It doesn’t need to be said that all the weird things happen to Hiccup. But all of the weird things happen to Hiccup.
He should have realized something was off when he opened the door to s u n s h i n e. Nice days only meant bad happenings for him. [ And if that way of thinking was sort of unhealthy, well, Hiccup had other things to prioritize than his mental state. ]
Nice days meant staying inside and pretending the bangs and bams you heard from the other vikings was just…not happening.
He lived a really healthy life style, honestly.
But, no. It was such a nice day for flying, and Toothless was banging on the door with his tail every ten seconds, whining pitifully –—- Hiccup just wanted to go outside.
So, he did.
Rays of warmth soaked into his skin like a magnet, seeping into his bones to combat the chill that winter had set inside. Everyone else seemed to be doing well, too ;; it set him at ease as he climbed onto Toothless and took off, soaring into the sky.
Wisps of wind blew through his hair, over his cheeks, making him squint his eyes, and he was laughing, because Toothless turned them upside down, silly faces all around.
But all good things must come to an end.
They don’t notice the-––—the rip in the sky until Stoick is yelling for them to come back, but it’s too late. It sucks them in, Toothless making frightened, defensive noises as Hiccup just tries to hold on. It feels like hours, but everything just goes b l a c k.
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When he wakes, he’s on unfamiliar land, nestled under Toothless’ wing. Toothless is breathing, but he’s still—–out, which is unsettling. Hiccup groans as he wiggles his way out, and-––-there aren’t any forests at all. This is unlike anyplace he’s ever been to, and it makes him step closer to Toothless.
He doesn’t want to leave the dragon alone, defenseless. But he doesn’t know where to go. It’s surprisingly empty, for something that looks like a well-cared for town.
It’s not going to do much, but it’s worth a shot.
“H e l l o ?”
Brief as it was, it was like a flash in the sky. As if it had cracked open for a split second and as gone again in the blink of an eye, and there was no real way of knowing whether or not it had actually really been there. Yet still feet moved and doors opened and a gate was pushed and leaves were kicked aside. There had been a shape that seemed to have fallen from the sky only moments after the flash, like nothing that had ever been seen before. A mass, a rather large one, black against the sky falling down and down and down.
A bag was still slung over her shoulders, across her torso, still not unpacked from her latest venture, though she had not gone anywhere new. It bounced and bumped against her hip as she made her way through the darkened forest and to the crack in the wall that was normally off limits to those who lived in the town, and she started to step through to get to the other side of the wall.
The habit of returning to Twilight Town still had not been broken, probably would never be, though if the Organization had truly been looking for her they would have already found her. So Naminé figures that the old mansion is still safe enough for her to reside within, so long as she does not tip of the townspeople to her presence and continues to stay silent throughout the rest of her stay there. And over her year of residing on the world, she had never seen a black mass fall from the sky, and part of her was not sure if she wanted to know what it was.
What if it was a Heartless?
A Nobody?
A monster?
All the same she stepped through the wall and paused just before she would come out the other side, peering out into the open area where no one was walking at the moment—but there was something lying there. Something… not really a thing, because she could tell that it was a black creature with wings, but she couldn’t truly tell what it was. Nothing that she had ever seen before, for certain, and it appeared that there was someone curled up underneath a wing… someone who was stirring.
As much of a relief as it was to know that there was no one dead lying on the ground out in the open in Twilight Town, Naminé still kept her distance warily and watched from the hole in the wall, shrouded in shadows and pressed against the edge, as the person—a boy, she noted—stood up and looked around. Judging from his clothing, and from the creature that seemed to have been protecting him, it did not look like he was from around the area, and he seemed lost. Lost and hesitant to leave the creature’s side, and he called out hesitantly.
There was a beat of hesitance from the Nobody before she sucked it up and nodded slightly to herself, knowing that there was no way she was going to be able to walk away and ignore the fact that there was a boy lost, with a creature that may or may not have been dangerous. People who lived in Twilight Town may not have reacted all that well to that, after all.
So she stepped out from the crack in the wall that surrounded Twilight Town and took some strides towards the boy, tilting her head to the side as she got a better look at him. ”You seem like you’re lost.”
