Author's note:
These are my first submissions to Mericcup Week.
I don't really know how to write the Scottish accent, so, just imagine it
After this interlude, my sincere wishes for you to enjoy this
;)
Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertips
Merida found him for the first time, lying unconscious on the ground, while she was riding Angus.
He looked innocent, calm and young, with big soft eyelashes fluttering like butterflies against his cheek. But he was not alone. A violent growling awakened her from the divagations about caressing those tiny freckles.
A huge black reptile was in front of him now, protecting the strange boy.
"Shh, lad, A'm not here to hurt anyone..."
Immediately after she said that, it calmed down, opened its eyes and lookes playfully at her. Then, it stepped away.
The boy was standing up.
"I'm sorry for Toothless, he can be..."
He was wide-eyeing her.
"...very...uhum...very...protective, yes!, protective."
He kept the amazed look on his face.
"Watcha think ya're lookin' at?"
"You're...you're very beautiful" after this tirade, he just mumbled and looked down, growing red on those cute freckled cheeks. She felt herself going hot, but even then couldn't stop herself from gazing discretly.
Tall, dark hair, really huge green eyes. It looked like he had a whole forest inside those eyes. Strong and muscular, but slim and elegant. Without the left leg.
He was the perfect impersonation of bravery, youth and freedom.
"SO, uhum, who are you, and where are we?" He was normal again, and curious.
"A'm Merida, and ya're in the lands of Dun Broch" She should also say that she was a princess, and that she shouldn't be talking with him like that, but instead...
"And who are ya? Where are YA from? No one looks like that here."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't presented myself earlier. I'm Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock Horrendous III. I'm from Berk."
"Where?"
"You just have to go to the North, then you follow the sound of roughness and dragon's cries."
"Ya're a Viking!" Oh, no. Vikings were no good. Her parents always told her stories about how, after their raids, barely a dozen people survived, if any, and even those with almost nothing!
"I'm...not so sure about that. Vikings don't really run away..."
She was intrigued with his, indeed, lost appearance. But that wasn't enough. He could have been acting all the time. She raised her bow and pointed an arrow at him.
"Not interested on yar sad story, Viking! Now ya will come with me to see me fa- me king, Fergus, the Bear King, calmly. He will decide what to do with an invasor."
She led the both of them, Hiccup and Toothless, to the castle.
Fergus decided that the invasor should be locked with is dragon in a room without any windows, guarded twenty-four hours per day.
Although Merida didn't wanted to admit, not even to herself, she was dying to talk with him again.
She avoided carefully the guards and spoke with him, learnt about him and, eventually, fell in love with him.
But that is another story.
I am not here to tell you how it started, but how it ended.
After they gave their hearts to each other, she decided what to do. It was absolutely necessary. Their only chance to be together: ask her parents to marry.
"No way, me daughter is marrying a Viking! Lass, ya're the heir princess! Ya must marry a Scott, not an pariah!" Fergus shouted.
Merida screamed on response.
"But ya told me to choose whom would I marry!"
"Out of question! If he was an honoured lad, I could consider! But he was disowned by his own father!"
She quickly thought about her chances. An idea lighted up, she selected it, and there was the plan.
"Fine!" Merida bursted out to her room, and locked herself in. She prepared money and clothes. She got food from the kitchen. She sent a letter to her lover.
In that night, when the moon was already high on the sky, three shadows could be seen, only two of them human.
When the guards took consciousness of the missing prisioners, they were already flying.
The king was awaken.
Weapons were taken.
The horses were starting.
Toothless was flying.
Arrows were shot,
Maces and spears too.
They were for the dragon,
Not you two.
A sword was rised,
A wing was broken.
They started to fell
To the meadow, open.
Two bodies, interwined forever.
The tale of two lovers,
And how their love ended.
Oh, aren't we a pretty, pretty pair?
Yes, we are
All, all the king's horses
And all of his men
Couldn't tear us apart