~~**~~Hey everyone! Thankyou for joining me for another installment of TuffCup goodness! lol This is actually just a bit of a fluff and filler story to go between two bigger ones I've been working on, one complete ("This Sickness") and the other coming ("Waiting on the Sun")^^ *insert shameless self-advertising here* lol
Anywho, this was actually supposed to be a Christmas story! Sorry for it being so late! Since it was I didn't make it FULLY a Christmas story, but I did keep the theme as a sort've Christmas one...I kept the boys doing what I'm doing basically, running around because their Christmas gift's are WAYYYY late XD Other than that though, PLEASE just give this story a chance! Though it's only fluff, please try and get past this first piece, it's probably the worst out of all of them! I haven't written in a while so this was my piece that I was trying to get back in the groove with^^; Please forgive and keep reading! Thankyou so much! I hope you all enjoy!~~**~~
"Sentimental Snow"
"Don't look back...don't regret..."
The snow flakes were big. Big enough to where, if you tried hard enough, and had a pretty good imagination, you could almost see the varying patterns on them. And though they fell slow, they fell thick, covering the ground in a heavy blanket. The village looked innocent for a moment. Silence engulfed the world, the ocean's waves even seeming to have paused long enough for the snowfall. The vikings of Berk had yet to emerge from their huts, still burrowing beneath their furs and breakfasting before their fires, putting off the day for as long as they could.
The piercing cry of metal banging against metal shot through the soft of the silence. Seconds later the sound repeated, layers of laden snow shivering atop one of the center huts. Hiccup grunted softly beneath the weight of his hammer, pausing only to wipe the sweat from his brow. He turned, glancing through one of the slivers of cracks in the wood of the shutters, watching the snow continuing its dance to the ground. It had started falling about three in the morning and had yet to stop; he would know. He had been up since yesterday.
Hiccup sighed, turning to look back at the anvil beneath him, the glow of heat still lingering to the blade pressed atop it. Still wasn't right. It was already late as it was, he really didn't need to put it off any longer, but he couldn't leave it like this. It had to be perfect. It had to be his greatest piece ever. Nothing less would satisfy him. The hammer lifted with another quiet grunt before coming down with another piercing slam against the mailable blade. Just a little bit more.
He didn't want to be around any more. Not around town, anyways. He needed to get out or he'd go insane. It almost felt like he was on house arrest again.
"Where are YOU going?" She spun on her heel as he passed in their narrow hall, their angular shoulders bumping into each other with a sharp thud; they hardly noticed it any longer. He shook his head, grunting something unintelligible to even himself before tossing a hand over his shoulder at her, never breaking stride towards the living room. The answer didn't satisfy her, apparently.
"Tuff, you can't go out in this. No one's stupid enough to even be meandering around town right now!" She tossed a hand at the door as he dropped in front of it, snagging his boots from their corner near the coat rack, pushing the size thirteen on with a roll of his eyes. "Tuffnut," He cut a glare over his shoulder, watching her stand at the head of the hallway with her hands on her bony little hips, her spindly little fingers tapping away over the thicker winter tunic she wore.
"I'm not sittin' in front of that damned fire any longer. I'll kill you if I do." He grunted again, turning before he let her finish her own roll of her ash colored eyes. He rose to his feet, pulling his heavier vest off the coat rack and putting it on over the long sleeved tunic he was wearing. He hated winter clothes; he was SO much more of a summer person. The furs weighted him down in the winter...made him feel stupid.
"You'll kill yourself and your damned dragon if you go out in this!" She jammed another finger at the door; since when did she decide she was queen of the world? She wasn't his mother.
"I'll be fine." With that he opened the door, fat snow flakes immediately swirling in to slap him in the face, melting instantly on contact with the heat of his flesh. He closed his eyes and sighed, holding fast to the door, more snowflakes striking cold patterns on his skin only to terminate themselves in the warmth. "Be back later..." He ducked his head, pulling his vest farther over his chest before grumbling the words, his boot sinking up to the ankle with his first step out of the doorway.
She followed him into the barn.
"Tuff, seriously, what in the world kinda bug has gotten up your ass that you need to go out in this?" Ruffnut stood stroking Snort's head while Snuff wound its serpentine neck around her shoulders and batted its wide eyes at her, each dragon clicking and gurggling happily at the surprise attention.
"Nothing; would you just back off?" He whipped to face her with the snap, hoping to frighten her into submission, force her to back down...like he did Hiccup...Tuffnut turned back to Scrye, opening her stall with a heavy sigh and placing a guiding hand on her twisting neck as she lumbered out into the open. Ruffnut just watched and smirked; he would swear she was the spawn of Hel with that ugly smirk of hers.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait...is this about that stupid rock?" Her fingers drummed steadily on Snort's head, second hand scritching over Snuff's spiky spine. Scyre opened her mouth in a silent hiss at the girl, the smell of sulfur eeping off her breath in waves, Ruffnut leaning back some to avoid the creature's teeth and smell. Tuffnut smiled lightly at that one; Scrye was awesome and knowing when to shut Ruff up.
"It's none of yer damned business, is what she said." He started to lead the dragon to the open door, patting her side as her wide head bobbed languidly on her ever long neck. He hated to take the Nightmare out in the cold, hoped she wouldn't get sick from it; but he needed this. Absolutely NEEDED it.
"Tuffnut Thorston, if you're going out to look for a fucking Christmas present in THIS weather, you're insane. You need to let it stop before you go on your stupid love hunt. Hiccup doesn't want you DYING over this." Ruffnut turned to face him as he swung up onto Scrye's back, waving her hand dismissively at him with a flickering roll of her eyes again.
He didn't answer, just gave Scrye the go ahead to leave. And leave they did.