"Let it go, this too shall pass..."
Raindrops felt like bee-stings against his skin as the wind lashed the water in diagonal slants. Sheets fell in front of him, waves rolling over the dirt of the road, washing the aged soil into the wild seas of grass next to it. The whole island appeared to be living and breathing, laboring heavily beneath the weight of the sky's agony. He winced, vainly shielding his eyes in attempt to see through the storm, gripping hard to the thick doorjamb he stood in. Nothing but living gray greeted him, the air seeming to heave each breath in pulsating waves of rain. No dragons, no sheep, no vikings, no Hiccup. Just empty storm. Gritting his teeth and snarling he slammed his fist into the wood it rest on, tearing his hand from above his eyes in frustration.
There was no way the scrawny boy could make his way through this storm. Tuffnut himself didn't know if he could make it two feet from the front stoop he stood on. Spinning on his heel he 180ed into the house, stomping back into the dry, candle lit warmth of the main room, the fur of his boots squishing with each solid movement. He froze, his face twisting in upset, hand fisting in the air, as if to strike something, his body quivering. Breathing through his firmly connected teeth in animalistic pants he opened his eyes to find his twin sitting at the table watching him.
She tilted her head slightly, one of her now tamed braids rolling across her front with the small movement. One thin leg was folded over the other, dry and booted foot tapping mindlessly in the air to some beat only known to her. Frail, but toned, arm hung folded over the back of the chair she was turned sideways in, small lips pressed into an even thinner line, eyes reflecting the fire of the candle flickering on the table. The hand draped in her lap twisted with a leather thong attached to her belt, a few dragon's teeth dangling from it, her fingers rubbing over their dingy, yellowed surfaces in thoughtless comfort.
"You-" She started, her voice slow and calm, soberingly serious as her eyes trailed to a shadow dancing beside him.
"Don't." He growled, forcing his fist back to his side, already standing in a wide puddle he was continuously dripping in. His eyes closed and his head bowed once more, composure forced into some sort of serenity. She looked back at him with lifted brows, as though mildly surprised he had interrupted her, then moved her gaze back to the room surrounding him.
"YOU made him run out there." She made a point of finishing her sentence, even though he created a strange, enraged and frustrated noise through his teeth at her, grimacing visably as he did.
"I said DON'T, Ruffnut. I don't NEED your fucking shit right now. YOU made him run out there, fuck it. YOU. NOT ME." He jammed a finger at her, taking a step forward with an almost humorous squish of soaked fur. She whipped her head back around to face him, her eyes suddenly wide and livid as they stared into his own, her posture straight and every bit as tense as him.
"Don't fucking pin this on me! YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T LOVE HIM!" She flew out of her chair, sending it crashing into the table as she pushed off of it, the candle shivering and threatening to gut out as she jammed her own finger at the door behind him. "If you fuck him you have to fucking love him too!" She barked, sounding more like a mother than he appreciated.
"I DO LOVE HIM, GODDAMMIT!" He roared again, the house seeming to shiver in intimidated awe of his rage. He jerked a step forward with his words, thrusting his finger at her one more time before curling it into his fist and letting it fall to his side.
"Then you should TELL HIM! You can't fucking not say anything, Tuffnut!" She swiped her hand through the air between them, jerking forward a step of her own, staring him down as she did. "You shouldn't tell ME, you should fucking tell HIM! He could DIE out there and it would be YOUR fault AND he wouldn't fucking know how you felt about him until Hel herself told him!" He scowled, irked at her casual reference of the goddess. She slacked a little, shaking her head and looking at him as though she were stunned or surprised at the way he was acting. "Tuffnut...How much of a fuck up ARE YOU?"
He turned, storming back towards the door and ripping it open, throwing it so wide it hit the wall and ricocheted back, forcing him to plant a wide and steady hand against it to hold it open. The rain lashed inside again, gale force winds jerking at his hair and clothing, hissing ominously as he stared out into the dull gray. Ruffnut blinked, watching him with some true surprise this time, her head tilted as she backed a pace towards the table to avoid the chill of the air. He glowered over his shoulder at her, "We'll finish this when I come home." She frowned, leaning her head forward in strain to hear him, but pulling back when he suddenly ran away. The door swung on its hinges for only seconds, the wind slamming it shut behind him, the snap echoing in the suddenly empty house. Ruffnut stood for a second, watching the door with uncertain eyes, then sitting heavily on the edge of the table and folding her hands in her lap. Sighing she resigned herself to waiting, wondering if she hadn't been a little hard on her thickheaded twin.