[ her circles her like a wolf and Merida brings her broadsword before her, held with both hands, and pivots her stance to keep facing him as he moves. she can see, now that he isn't looking at her with derisiveness and fury, the Hiccup she knew. he was the same boy she'd come to know so well, even with his darkened hair and his luminous eyes, and her grip tightens white-knuckled on the hilt of her sword. ]
You think I doun't accept fear? I've known my share of it! [ she shoots back, and even as she speaks she comes at him again— isn't surprised when he blocks her easily. ] Or have y'forgotten what the world used t'be like? Before everyone was worried about guardians and bogles!
[ the red of her hair flares when she swings at him again, and in a flurry of clashing blades (a move that had been practiced between the two of them, when their hearts had been pounding and Hiccup and grinned with bright eyes and Merida had bared her teeth in play) both her hands come up fisted near her shoulder and the handleguards of their swords bump against one another, locking them together. their blades were inches from skin this close, and if either one of them gave a breath first blood could be drawn.
but this close she also feels her chest backflip, responding to the thrum in her stomach and the rush of adrenalin hammering her heart against her ribcage. she's always been well aware of Astrid and Hiccup's relationship— that they'd been married, had children, had all but come into this spirit world together. she feels that if anyone would have been able to sway him, it would have been her. but Merida wasn't here to sway Hiccup: she was here to take out her fury, her frustration over the thousands of years spent doing this dance with him. they hadn't always been good friends, but there had always been passion between them, even if it was at the point of a sword.
this close she could reach out and fist his stupid wind-tousled hair. ]
You bastard. [ she hisses into his face, and with one mighty push she twists their swords together, wrenching his blade from his grip and sending her own careening into the mud. Merida has always been a selfish girl. she wants to make him hurt as much as she does and that's why she abandons any form of proper battle and punches him in the mouth. ]
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You think I doun't accept fear? I've known my share of it! [ she shoots back, and even as she speaks she comes at him again— isn't surprised when he blocks her easily. ] Or have y'forgotten what the world used t'be like? Before everyone was worried about guardians and bogles!
[ the red of her hair flares when she swings at him again, and in a flurry of clashing blades (a move that had been practiced between the two of them, when their hearts had been pounding and Hiccup and grinned with bright eyes and Merida had bared her teeth in play) both her hands come up fisted near her shoulder and the handleguards of their swords bump against one another, locking them together. their blades were inches from skin this close, and if either one of them gave a breath first blood could be drawn.
but this close she also feels her chest backflip, responding to the thrum in her stomach and the rush of adrenalin hammering her heart against her ribcage. she's always been well aware of Astrid and Hiccup's relationship— that they'd been married, had children, had all but come into this spirit world together. she feels that if anyone would have been able to sway him, it would have been her. but Merida wasn't here to sway Hiccup: she was here to take out her fury, her frustration over the thousands of years spent doing this dance with him. they hadn't always been good friends, but there had always been passion between them, even if it was at the point of a sword.
this close she could reach out and fist his stupid wind-tousled hair. ]
You bastard. [ she hisses into his face, and with one mighty push she twists their swords together, wrenching his blade from his grip and sending her own careening into the mud. Merida has always been a selfish girl. she wants to make him hurt as much as she does and that's why she abandons any form of proper battle and punches him in the mouth. ]
What's he got that I doun't!