"He means NOTHING to me, do you understand?! NOTHING!" With another quick slam he pushed off from her head, sitting back on his hunches quickly before lunging up to his feet again, eyes never leaving her own. She sat up with a wild swing, snatching at his stomach as he dodged backwards with a roll of the ball of his feet. Tearing him down on top of her again she caught his grapple, throwing him to the side before rolling over him, letting out a feminine roar as she did.
Staring in slack jawed surprise, Hiccup paused and slowly straightened himself near the door, watching the lithe boy roar again. The words echoed in his head and for a moment he had to stand and make sure he heard them right. For a moment, no matter how surprised or scared he was, he had to stand and let the snarls register. Slowly blinking, his body relaxing with slow, depressing realization the longer it stood motionless, he listened to the blonde cry out the words once more.
Stick knife in; twist slowly. Unsure of what to say, or even if he should bring attention to himself at all, he fought within himself for a long time, indecisive between mourning and destroying. Quickly he turned and ran from the room, throwing the door open in desperate hope of someone noticing his hurt. He covered his eyes as he moved, rushing down the stairs with forced calm and determination, lying to himself about crying.
"You're such a FUCK UP! No one CARES about your manhood, dickface!" Wrestling a fist free she managed to snatch a handful of his own hair, ripping his face towards her own as she screamed. Her position on the floor had let her see many things her twin's blind rage had not. "I was JOKING! I don't give a SHIT what you do with your life or where you chose to stick your DICK!" Snarling he released her second fist and caught her throat, shoving her into the floor again, attempting to pin her a second time. The soul of her foot connected with his stomach instead, sending him sliding back a pace with a gutted gasp. Sitting up she ripped her dagger out of her boot, pushing the blade into his throat and stilling his movement, the metal biting into the pudge of his flesh with each laboring pant he forced out.
His eyes locked onto her own, his body slacking in defeat, though the glower he was fixing her with murmured of revenge later. She ignored it, twisting his fine blonde lochs around her fist and forcing his head level and towards the door. Scowling he watched it swing on its hinges, the dim hallway beyond it empty of anything but echoing footsteps. "He fucking LEFT you. Because you're an ASS who cared more about his fucking piggish pride and goddamn machoness than the person who obviously LOVES him." She let go of his hair with a snap, whipping his head forward, head bowing and body doubling with the force of her release.
Standing up she tossed her ruined braids over her shoulders, jamming her serrated blade back into her furs before starting away, shaking her head in utter disgust. He watched after her, still bent and panting like a wounded animal, leaning heavily on a flat hand, eyes hardened in his own disgusted scowl. Part of him was as sickened by him as she was currently, and the other part of him wanted to tear her throat out for thinking she was right. Since when did she become such a liberal bitch?