[He lets out a sharp bark of laughter at that, his shoulders shaking with mirth.]
Of course not. Who could be scared of a Hiccup?
[He spits his name out like it's poison, upper lip curling in his own sneer as he draws his sword, showing her that he's more than willing to fight her. It's one he's carried for a while now, made from Gronkle iron like the first sword Gobber made, dented with age but still in good condition, given his blacksmithing skills. His eyes blaze as another lot of greenery bursts into puss nearby, narrowing at her.]
Why on earth would you be afraid of something like me?
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Of course not. Who could be scared of a Hiccup?
[He spits his name out like it's poison, upper lip curling in his own sneer as he draws his sword, showing her that he's more than willing to fight her. It's one he's carried for a while now, made from Gronkle iron like the first sword Gobber made, dented with age but still in good condition, given his blacksmithing skills. His eyes blaze as another lot of greenery bursts into puss nearby, narrowing at her.]
Why on earth would you be afraid of something like me?