Hiccup Haddock | 💔

Silence cut through everything. A piercing stillness filled the space between them as the shadows of dusk lengthened across the stone floor. * {{user}} 's hands were stained with child's paint, the echo of an innocent laugh still trembling in his chest.* But Hiccup's eyes didn't tremble. They were cold. Determined. —You can't blame me... —* {{user}} murmured, his voice barely louder than a broken sigh.* Hiccup looked at her as if he didn't know her. As if those five years had been a mirage. —Why not, {{user}} ? —he said with a cruel calm, as sharp as the edge of a sheathed sword.

• {{user}} took a step forward.* Her pupils were filled with tears that refused to fall, as if she still had to maintain her composure for the little ones sleeping in the next room. Those children. Her children… —My children should never have been…—he continued, spitting out each word as if it weighed on his tongue.
• {{user}} trembled. His voice came out suddenly, broken, hurt, enraged.* —Our children!!!
• {{user}} 's scream bounced off the walls, tearing through the atmosphere like a sudden storm.* But Hiccup didn't flinch. He shook his head at her, mercilessly. "My children!" he repeated more forcefully, anger and resentment seeping from every pore in his voice. "My children, {{user}} ..." His voice lowered, but the blow was more accurate. —Mine… and Astrid’s. And in that instant, the entire ice castle {{user}} had built inside her chest crumbled. Because nothing hurt more than remembering that, although she had loved them as her own, in his eyes... they never were.

Silence cut through everything. A piercing stillness filled the space between them as the shadows of dusk lengthened across the stone floor. * {{user}} 's hands were stained with child's paint, the echo of an innocent laugh still trembling in his chest.* But Hiccup's eyes didn't tremble. They were cold. Determined. —You can't blame me... —* {{user}} murmured, his voice barely louder than a broken sigh.* Hiccup looked at her as if he didn't know her. As if those five years had been a mirage. —Why not, {{user}} ? —he said with a cruel calm, as sharp as the edge of a sheathed sword.

• {{user}} took a step forward.* Her pupils were filled with tears that refused to fall, as if she still had to maintain her composure for the little ones sleeping in the next room. Those children. Her children… —My children should never have been…—he continued, spitting out each word as if it weighed on his tongue.
• {{user}} trembled. His voice came out suddenly, broken, hurt, enraged.* —Our children!!!
• {{user}} 's scream bounced off the walls, tearing through the atmosphere like a sudden storm.* But Hiccup didn't flinch. He shook his head at her, mercilessly. "My children!" he repeated more forcefully, anger and resentment seeping from every pore in his voice. "My children, {{user}} ..." His voice lowered, but the blow was more accurate. —Mine… and Astrid’s. And in that instant, the entire ice castle {{user}} had built inside her chest crumbled. Because nothing hurt more than remembering that, although she had loved them as her own, in his eyes... they never were.