[He's not shouting anymore either, fury gone from his face. There's still a thrum of anger deep inside, but he smiles a little when he sees her flushed face. Not much could make the Queen of DunBroch blush and he feels a swell of pride in his chest when he realizes it's the close proximity to him that does. He may or may not be aware that he's coaxing her in almost the same way Pitch did him, when he was absorbing the fearlings into his body, but he knows.
He's talked to Jack and Astrid after all. He doesn't need to talk to Rapunzel to know what her stance on his allegiances would be (the spring princess never was fond of shadows), and he doesn't quite care what the Guardians think. Never has. The Guardians represented a change, the same change that had brought Christianity to smother the old pagan ways, until the Gods were just stories and legend of a people long since gone. A part of Hiccup had resented it, and he hadn't known until a time not so long ago just how much it had bothered him that his people and everything that had made them were all but gone.
He raises an eyebrow at her talking pretty comment, tilting his head. He can see the look in her eyes, the way she wants to hit him. There's a tugging feeling in his chest, and he finds himself letting go of her hands, dropping his own to his side.]
Why would I be talking pretty to you when I'm just telling the truth?
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[He's not shouting anymore either, fury gone from his face. There's still a thrum of anger deep inside, but he smiles a little when he sees her flushed face. Not much could make the Queen of DunBroch blush and he feels a swell of pride in his chest when he realizes it's the close proximity to him that does. He may or may not be aware that he's coaxing her in almost the same way Pitch did him, when he was absorbing the fearlings into his body, but he knows.
He's talked to Jack and Astrid after all. He doesn't need to talk to Rapunzel to know what her stance on his allegiances would be (the spring princess never was fond of shadows), and he doesn't quite care what the Guardians think. Never has. The Guardians represented a change, the same change that had brought Christianity to smother the old pagan ways, until the Gods were just stories and legend of a people long since gone. A part of Hiccup had resented it, and he hadn't known until a time not so long ago just how much it had bothered him that his people and everything that had made them were all but gone.
He raises an eyebrow at her talking pretty comment, tilting his head. He can see the look in her eyes, the way she wants to hit him. There's a tugging feeling in his chest, and he finds himself letting go of her hands, dropping his own to his side.]
Why would I be talking pretty to you when I'm just telling the truth?