt, and astrid ‘actual warrior queen’ haddock as her mother, she tended to be a little competitive when it came to sian. “don’t whine over my carpet.”

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justiicex:

“well, i’ll make sure that they don’t.” she hummed, struggling to roll over onto her stomach, burying her face in the carpet as she did so. “the charmingest personality a dragon ever did seeeee —” she sing-songed, then made a face at the glass of water. “i don’t want that,” she complained. “i don’t … i don’t want to be not-drunk —”

“really? i’d believe you if you weren’t so drunk, you know,” she said. she wasn’t about to let the topic just drop. she didn’t mind justice getting drunk, of course not, but her carpet was in jeopardy. she had to step in. “of course, though sian sometimes beats you on that front, i gotta say,” she teased. “well, too bad, ‘cause that’s what you’re getting.”

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sarcastic-stoker:

Cole glance at Sian from the corner of his eye. He frowned slightly as she threw the necklace and walked away. Once she was out of sight, he sighed and picked up the necklace. He felt bad, and he knew he felt bad because the only time he ever felt like this was when he disappointed his mother or his family. He didn’t quite know why he felt so bad, though. He’s done and said much worse than what he said to Umbra, so why did he feel so awful? He looked over at Sian and patted his head. “You still want to hang out with me, or do you want me to fly off for being a dick?”

sian let cole pat his head ( he really liked being pet on the head ), but made sure to keep his disappointed expression. he closed his eyes, shook his head, and gestured towards umbra, who was still stalking off. the message was clear, ‘make things better’.

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justiicex:

“i know, i know — i’ll give you all the credit for warning me, don’t worry,” she hummed, puffing out her cheeks. she stared up at the ceiling, briefly wondering how her dad would feel about all of the things she had done upon coming to auradon. “well, then it must have been your charming personalityyyy —” she sang. of course, she was only teasing, however. a pause. “hey, can i have another ten alcohol yeeet?” she made grabby hands toward umbra ( though more directed at the alcohol ).

“good, otherwise my parents would rip me apart.” hiccup and astrid were always telling her to look after the dragons, and she had every intention of doing so, but justice was a stubborn one. “charming personality?” she snorted. “yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.” rather than giving justice another ten alcohol, she slid over the glass of water. “here.”

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justiicex:

justice made a face, crinkling her nose and scrunching up a face. “is it really a baaad idea?” she retorted, puffing out her cheeks. of course, whether it was bad for dragons or not, it wasn’t going to stop her from doing it. “but you cast a spell on my heaaart~” she sing-songed, wiping a single, pretend tear from her eye.

“i mean, probably, but if you wanna test that theory, you go for it. just don’t say i didn’t warn you,” umbra said with a shrug. at least umbra knew what that stuff did to humans, so she was completely aware of what she was doing to herself. at the pun ( was it a pun? she was going to take it as a pun ), she rolled her eyes. “i did no such thing. i don’t cast spells, let alone on people’s hearts.”

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sarcastic-stoker:

He blinked at her words. “Seriously? You don’t have many friends? Jeez, I wonder why? Maybe you shouldn’t accuse people of things they did not do.” He slowly nodded his head. “True. You’d need to be liked to have a secret admirer. You might have a stalker that hates your guts, though… Although, why they gave you a nice gift, that makes no sense.” He scrunched up his forehead pretending to be in thought.

his tone as well as the actual words he was saying made umbra’s blood boil. people teased each other all the time on berk, but it was never like this. her hand clutched the necklace tighter. “if the present makes no sense, then there’s no point in me keeping it, is there?” she said in a controlled voice, making sure her emotions didn’t betray her. sian noticed, of course, and there was a low rumble in his throat, showing how unhappy he was with the situation. she chucked the necklace on the ground and spun around, walking away. “there’s no point in wearing a gift a dick gave me.”

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sarcastic-stoker:

Cole rose an eyebrow at her. “Wow. Well, now I know how little you think of me, and seriously? You don’t know of anyone that would do that besides me of course since I did no such shit?” He asked pretending to be flabbergasted and shook his head. “Maybe you have a stalker or a secret admirer… or both.”

“i don’t have many friends. not that i can really consider you such, but i know you more than most acquaintances. it’s enough to go on,” she said, not believing his story for a second. at his suggestion, she let out a bark of laughter. “yeah, right, sure.”

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justiicex:

justice was silent for a moment. umbra had a point. “… well, yeah, so … like …” she scrunched up her face. “so, do something that makes me stand out? that makes me better than everyone else? so, like … do drugs count?” she hadn’t taken any drugs, of course, but she had to ask. “but you’re made of viking — vikings are the best. turn it sentient, turn it sentieeent!~” she chanted loudly, practically screaming.

umbra actually had to think about the suggestion. “i mean, i guess it would make you different, but i don’t know how drugs would effect a dragon’s body, so is that really a good idea?” if they were bad for humans, then surely, they were bad for dragons, too. not that it would stop her if she happened to be in the same room as some weed. “vikings aren’t magic, you know this.”

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sarcastic-stoker:

He jumped a bit at the loudness of her voice and rose an eyebrow as she held up the necklace. “What are you talking about?” He asked pretending to be confused. “And why are you holding up a necklace? Shouldn’t that be worn around your neck?… It’s a nice necklace, though. I have to admit.”

umbra glowered at him. “stop playing dumb, stoker. no one else i know would be stupid enough to steal a necklace, give it to me as a present, and then threaten me by telling me that i have to wear it unless i want the authorities to be called,” she said.

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sarcastic-stoker:

-time skip-

The next day, Cole spotted Sian on the roof of Umbra’s building and flew down next to him. He transformed back into his human form and smiled. “Hello, Sian. Did you and Umbra have a good day yesterday? What do you want to do today? Today is all about you and what you want to do.”

as soon as umbra saw cole’s dragon shadow outside her window, she grabbed the necklace she’d been given and headed out the door, turning the corner so she could see the roof properly. “STOKER,” she called, then raised the necklace. “you have some explaining to do!”

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justiicex:

justice tapped her long nails against the side of the class, taking sips every few seconds. she made a face at the sound of the clanking, though she still continued to do it. at umbra’s remark, the dragon narrowed her eyes at her friend, though the look had no real malice to it. “i’m a nooormal dragooon~” she sang, crinkling her nose. “— well, you haven’t turned it into a sentiment … cement … condimental being yet, so get on ittt!~” 

“why would you want to be a normal dragon, anyway? do something that makes you stand out. you like being better than everyone else, right?” umbra knew how prideful justice could be, so she couldn’t help but try and exploit that, just a little bit. “i can’t just turn things sentient, justice, i’m not made of magic.”

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justiicex:

justice proceeded to mumble incoherently as the cup was shoved into her face, but even in her drunken state, she felt obligated to listen to umbra — the nightlys listened to the haddocks, it was just the way it was, really. so, she whined and took a sip, still grumbling to herself. “hey! i am a normal dragon, just … a normal dragon who likes alcohol and marijuana, obviously.” she crinkled her nose. “— the carpet likes being pet, though, umbra!” she pouted dramatically.

umbra watched, satisfied that justice was listening to her, at least a little bit. how long that would last in her drunken state, she didn’t know. “that’s not a normal dragon at all, but suit yourself, you crazy lady.” she raised an eyebrow, looking at her carpet once more. “it’s my carpet; if anyone’s going to turn it into a sentient being, it’s going to be me.”

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jonathanbittern:

jonathan said nothing while getting into the lake with whatever clothes he had on. it wasn’t bothering him or anything and started to splash the stranger with water. “out of all the places, why choose this one?” 

“you say that as though i’m the strange one,” she said, watching the boy wade into the lake. she simply blinked as she was splashed with water. she was used to the dampness of berk. “people don’t usually make a scene here, so it’s a good place to relax. and i like nature.”