This is my third chapter. Oh, I forgot to do a disclaimer on the first. I OWN NOTHING.
MERIDA'S POV
I did the only sensible thing to do in these scenarios. I ran. As fast as my dress would allow, I ran toward the fallen human. I dodged rocks, splashed through streams, and nearly crashed into trees for nearly a mile.
Finally, I saw a bloody heap on the ground. Cautiously, I edged toward the figure. It, I mean he, was only a boy of, by the looks of it, my age. His green tunic-shirt was torn and his face and legs bloody. Probably quite a few broken bones. But still alive, for his chest still rose and fell in labored breaths.
Still stunned by what had just happened, I came even closer, noticing that his hair, matted with blood, was a forest brown, not too, different form my mother's, but it had a slight splash of red. His overly- freckled face was highly bruised and blood was dripping from his nose.
Who are you? I wondered. A few feet away, I noticed something shiny and metallic. Coming closer, I noticed that it was a horned helmet. A Viking! I gasped.
Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. They were a beautiful green color. A deep green, which could drive you crazy, if staring at it for a long time.
Too, startled to move, I just stood there as he opened his eyes more.
"Help", he barely whispered, before fainting again.
I did what anyone would do with a hurt child. I picked him up, and brought him back to Angus, the boy's helmet left behind.
Sooo that is what I came up with for hiccup and Merida's meeting. Hoped you enjoyed! Comment, please