[ she's midswing when he grabs her hands, and they remain balled into fists in his grip, the momentum he arrests forcing her to stagger, scarlet curls swaying around the emerald of her dress. she'd seen the flicker in his eyes, but she hadn't needed the proof to know that this was Hiccup. that even though this power might come from an outside source, it was still the dragonrider that had faced her down.
Merida wrenches against his grip, trying to pull away (so she can hit him again), but it lasts only long enough for him to pull her closer, to touch his forehead to hers.
she knows what this is, even though the low of his face makes her go red. knows that it's that fear that's swallowed him whole and made him dark around the edges. it might have been Pitch that coaxed in him in (and the way he soothes her now seems so much like the old spirit), but it was Hiccup's bitterness that brought him here (one she understood too well). he wants her to come with him because it would make them stronger. ]
I'm doing what nobody else will. [ it's not a shout, which is a step up perhaps, but she pushes her forehead back against his with force— it's hard to tell if it's because she's pushing him away or because she wants to get closer. she pulls back a second later, anchored by her wrists in his palms but leaning back to look him in the face. she's flushed and still looks like one of the furies of legend, but now that she's this close she wants to bite his mouth just as much as she wants to hit it. ] Talkin' pretty to me isn't gonna change that.
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Merida wrenches against his grip, trying to pull away (so she can hit him again), but it lasts only long enough for him to pull her closer, to touch his forehead to hers.
she knows what this is, even though the low of his face makes her go red. knows that it's that fear that's swallowed him whole and made him dark around the edges. it might have been Pitch that coaxed in him in (and the way he soothes her now seems so much like the old spirit), but it was Hiccup's bitterness that brought him here (one she understood too well). he wants her to come with him because it would make them stronger. ]
I'm doing what nobody else will. [ it's not a shout, which is a step up perhaps, but she pushes her forehead back against his with force— it's hard to tell if it's because she's pushing him away or because she wants to get closer. she pulls back a second later, anchored by her wrists in his palms but leaning back to look him in the face. she's flushed and still looks like one of the furies of legend, but now that she's this close she wants to bite his mouth just as much as she wants to hit it. ] Talkin' pretty to me isn't gonna change that.