Seina Starlyn: oh yes. Yes they do.
Guest: Yes he could be. However I think that pilot whales are kinda cuter because they are more dolphin-like. I originally wanted toothless to be a dolphin.
CHSHiccstrid: I listened to the songs you suggested and omg you were right! They fit the story perfectly thank you for suggesting them.
Anonymous: Thank you! Well don't be afraid. it's sad but it's like...a good sad.
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[The stars are singing for us tonight my love. Can't you hear them?]
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One month since the first time I saw her.
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So that is how things went from that day and on.
They kept meeting each other at the same spot, every day, for the rest of the month. And the next one. And the one after that.
His crew and shipmates kept asking him what was taking him so long and why hasn't he deliver her to them yet. He would always get away with silly excuses like...I'll get her to trust me soon.
But "soon" became weeks.
And those weeks became months.
He had almost forgotten about the plan. About why he was meeting her, or what he was trying to achieve. He forgot all about his mission, about his deal with the King.
And meeting with her became more than an obligation. More that a plan.
His compliments towards her were not a part of a role he played, they were his honest thoughts. He wasn't following a strategy anymore, he was following his instings. His heart.
And every time they came closer and closer, becoming more intimate, more comfortable, until it felt almost natural to be around eachother.
And as the time passed, they reached a point where it was impossible to deny it anymore.
This relashionship they developed...this friendship...could it possibly ever become something more? Something bigger?
Funny isn't it?
Funny and scary at the same time.
That absolutely teriffing feeling you have when you're falling for someone. Like a pinch in your stomach. Like a vibration between your every heartbeat. You can almost hear your pulse and it feels like flying.
"Can you hear it?" she asked him one night while they were both laying in the sand. "It's beautiful isn't it?"
"What?"
"The night."
"Oh yeah. I could stare at the stars until forever. Sometimes I wish the sun would never come up again."
"I'm talking about hearing them, not looking at them." she laughed.
Confused he slowly turned on his right to look at her.
"You mean...you can actually hear the night?"
She didn't remove her eyes from the sky. She only smiled.
"There's a song in everyone and everything around us. All creations of nature have a melody sometimes sweet sometimes sad. In the serenade of the black, the stars are a choir. They are lights that sing in infinite patterns. Sometimes eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song."
Her hands softly reached out to brush his hair. Her touch felt like magic. She was magic.
Those damn creatures.
She could be the most seductive person without even realizing it herself. And she couldn't help it. It was in her nature.
"Music can tell you truths that eyes cannot." She smiled at the way his eyes were shining while he was looking at her. "You only need to listen..." she whispered.
What a beautiful night.
What a magical place to be.
You couldn't hear or see anything in miles. Just the soft relaxing sound of the tiny waves wetting their feet. Well...his feet, her tail.
A silver moonlight spilled on her body, giving her that shinny illusion. The way her tailfins were glowing as if they were diamonds, the sparkly effect the stars had as they were showering her with their light. She was beautiful during the day, she was beautiful under the sunlight. But the night was different. She was like a goddess of day and princess of the night. Like she owned the moon and the sun. Like nature loved her. Like she was part of it.
"Why don't you sing to me?"
"what?"
"Come on. You said music can tell you truths that eyes cannot. I wanna hear your truth. I wanna see the world through your songs."
" I...no."
"Come on. It'll be fine-"
"I said no! I will never sing to you." she lifted her body and hugged her tail, revealing her back at him.
He knew what he said upset her. They have been having the same conversation many times during the last months. He would always beg her to sing for him but she wouldn't, no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm sorry. Astrid I-"
A single tear slid down from her eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it's way down her pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of her for all this time but still she did not make a sound. At the same time, inside her brain, her blue eyes, let out a heart wrenching wail, that was followed by a series of blatant tears. One would ask. Is it better to rack your body with noisy sobs and let the world know of your pain, or to slowly release your emotion within yourself with silent tears?
What could he say? His brain could explode.
So many things to tell her. So many feelings to confess. Too many strong emotions to describe with words.
Only actions could.
He gently reached out to her. His hands softly brushing her golden hair. Such a soft sensation while his fingers wete untangling her curls.
"Astrid I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't talk about this, I didn't mean to upset you I-"
"It's okay Hiccup." She interupted him. "I know you think I'm overeacting over this but you don't understand how serious this is. A Syren's voice is a weapon too dangerous to play with. I try to avoid using it as much as I can. The truth is...I hate it Hiccup." As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. "I really hate it. I hate myself for even having that ability. I hate myself for the things I've done, the things my sisters do...I hate the monster that I am-"
She was stoped by his arm wraped around her and holding her tight. No one had ever huged her before. She didn't know how to react. She felt warmth in his embrace. She felt safe. Like he was there to protect her from the rest of the world. Like nothing bad could happen as long as he was with her.
"Shhhh..." he softly whispered into her hair. "Shut up. You're not a monster."
Her tears were running down her cheeks like waterfalls.
She sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket. He held her in silence, rubbing his hand up and down her back slowly as her tears soaked his chest.
What was she doing? She was sniffing into his armsleeves, barying her face even more into his warm chest.
He didn't mind. He only tightened his grip on her even more, holding her as close as he could as she let her soul flow out of her eyes.
And they didn't speak for a while.
They didn't need to.
Words were something excesive.
Silence was talking for them.
Emotions were floating around as they were holding eachother under the moonlight.
What was happenning?
Are they falling in love or is it just a silly fantacy?
Is it an impossible dream or a paiful truth?
Should they be brave and go for it or are they fools?
Are they breaking the laws of nature or are they following their natural instingts?
Is it...
Could it be...
...Love?
What is love anyways?
They say it can hurt you. They say it's the post painful feeling in the world. They say it can even lead you to death. It can make you blind. It can make you do foolish things.
But if it is as horrible as my people claim it to be...
Then why does he not want to stop? Why is his heart overflowing with the feelings of joy and happiness. Why does he feel tiny tingles in his stomach every time he see her? Why does his heart flutter like a fish out of the water when he's not with her? Why all he can think about is when he'll see her again? Why does he forget everything and everyone he knows? Why do their bodies desperately want to connect?
Why does giving his life for her doesn't sound like a crazy idea?
She has something. He can't explain it. She is different from the other mermaids. She is nothing like those creatures in the books. She is not a demon. She doesn't look like the devil's daughter who has no emotions. She feels. She cares. She smiles. She laughs. She is making him feel things no women ever made him feel before. He spent his whole life in the sea. Sailing across the edge of the world, finding and stealing thousands of the most beautiful treasures. His ships are filled with gold and jwels. He is the richest man in the world. But he had no idea how poor he was until he met her. Because the sea gave him it's most precious treasure.
And it was her.
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[I'll look at the moon and think of you as long as you sing to the stars for me.]
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