A/N: This will be three part story (maybe four if I feel like it) Left my artsy side to go with a more visionary thing and give you a little bit of what their parents do. WARNING MAJOR LANGUAGE, MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. Other than that, enjoy!
The loud banging from outside the gate hurt my ears. The coldness around me didn't help, it made my skin heat up, then burn. I felt like there was a fire starting inside me, my heart beat was building up to a faster pace, making my head dizzy. The banging stopped, the aftermath of it made the gate shake. My ears still ringing made me collapse to my knees, my breath slowly coming to a normal rate.
A hand was slowly placed upon my shoulder, the coldness of it made a vision take over me.
The boys' hand was placed onto my shoulder, creating a shock of coldness roam through my body. "Your cold." I said calmy, not wanting his touch to escape me. Unfortunetly he removed his hand, sighing. His breath fleeing from him and making it visible through the crisp air. He bent down to my level and shifted the back of his hand to be planted against my warm cheek.
I giggled, moving my hand to meet his. He took it as I squeezed it gently. His body tensed, I noticed I was probably burning him, "Sorry." I said, trying to move it away, but he wouldn't let me. He smiled, "I'm not letting you leave me, Merida. I love you too much to let you go."
I was brought back to reality, realizing what he said. I turned my back hoping to see the boy, but it wasn't, it was my mother. My heart beat quickened, she dragged me by the shirt making it tugg at my chest. She let go of me when we entered my rugged old house. The floorboards cracked, the windows broken and broken beer bottles scattered.
"You stupid bitch! Running out on me like that! No this wasn't even once, this was your 5th time young lady!" my mother sneered, my was arm trying to reach out for a broken beer bottle. She noticed my intense struggling and kicked my arm. Pain broke through me, my bone probably shaking from the pain. I grabbed where she recently kicked me and pressed harshly against it. Noticing how bad of an idea it was I quickly retrieved my hand.
My mother grasped the plan and snatched a beer bottle from the floor. I stood up quickly getting my balance back, I bent down slowly and repossesed a bottle. Her eyes trailed down to my hand, suddenly taking it in that I had a bottle of beer just like her."Put that down! You're going to hurt someone!" I breathed in slowly, and blew out comebacks, "Why? So you can just get an advantage of hurting me?" Her eyes looked like flames now, "You little shit! You deserve to die, your just a fucking mess up."
Her words had taken me to step back in shock. The bottle from hand fell to the ground, making it shatter to pieces. My mother saw her lead, she threw the bottle, making it hit my stomach. I screamed in agony, stumbling back out the door. I tripped on the walkway, making me tumble and hit my head. I was dizzy, I could tell that, but my gut was in more pain then my cranium. My ears were ringing, worse than back at the gate.
I regained vision to see me near the gate again, I must've got the courage to run to the gate before blacking out. I felt around the pain on my abdomen, just to feel the throbbing discomfort there. Blood trailed down my fingertips, dripping steadily to the ground. Footsteps slowly approached me, I could feel it. My attention faced the gate, it was my only getaway. I climbed the gateway and jumped from the top, I didn't have enough strength so I didn't land so gracefully.
My body was facing towards the ground, my good arm was holding me up. I pushed up slowly regaining stability, then slowly feeling my stomach for any sign of the pain. To my relief it was gone, bringing hope I could find that boy in peace. I staggered around the side of the rich, searching for those green eyes. It wasn't hard, I had to follow the yelling of his father. I could regonize his voice, from the tantrum he had when I last met the boy.
The door was now closed, so I needed another way to get to him. The window from the back of the house swung open, making his fathers shouting more hearable. "Hiccup! You stupid boy get down here now!" The boy yelled back in defense, "Your drunk, dad!" Way to make it obvious. I commented to myself.
A loud smash was heard, my breathing grew to a faster pace, making my mind swirl with thoughts, making me wonder if the boy was dead. No he's not, don't think so stupidly, Merida.There was a sliding back door, it led to the living room where I saw no moving bodies. A smile grew upon my face as I ran to the doorway. My hand touched the sliding door, it triggered another vision. Making it swirl through my brain causing me to lose control of my body.
My hands flung to the sliding door as I ripped it open revealing his father beating him. "STOP!" I yelled worringly. The strong man faced me, confused yet furious. I freaked out grabbing the closest thing to me, which was a book, I sighed, but had no time to argue with myself and threw it at the mans head. He stubbled back crashing through the window making it shatter before my eyes.
I ran to Hiccup's broken body, his face bruised, his arm hanging from the couch, probably broken. I grabbed him and ran out the back door. My feet stepping roughly on the moist ground. Mud slipped through my bare feet, making me fall flat on my face, but Hiccup broke my fall. It seemed to wake him up as he groaned, probably in pain. I picked myself up and brushed the mud off my face. He grabbed his broken arm screeching in pain.
I snatched his arm and placed it upon my legs. He kneeled closer to me so the rest of his body could balance along with his arm. "C-can you make it better?' he asked trying to not think of the discomfort of his broken arm. I shook my head, "No, b-but I can try to make you feel better." I said. I moved closer to his face, a blush scattering across my cheeks. Are lips touched, making us both smile into the kiss. He broke it, softly stroking my cheek.
I gasped from coming out of the vision. We kissed!? I never knew I would grow to care for this boy, but to love him? That thought never crossed my mind when ecountering this boy. I slid the door open, unfortunetly it made a schreeching sound when opening. I could see the boy from the other room, which ment he could see me and he did. His fathers attention went to the door and he spotted me.
I sprinted to the front of house and noticed the boy standing behind his father who was looking out the back door. "Hey. U-uh Hiccup." I whispered, trying to get his attention. He turned towards me, his face with a look of confusion. I motioned him to come closer to me, he did as I gestured. I then stepped out of the house and ran to the neighbours house and hid by the side. He followed standing next to me, his body slightly shaking.
"How did you know my name?" Ignoring his question I asked him one, "Why did you follow me that day?" I said trying to get an answer out of him. He sighed, "Another excuse to get away from my dad." Oh, so he doesn't know me. After I realized that, I noticed getting him to know his fate was to fall in love with me was going to be harder than I thought.
A/N: I wanted Merida and Hiccup's vocabualry to be more than "Sorry." "Ow" and "I love you." Favorites and Reviews are appreciated! ~Rain
