Her blonde hair may look wonderful swishing in the wind like that, but it was hopeless. Her blue eyes may swim when he looked at her, but it was hopeless. Her ruby lips may be full and gorgeous, but it was hopeless. She may have the best personality any person could ever have, but it was hopeless. Camicazi turned around.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing."
"Hiccup…"
Her big blue eyes grew larger, taking a more innocent form.
"What happens with all the tribe stuff when we tell them?"
"I don't care. I love you." that was Camicazi's answer every time the question arose.
"Let's just tell them now, then."
"OK."
Hiccup looked surprised, but stuck to his word.
"I think they're over down there."
Three tall, muscular adults stood on the hillside, brandishing their weapons and pressing on how 'mine is better'. Hiccup and Camicazi started down, grasping one another's hands. Camicazi dug her fingernails in Hiccup's hand hard.
"Ow."
"Sorry."
"GUYS! MOM! DAD! BERTHA!" the reluctant couple ran towards their parents, the wind slapping their backs.
"Hiccup loves me, and I love him. And we're willing to face the consequences."
All faces hardened. Was it hopeless?