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stormflies[As soon as Dagur went down, Hiccup picked up the crossbow the other boy had been carrying and ran. Sprinted through the thick of the forest that served as the arena for the year's games like the hounds of Hel were on his heels and didn't look back over his shoulder even as the blood that had splattered on his face dried. He swallowed in gasps of air like he was gulping down water, trying to get as far away from this area as possible without stepping in range of the barrier.
It had been four days since the Hunger Games had started, almost a week since he'd left home in District 4. He remembered his name being called out, the wave of murmurs that had gone up from the crowd. Not even the mayor's son was safe from the Games, everyone knew, but for Hiccup to have actually been drawn from the lots...well, the laughter that had come up from his cousin and the twins in the crowd had said it all through the silence and solemness of it all. Hiccup the Useless? In the Games? He wouldn't last ten seconds.
He'd surprised everyone by achieving a 8 on his bid to impress the judges. Not nearly as impressive as the 10 his mother had garnered when she had been entered. It wasn't like he could live up to the name of Valhallarama Haddock. He'd lost sight of his district partner since the scatter at the Cornucopia, when he'd picked up his shield.
Dagur hadn't been a bad choice of an ally, but the Career was a bit mentally unhinged, always shouting and grinning madly at the idea of killing. Gods knew why Hiccup had caught his attention, but it worked, for a while. He was roped into the Career pack, until a girl from District 1 named Heather had decided to end the alliance. Dagur had chased Hiccup into the woods when he made a break for it, running right into one of the traps Hiccup had set up around their camp. A couple of bludgeons to the head with his heavy shield and Dagur was done.
Hiccup hadn't bothered to stick around and check on the rest of the Career Tributes.
He leaned against a tree, taking in a deep breath before he squared his shoulders and locked the crossbow onto his arm, holding it close. Listening for sounds, he leaned on the tree for what seemed like hours, crossbow locked and loaded, shoulders tense and eyes peeled for any sign of another Tribute.]
It had been four days since the Hunger Games had started, almost a week since he'd left home in District 4. He remembered his name being called out, the wave of murmurs that had gone up from the crowd. Not even the mayor's son was safe from the Games, everyone knew, but for Hiccup to have actually been drawn from the lots...well, the laughter that had come up from his cousin and the twins in the crowd had said it all through the silence and solemness of it all. Hiccup the Useless? In the Games? He wouldn't last ten seconds.
He'd surprised everyone by achieving a 8 on his bid to impress the judges. Not nearly as impressive as the 10 his mother had garnered when she had been entered. It wasn't like he could live up to the name of Valhallarama Haddock. He'd lost sight of his district partner since the scatter at the Cornucopia, when he'd picked up his shield.
Dagur hadn't been a bad choice of an ally, but the Career was a bit mentally unhinged, always shouting and grinning madly at the idea of killing. Gods knew why Hiccup had caught his attention, but it worked, for a while. He was roped into the Career pack, until a girl from District 1 named Heather had decided to end the alliance. Dagur had chased Hiccup into the woods when he made a break for it, running right into one of the traps Hiccup had set up around their camp. A couple of bludgeons to the head with his heavy shield and Dagur was done.
Hiccup hadn't bothered to stick around and check on the rest of the Career Tributes.
He leaned against a tree, taking in a deep breath before he squared his shoulders and locked the crossbow onto his arm, holding it close. Listening for sounds, he leaned on the tree for what seemed like hours, crossbow locked and loaded, shoulders tense and eyes peeled for any sign of another Tribute.]
