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Coming Clean "Oh—!" Hiccup swore as suddenly as he fell and so loudly that the nearby Bardison children gasped in horror.  He winced; both from the rough snow against his palms and the scowl the Bardison matriarch sent him from across the grounds. "Sorry," he muttered more to the ground than the old woman. With a flushed face Hiccup pushed himself back to his feet and rubbed the snow from his trousers and sleeves.  His hands stung from braking his fall but he knew he should be grateful less weight fell to his knees.  The cold was hard enough on his leg without adding physical trauma. This was Hiccup's second winter with a prosthetic;

"Although how can you know who you are 'till you know what you want which you don't so then which do you pick when you're safe out of sight and yourself but where everything's wrong? Or where everything's right and you know that you'll never belong?" ~ On the Steps of the Palace: Into the Woods Chapter One Gods, the air was amazing today. Hiccup closed his eyes and let the wind rush over his skin and through his hair as he and Toothless banked right around a pillar of stone. They only just skimmed the surface of the water below before pulling sharply up out of their dive and ascending once again, further separating themselves from the earth