[ he drops his hold on her and Merida takes a step back, but only to regard him with some small suspicion. he'd circled her before, and now she retraces his steps, stepping lightly around him, ready to spring at any moment. the only reason she hasn't lashed out is the very reason she told herself she wouldn't hold back— the rabbit thump of her heart and the low warmth in her stomach. her fingers flex, and she can feel a bruise starting on her right hand where she'd popped him in the mouth. ]
You've never said anythin' about it before. [ but they never really had to, dancing around one another the way they had. and Merida had always told herself it was the changing of the seasons, could explain it away as harmless flirtation because she might be selfish but she wasn't going to be the other woman. ] I woun't be swayed by ya, Hiccup, not the way he swayed ya.
[ but the way she spits it almost makes her sound jealous, envy in a way she'd never expressed over Astrid. ]
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You've never said anythin' about it before. [ but they never really had to, dancing around one another the way they had. and Merida had always told herself it was the changing of the seasons, could explain it away as harmless flirtation because she might be selfish but she wasn't going to be the other woman. ] I woun't be swayed by ya, Hiccup, not the way he swayed ya.
[ but the way she spits it almost makes her sound jealous, envy in a way she'd never expressed over Astrid. ]