[ he gets her wedged under the weight of his blade, under the flex of his muscles, and even with magic behind her Merida was no match for the Viking's brute strength. she's always been slighter than he is, but what he makes up in Viking power she makes up in nimbleness. she digs her heels in, though they slip on the rot that litters the ground beneath them, the effect having him force her feet to slide even while she keeps upright. ]
What's that old codger got that we don't! [ she roars back at him, and their blades sing as she ducks under his arm, bringing her sword around as she goes. the edge of it glances harmlessly off his armor, and the sound ricochets off the rocks behind them. instead of waiting for him to turn and face her, she comes at him again. ] Pitch is no more believed in than you or me!
[ because that was the truth of it— they were old spirits. they were the heart of a religion that had gone out when the crusades had come, when the church had begun laying waste to the pagans. she and Hiccup were no different than the fairy folk off the coast of England. but maybe that was why she was taking this so hard—
she'd known him the longest, outside of Astrid. had felt a kinship with him, one that bloomed into desire when the bucks fought over their mates and the birds were courting.
Hiccup's weapon comes down on her again and the breath puffs out of her, burning down her spine, and once again she skids backwards under the force of him, feeling the strain burn in her arms.]
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What's that old codger got that we don't! [ she roars back at him, and their blades sing as she ducks under his arm, bringing her sword around as she goes. the edge of it glances harmlessly off his armor, and the sound ricochets off the rocks behind them. instead of waiting for him to turn and face her, she comes at him again. ] Pitch is no more believed in than you or me!
[ because that was the truth of it— they were old spirits. they were the heart of a religion that had gone out when the crusades had come, when the church had begun laying waste to the pagans. she and Hiccup were no different than the fairy folk off the coast of England. but maybe that was why she was taking this so hard—
she'd known him the longest, outside of Astrid. had felt a kinship with him, one that bloomed into desire when the bucks fought over their mates and the birds were courting.
Hiccup's weapon comes down on her again and the breath puffs out of her, burning down her spine, and once again she skids backwards under the force of him, feeling the strain burn in her arms.]