[When the panther stands and comes closer, Jack can't help jumping a little bit, and quickly starts walking back, trying to pull his husband with him. He doesn't look at Hiccup when he's talked to, eyes always on the animal, worried and skeptical.]
I do trust you. I don't trust him.
[And by that he doesn't mean the panther, he means Pitchiner - the hate in Jack's words is obvious to notice even for someone who doesn't know him well. Maybe it's a good thing this didn't happen in the safety of the palace after all, who knows what kind of show Jack would've put in public as a reaction to the asshole's idea of a present.
It's when Hiccup speaks again that he finally turns to look at his husband, frowning hard and pulling the king's arm even harder.]
Of course he isn't. That's why we're getting out of this room and calling security so they can take this... this "gift" away and we can go back to our honeymoon. I'm not letting that fucking bastard ruin it for us.
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I do trust you. I don't trust him.
[And by that he doesn't mean the panther, he means Pitchiner - the hate in Jack's words is obvious to notice even for someone who doesn't know him well. Maybe it's a good thing this didn't happen in the safety of the palace after all, who knows what kind of show Jack would've put in public as a reaction to the asshole's idea of a present.
It's when Hiccup speaks again that he finally turns to look at his husband, frowning hard and pulling the king's arm even harder.]
Of course he isn't. That's why we're getting out of this room and calling security so they can take this... this "gift" away and we can go back to our honeymoon. I'm not letting that fucking bastard ruin it for us.