A/N: My first Merricup story! leave a review maybe?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ATLA.
His love for her was like catching snowflakes on ruddy palms.
She appeared in his life with her blue eyes, and spent a few hours with him in front of his art at the small local museum. Then she was gone in a flurry of red curly hair and and a promise to return another day. He never met another like her. Her name was Merida.
Hiccup came back to his art piece everyday for nearly a year, but by the time shecame back it was too late.
The world was collapsing around him to the sound of air raid sirens and all he could do was stare at his painting and think about the girl who had so enraptured his attention. Hiccup closed his eyes when the building began to quake and thought about how selfish a life he'd led.
He died like that while the rest of his village hid in the community bunkers.
Merida came back two days later asking for the boy who had allowed his love for her to grow in his too large heart like a cancer.
When a solemn local girl with ashy blonde hair found her standing in front of the old museum she led her to a cemetery with a fresh headstone surrounded by recently turned dirt.
The people of the village stopped asking questions about the strange foreign girl when the blonde told them she was here for Hiccup.
That night there were no sirens to warn them about the air raid. She died the same way he did. With her eyes closed and hope lost.
I am thinking I will leave this story open to Continue adding drabbles.