Hiccup's Scrolls of Romance

[Hiccup]

We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I shall write stories in this thread. So, for starters, a simple Hubert/Pascal oneshot.

~Insufferable, Yet Necessary~

Everybody in the mansion knew it. Even those who didn’t know Hubert all that well knew how he felt about Pascal. There was no hiding how the blue-haired teen would stare wistfully in her direction and smile. She had somehow managed to capture his heart and it didn’t look like those feelings would be going away any time soon. However, there was one question that seemed to be on everyone’s lips when it came up in conversation. One question regarding Pascal and Hubert that, quite honestly, was starting to drive him a little crazy. ‘Why her?’

It was a fair question, Hubert supposed. He had known Pascal for quite some time, but the others didn’t know her like he did. They had gotten to know a little bit about her, mainly that she was rather… eccentric, but that didn’t seem to explain what had attracted Hubert to her. Even Hubert seemed to be annoyed by some of her features. So, naturally, the question of ‘why?’ seemed obvious when it came to that matter. How did Hubert go about explaining how he felt that, somehow, Pascal filled some void within him? It seemed particularly hard when there was so much off about her.

She lacked a good sense of hygiene. Pascal failed to bathe regularly, sometimes going weeks without even looking in the direction of a bathroom, and it showed. It was easy to identify when Pascal had been skipping baths. What made the matter so much worse was how she claimed that swimming was a substitute for regular bathing. To put her sister’s own analogy to use, she was like a stray cat that needed looking after.

She was practically Hubert’s polar opposite. Where he was quiet, cool, and collected, Pascal was upbeat, energetic, and noisy. She had to proclaim her every thought on matters of her happiness. When she came to some conclusion about her research or discovered a new way to perform an arte in battle, she was always ready to burst at the seams with excitement and exploded with happiness when she finally found someone to proclaim her discovery to. This, naturally, ended up frequently being Hubert. She also had an impeccable way of finding silver linings for even the darkest of clouds, while Hubert was particularly good at being anything but a ray of sunshine.

She always had to be doing something. Hubert took great joy in sitting in his room or somewhere else in the mansion reading a good book. Pascal, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still. No matter how spontaneous something was, she would announce an idea she had and would gush about how fun it would be. Much to Hubert’s chagrin, she always found some excuse to get him to participate with her. Swimming? She’d say she needed a swimming buddy. Going out on the town? She’d say she was going to get him something utterly humiliating unless he came with her. It never failed, and Hubert always would end up coming with her. Did he really hate it, though? It didn’t seem like it…

She was a slob. Hubert had been invited in Pascal’s room once during their stay in the mansion, and needless to say it looked as if something had exploded and sent all of Pascal’s belongings across the room. How Pascal actually managed to navigate in the mess was beyond Hubert’s understanding. There were banana peels everywhere, discarded tools she used in her building projects, toolboxes, crumpled up paper with ideas scribbled on it in illegible handwriting (really, Hubert wondered how her handwriting could be so abysmal when her art was so good), and other assorted things that could only be described as garbage. It drove Hubert absolutely insane seeing her living in such a pigsty.

Finally, Pascal was inexplicably doofy. For such a brilliant mind, she could be so… idiotic. There was, of course, the time that he confessed his feelings for her and she had completely misinterpreted it. Another time, Pascal had let Sophie’s remark about her being an airhead (which, really, was the violet-haired girl’s attempt at understanding someone else calling Pascal such a thing) go right over her head. There were other times that Hubert could think of, but those two times stood out most in his mind. It also irritated him that she seemed to be so easily amused. It was as if all it took to please her was a bunch of bananas. How could she be such a genius and yet such a doofus?

…Yet, despite all of her flaws, Hubert found himself incapable of letting go of his feelings for her. Her traits were somehow charming to him by that point. He may have been irritated by her, but it didn’t seem to deter him any. When asked why he was attracted to Pascal, the answer seemed so simple… yet elegant.

“She completes me.”

[Astrid]

Aww Hiccup that was a great piece of writing :3 Super cute and sweet and nice! Makes me like the couple already x3

[Hiccup]

And here's Ikuto's request!

~Untamed Flame~

He should have just turned around and walked away. The rational portion of his mind was screaming at him as he continued walking forward, begging him to just forget the whole thing and have a sandwich, but the message didn’t seem to be getting across to Robin at all. If anything, he was more determined than ever to find out what was going on in the garden. The scent of smoke in the air and what had sounded like someone shouting had been more than enough to garner Robin’s attention. All that was left to do was reach his destination and find out what had happened. As soon as he made his way past a few flowery bushes, Robin found his answer.

A redheaded girl was standing in the middle of the garden, apparently trying to calm herself, with her back turned to him and her fists clenched. Just a few feet away from her was Beast Boy, and he appeared to have been knocked out by some means. There was also the distinct smell of smoke in the air that seemed to be originating from the green Titan. Robin’s eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask. Whoever this girl was, she appeared to have attacked one of his teammates and that wasn’t going to fly with him. The question of how she had attacked him didn’t seem to enter into Robin’s mind, nor did the nagging feeling of unease at the back of his mind.

“Hey! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Robin almost immediately regretted his decision to speak up. As soon as the words left his mouth, the redhead whipped around and almost seemed to snarl at him. The anger flashing in her brilliant green eyes screamed for Robin to back off, and for a moment he almost did so, but he didn’t budge. Backing down just because his supposed opponent was angered wouldn’t garner any sort of result. If he was to get any information, he would have to deal with this girl somehow.

“Am I going to have to tell you what I just told him? I’m not interested in this stupid game of love, so you can just BACK OFF!”

WHOOSH! Just as the redhead finished her statement, flecks of orange light appeared around her and formed into a ball of flame. Within seconds it was sent flying toward Robin, and said target was forced to leap to the side so he could avoid getting singed. Unfortunately, the ground wasn’t nearly so lucky and ended up being burned in the process of Robin saving himself. With that one statement alone, though, Robin had gained some information. The redhead was not at all pleased about the romance that seemed to be the main objective of the island. It wasn’t a very worthwhile explanation, but it was something to go on. Robin would take it.

“Hang on, I never said anything about that. I just wanted to know what you did.” Robin explained. Now he was beginning to understand why he had felt a bit uneasy about the situation at first. If he was dealing with someone who could readily access fire and manipulate it, then he was going to be in a world of pain if he didn’t find some means of calming her down. “Now, let’s just calm down Miss…”

“Rita. Rita Mordio.”

The girl’s response was sharp, almost biting, but once again Robin had gotten the information he needed. Her name was Rita. Maybe now he could get somewhere. “Rita. Let’s just calm down and go over this. What exactly happened?” Robin asked. The expression on Rita’s face told Robin he had asked a dumb question, but he wasn’t going to try and reword it. Instead, he waited for the redhead to offer her explanation. In the end she just shrugged a little, gave a soft huff as though the whole thing exasperated her, and folded her arms across her chest.

“I was just minding my own business, doing some thinking and trying to relax, when this idiot here barged in and started trying to flirt with me. I had to teach him a lesson.” Rita said.

Robin could hardly believe what he was hearing. Despite how angry she had been a few moments ago, she did sound somewhat casual about the explanation. It was as though the situation was the most commonplace scenario in the world to her. Robin knew Beast Boy wasn’t the best when it came to flirting, but had that really required Rita to literally burn him? “And I wouldn’t be afraid to do it again. I’m getting sick of punks like him thinking they can win me over in this stupid game.” Rita stated.

“Was that still any reason to attack my friend?” Robin asked. He was tempted to try and close the gap between him and Rita, but unless his eyes were deceiving him he thought he saw more orange flecks glowing around her. It was better not to risk anything by getting too close to someone who obviously had control over fire.

“With stupid pickup lines like ‘Am I dead, Angel? Because this must be heaven’ coming from him, yes. I think I was pretty justified in doing what I did. Now, are you done with this little question and answer session? I really should get going.”

Much as Robin wanted to try and argue with her, he was running out of things to say that would keep her in one spot. At length, Robin gave a nod and motioned for Rita to walk by him. Rita barely acknowledged that he had done so and walked away as though the conversation hadn’t taken place at all. …What had just happened? Robin could barely understand what he had witnessed, and he had been the one to go through with the conversation. Evidently, though, he wasn’t the only one not entirely thrilled by the game of love. He would just have to remind Beast Boy not to try and flirt with girls like her, assuming there were others like her anywhere on the island.

Later, as Robin walked Beast Boy out of the garden to get his burns tended to by Raven, he couldn’t help but wonder about Rita. Why was she so dead set on not participating in the game? She could have just stayed home if she didn’t want to get involved, right? Or perhaps there was more to the untamed flame that was Rita Mordio than it appeared.

Clearly, you’ve got something worth investigating.

[Rex]

omg i died! poor Beast Boy but that is something he would totally say!

[Ikuto]

EEE! I love it!

[Hiccup]

Dawn and Mooch, your requests will come soon. I just... had to write this. It was eating away at me.

~The Truth Revealed in Heaven’s Mirror~

“Come on, Polka! You’re going to love this place. I just know it.”

Wilbur was confident that he was doing something good for once. The young teen had decided that he’d had enough of Polka lingering around the mansion like she was afraid of her own shadow, and so he had decided to take her to the Twilight View. The little blonde had been hesitant, but he’d come to expect that. It was just something about her that he didn’t think he could change. Even with Polka’s hesitance, though, Wilbur had been able to lead her along fairly easily. They were almost there, too. Just as he was about to offer some more words of encouragement to his friend, they rounded the last turn and came upon their intended stopping point. Wilbur turned his gaze toward Polka and grinned a bit upon catching sight of the awed look on her face.

“See? We even came at the perfect time. Sunset is the best time to see this place.” Wilbur said. He could see that Polka looked happy to be there, and knowing that made him feel good. He didn’t quite know why it was, but Polka being happy made him happy. Maybe it was just because seeing that smile on her face was so much nicer than the persistent frown of uncertainty that always seemed to lurk around her frame. Whatever the case, Wilbur was glad he had taken Polka to see the sunset. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, I… I love it! Thank you, Wilbur… really…” Polka replied. Wilbur had to pause for a moment to really think about Polka’s response, though. She seemed a little… short of breath. They hadn’t gone that fast, had they? Polka had seemed to catch on to his uncertainty, though, as she raised a hand to wave it off. “I’m… I’m okay. Just a little… worn out.” Polka said.

“Okay, if you say so.” Wilbur said, though in his mind he was a little doubtful. He’d never seen Polka get worn out before. Sure it had been a long walk, but she had to have some stamina in her still. Surely walking around the mansion so much had built up some sort of stamina in her. Against his better judgment, Wilbur decided to lead Polka on. He took her by the hand, something she had objected to before because she wasn’t used to people touching her, and walked forward. As they walked, Wilbur could hear Polka’s breathing grow a little shakier. Casting a glance back at her, Wilbur finally noticed that she looked a lot more tired than he had suspected. That was enough to raise his suspicions. He stopped walking, and in turn she did as well. Silence followed, only broken by her breathing, and Wilbur hesitated. Was there something wrong?

“Are you sure you’re okay, Polka?” Wilbur asked. He let go of her hand and turned around, meeting her blue gaze and refusing to look away despite the fact that he could see she was trying to look away from him. She’d only done that before when they had first met. It was beginning to seem like she had something to hide, and Wilbur didn’t like that. “We could sit down if you wanted.” He suggested.

“N-No… I’m… I’m okay.” Polka insisted. Despite that, Wilbur remained uncertain. The occurrence seemed far too out of the ordinary for her to be all right. What made him all the more certain that something was off was the look in her eyes. It was almost like she was purposefully trying to hide something, and her eyes reflected that. Normally he wouldn’t have been quite so observant, but getting to know Polka had led Wilbur to notice certain things about her. “You… you don’t have to… to worry about me…”

“Polka. I’ve never seen you this out of breath. We should rest.” Wilbur insisted. He didn’t know what had caused Polka to become so tired, but he wanted to find out. The only way to do so was to make her stop being so strangely stubborn and get her to sit down. In the silence that followed, Polka finally seemed to give in. She nodded a little, and Wilbur settled with sitting down in front of a nearby tree. Polka didn’t seem to mind much, either.

For several minutes, neither of them said anything. Wilbur just sat next to Polka, listening to her breathe, and waited. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, but somehow it just felt right to not say anything. If Polka wanted to say something, he’d let her. It was concerning, though. How could she have gotten so tired so quickly? Wilbur ran over the facts in his mind, double-checking everything that had happened on the way to the view, and shook his head a little. It didn’t make sense; he’d been sure to not walk too fast so she could keep up. What had brought on her sudden fatigue? Before Wilbur could investigate further into his own thoughts, he heard Polka sigh a little. He turned his attention to her, tilting his head to the side slightly, and tried to meet her gaze. Her eyes were closed and her brows were furrowed. Wilbur wondered what was about to happen.

“Wilbur… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? About what?” he asked. Polka had a tendency to apologize for things that weren’t her fault, but he’d never expected her to apologize from out of the blue. He almost felt like he should have been the one apologizing for taking her out if she was feeling so tired. But it didn’t seem like that was what Polka was apologizing for. To Wilbur, it almost seemed like she was about to apologize for something important. What was it, though?

“This whole time, I’ve been keeping something from you. Something I probably should have told you straight away. The thing is… I was afraid.” Polka said. Now Wilbur was confused. What was she afraid of? He’d noticed she had seemed hesitant about everything, afraid to interact with others, but he’d never understood why that was. Polka was a nice girl. How could she have been afraid of anything when there didn’t seem to be anything to be afraid of?

“Afraid of… what?”

Wilbur almost regretted asking. He could see Polka flinch a little at the question, and that fact made him want to take back his words. It pained him to see her so afraid to speak. Before he could say anything, though, Polka finally opened her eyes and looked directly at him. Compiling his confusion was the fact that her eyes were filled with tears. “…Polka?”

“There’s a reason I got so worn out. I was hoping it wouldn’t make itself so evident this soon, but I can’t go on keeping you in the dark. I… I’m… dying.”

Wilbur felt as though a whole ton of bricks had been dropped on him. Never mind that she had kept that a secret from him. What hurt him was the fact that she was dying at all. Somehow, it began to make sense. Why she had been afraid to interact with others, why she had been hesitant to see more of the island… she’d been afraid that sooner or later it would end. That had to have been it. Even still, he was hurt. Someone he cared about as a friend was dying, and he hadn’t even tried to do anything about it.

“You’re… dying? But you… you seem okay to me…”

“When I was little, I was diagnosed with an incurable disease. It’s something I was born with. Because of it… I don’t have a lot of time left to live. Sooner or later I’m going to die and… I’m… I’m so sorry!”

Seeing the tears finally stream down her cheeks was too much for Wilbur. A secret being kept for so long, the fact that she knew she was dying but had come to the island anyway… Wilbur couldn’t blame her for cracking under the pressure. He couldn’t imagine trying to keep that secret for so long. At the same time, he felt as though he had been stabbed in the heart. Someone he cared about didn’t have the opportunity to live a long life. She wouldn’t get to see so much of what the world had to offer. That thought made him want to cry, too. It wasn’t fair. How could the world be so cruel as to take away such an innocent girl’s chance to live a long, happy life?

It didn’t seem like Polka was done apologizing, either. As Wilbur opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off.

“Th-that’s… that’s why I… I was afraid. I… I th-thought y-you would be like everyone else. Afraid to touch me b-because… because I have th-this disease. E-Everyone I’ve kn-known th-that knows… they j-just don’t want to come near me. They’re afraid they’ll get it. I… I th-thought-“

Wilbur didn’t let Polka finish her thought. He closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a warm embrace that she probably had never seen coming. Who cared if she had some incurable disease? He wasn’t afraid. He just didn’t want to lose someone he cared about. Not after he had spent so long convincing her that they were friends in the first place.

“I’m not going to leave you. No matter what happens, you’re still my friend. I care about you too much to let you think I’d abandon you because of this.” Wilbur told her. He refused to move. He wasn’t going to let his friend go on believing that he was afraid to touch her because of something she couldn’t control. “No matter how much longer you have to live, I’ll stay with you. I promise.”

Several moments passed, silence filling them aside from the sniffling from Polka, before anything else happened. Wilbur felt Polka accepting the embrace, completing it by wrapping her own arms around him, and felt her chin resting against the back of his shoulder. She’d accepted what he’d had to say. No words followed. Wilbur refused to say anything more until Polka had recovered from the sudden flood of confessions. He also promised himself something as he waited for the okay to move. Wilbur silently promised that somehow, someway he was going to find a way to make Polka’s life better. He had to. It just wasn’t fair that she had been afraid for so long and suffering at the same time.

I promise, Polka. I’m going to do something to help.

[Dawn]

AWWW!! this was so cute!! So adorable!! Darn it hiccup, stop making me want to hug these two soo much i want to scream XD

[Hiccup]

NEVER! They're too adorable together. I couldn't resist this idea.

And now I shall go back to working on requests. ^^