Mothman!
Your a moth and a man
I said
MOTHMAN
Your a man whose a moth
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To the tune of YMCA
I said
MOTHMAN!
your pretty wings are so soft
when you
flap
against
my
lampshade!
MOTHMAN
There’s no need for a frown
I said
MOTHMAN
Put that man on the ground
He’s so
FRIGHTENED
So high up in the air
Won’t you
Please
Put
Him
Down
Gently
IT’S FUN TO YELL AT THE
M
O
T
H
THE MAN WHO’S ALSO A
M
O
T
H
YES ITS BACK NON MY DASH
I’VE HAD THIS STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS
Anonymous asked:
I think people have run with this before but... How do you think things would have played out, had Hiccup freed Toothless, but the Night Fury hadn't been crippled and could fly perfectly fine? (These deviations are addicting; thanks for doing all of them! :D)
avannak answered:
I think Toothless might have roared in Hiccup’s face and, instead of bounding into the forest, flown off, back into the sky.
Going with the “mind control” theory, he might have taken pause in his flight back to the nest and realize—he didn’t have to go back. I think he would spend the day flying around, regaining his senses thinking back on all that happened.
He could fly back to his home but… the rage he felt for being enslaved by the Death would fester, and his curiosity towards the human hatchling that freed him—physically and mentally—would grow. Rage and curiosity. That’s what’s kept him around Berk.
So when Hiccup goes back to his ruined bola, contemplating “So why didn’t you?”, Toothless is waiting for him. Watching from the trees. The hair on the back of Hiccup’s neck raises, he looks around. He eventually spots the dark mass high in the boughs. He shrieks and scrambles away. Toothless follows Hiccup, gliding from tree-branch to tree-branch, as the boy sprints back to Berk.
Toothless cuts Hiccup off just before he can make it out of the forest and into the safety of his Viking-saturated village.
Fiddlestick’s Mound
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There was one place on Berk where Toothless’s human became solemn. He’d pack some dried flower in a handkerchief, along with fish bones, and trudge off to a place in the woods.
Hiccup would lay the bundle on a pile of rocks, and patted it with affection.
“Your favorite,” he said. “Toothless, this is where I made a resting place for Fiddlesticks, my cat. He would’ve been twenty years old now, can you believe it?”
Hiccup laughed, the sound twisting his throat. The dragon did not understand. Then his ears flattened. Hiccup had once belonged to something else, but he was Toothless’s human. No other creature could own him.
Hiccup looked away, a wistful sorrow occupying his eyes. Toothless sniffed the pile, and the bundle. He licked the rocks to show that he liked them, and he pressed his head into his human’s side. Hiccup patted him almost absentmindedly.
“Thanks, Bud.”
For you, milady.
Thank you, Pri! We can see Hiccup still feels guilt over his indirect cause of Fiddlestick’s death, as most would. It’s hard to let accidents like that go.