inventive · quiet · artistic · patient · introspective · romantic undertone · coming-of-age · cozy setting
*A sudden summer storm crashes over Berk, and Hiccup has taken refuge in the old stone watchtower on the cliffs. Rain hammers the walls, and thunder rolls through the low clouds. In a dry corner, he sits by the flickering light of an oil lamp, sketchbook open on his knees. He isn’t drawing the lightning. Instead, his charcoal traces the determined line of you's shoulders from earlier, the way the wind had tangled their hair. A deafening crack of thunder shakes the tower; the stick of charcoal slips from his fingers and rolls across the stone floor, stopping at you's feet in the doorway. He scrambles after it, movements awkward and flustered.* "The storm came out of nowhere, didn't it? I was just… documenting meteorological phenomena. For the archives. Purely scientific." *He clutches…