Merida meeting Hiccup again after his abrupt departure a few years ago. I wrote this after the first teaser trailer for HTTYD2 came out. I wasn't kidding about posting all of my old crap.
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"Hiccup?"
The archer lowered her bow, blue eyes wide. For a moment she just stared at the boy in front of her, taking in the long, angular face of her old friend. She had barley recognized him. In her defense, he had been wearing a helmet, but Merida silently berated herself for not recognizing Toothless immediately.
The Night Fury had bounded through the tree line, apparently excited to see the red head after all those years apart. He had nearly given her a heart attack, his pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, closely followed by a thin wiry figure with a dark mask painted red like something out of her one of mother's stories of faeries and nymphs. Now, the fury sat behind his rider, pale eyes watching her, hurt and disappointed at her lack of recognition.
Hiccup smiled crookedly and she could see him again, the scrawny little thirteen year old she had met while abroad with her father. "Hey, Mer. It's been a while."
The red head blinked, letting his words register. It's been a while? The words made her flush, and her brow furrowed in anger.
The look on her face must have been as frightening as his helmet, because his face paled, He stumbled backwards, arms raised to cover his face as Merida ran at him, abandoning her bow, fists flying.
"You no good Viking," she screeched in between punches, "You've been gone all this time, without so much as a letter telling me where you'd gone or when you'd be back and you think you can just show up here all grown up with your fancy little braid and your cheek bones and just say 'Hey, Mer' and make everything alright?"
"Ow, Mer- I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!" It wasn't like he had expected a warm welcome from the Scot, he had left rather quickly without saying goodbye, but he definitely didn't expect her to try and kill him. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to her sides, effectively stopping her repeated abuse before she could do any permanent damage.
"Merida," She glared at him struggling to escape from his grip. He rolled his eyes, "Meri," He ignored her scowl, "I'm sorry." He said firmly as she tried to squirm out of his firm grip, mildly surprised at his new found strength. "I know I left without saying good-bye but something came up and-" he stopped, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Merida raised an eyebrow at him, she had stopped struggling, choosing instead to look at him like he had grown a second head, "What on earth are you wearing?"