badasstrid ([personal profile] badasstrid) wrote in [community profile] ya_assemble 2015-03-21 06:34 am (UTC)

It smelled like a cold ocean wind, and pine, and the musty smell of yak fur, mixed with roasting meat over a fire. The smell reminded her of the thrumming of boisterous voices and laughter in the Great Hall, when the entire tribe was gathered, and the times the door opened to a cold and familiar wind as someone else walked in.

She could also smell juniper and clover and tree moss, the same smells she and Hiccup had rolled around in first time they'd sneaked off with a blanket into the woods and -

Her cheeks flushed just slightly.

In short, it smelled like home. That meant it smelled like home to Hiccup, too. Now all he needed were voices from home to call him back.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third," she said, narrowing her eyes at him, "if you don't come back, I'll have to find some way to go into the afterlife and drag you back and you don't want to see me get that angry over having to make that much effort, trust me."

If anyone had thought she'd get all mushy and gentle here, while his life was on the line, they were dead wrong. But she needed to be herself here, so he knew it was her, so he'd follow her voice instead of whatever other voices might be calling to him in the dark.

"So wake up. And come back to us. Now. Don't make me hunt you down."

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