A/N: Here's chapter two! I'm kinda busy with school and all, so I can't promise that I'll update consistently, but I'll try my best to keep up with the story! Thanks so much for the follows, favs and reviews, and God bless!
Dillion MacGuffin was in his personal quarters of the vast ship he and his da were taking to West Scotland. He'd been on the ship for only a few hours now, and unlike his normal, sea-legged self, he couldn't wait to get back onto terra firma. Right before embarking on the journey to the MacIntosh clan for his good friend Young MacIntosh's wedding, he'd received a letter from Merida.
Merida, Dillion thought. Just thinking of her seemed to make his big heart pound. Laying on top of the stiff bed inside his small room, he pulled out the letter, rereading it to himself once more.
In scraggly, almost rushed handwriting, Merida delivered a message to Dillion that was short, sweet, and to the point, much like the writer herself.
Dearest Dillion (ha, I'd never call anyone Dearest, but your name's Dillion so I can't help it,)
I've got news. Change of plans-I'm going to Allan's wedding. I'll explain why when I see you.
Your friend, Merida
Yes, it was only three lines, but they warmed Dillon's heart immensely. As much as he was happy, he was also curious. What-or who, Dillion thought-made Merida change her mind so abruptly about attending Allan's wedding. He'd remembered how she had bluntly told both Kane Dingwall and him how she wasn't going to the wedding because of-
Hiccup. That'd been it, Dillion assumed. Och, it must've been rough on her, Dillion thought to himself, already knowing that Hiccup and Merida must've split. Recently. From the letters that Merida had sent him, Hiccup was clearly a person that had meant a lot to the princess of the Highlands. Over the years Dillion read about the triumphs, losses, stories, and dragon-training that Hiccup and Merida shared. She even once sent a sample painting of Hiccup to him.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was a lanky youth their age, but seemed very much the opposite aesthetically, as Dillion was practically ginormous with muscle (he'd lost his chubbiness thanks to all of his expert caber tossing), had a trim beard, hay-colored hair, and round blue eyes.
But anyways, back to Hiccup. Merida always seemed to find something praise-worthy of the scrawny Viking, and basically spent every waking moment with him during their summer trips, her time spent exclusively with the olive-eyed boy-er, man.
Thinking through his rush of thoughts, Dillion couldn't help but feel selfish. Yes, Merida was finally unattached once more, but Dillion pointed out that she must feel miserable, as the split must not have been on her part. Dillion then decided he would just be a comfort to Merida, if that would even be possible. After all, they hadn't seen each other since Merida had turned eighteen, and many a year had passed since the fiery reed lass had seen the bumbling heir of clan MacGuffin, face to face. Would she be the same, or would things be, well, awkward, despite their never ending correspondence? Would she think of Dillion now as more than a friend?
So many questions ran through Dillion's head, and he could bear to think of them all.
"Och, I'm just kiddin' meself," Dillion huffed to himself, in the solitude of his quarters, and he tucked away the letter, now crumpled from his firm grip, and just lay on his cot, listening to the sounds of burly men chatting in the deck above.
PS to Brown Eyed Skye- I'm also a Merricup shipper (I blame Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons) but then I also love MeriGuffin :-) thanks for the review!
