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The thing that alarmed him was the shuffling of papers. There wasn't exactly a breeze in his forge. The fires had been doused and everything had been left to cool, the fans were off, the huge windows were closed...
That meant someone was inside. He never used the lock because he didn't think he'd need one. Most people didn't even know how to use the forge and why steal from a blacksmith willing to make things for free?
Maybe he should have called for help first, but if he did, he'd feel really stupid if it was just someone popping in to ask for a job or to look around.
So he opened the door wide and stood at the doorway, looking in. Then he frowned.
"What in Odin's name do you think you're doing?"
That meant someone was inside. He never used the lock because he didn't think he'd need one. Most people didn't even know how to use the forge and why steal from a blacksmith willing to make things for free?
Maybe he should have called for help first, but if he did, he'd feel really stupid if it was just someone popping in to ask for a job or to look around.
So he opened the door wide and stood at the doorway, looking in. Then he frowned.
"What in Odin's name do you think you're doing?"
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There was a moment where he could only stare. That's it. Just stare. Never had someone insulted him over his leg. Back home, it'd been a mark of valor. On the ship, no one else had seemed to mind it, and when he'd gotten the automail, it'd been like getting a normal leg back, in terms of mobility.
It wasn't that he felt bad about it, more that he was amazed someone had the sheer steel balls to say something that hateful.
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"Well, I'm sorry," Hiccup answered wryly. "I know other people who also have crippled limbs, but I'm not used to dealing with someone whose brain is crippled. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to treat someone like with you sympathy or firm sarcasm."
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"If you were actually smart, you'd understand how bad an idea it is to estrange yourself from everyone around you by being incredibly obnoxious."
There was a knowing look shot her way.
"Did you think I didn't see how you've acted on the comms? I figured someone either acts that way because they're scared and messed up and maybe could use a friend who's very, very patient, or they act that way because they're truly hateful--and stupid enough to let everyone around them know how hateful they are."
Hiccup pulled down the last of his plans before she could see them and tucked them away, and the way he did it made it abundantly clear that he could tell what she was looking at.
"Now I know which it is. You had a chance to have at least one person on this ship not hate your guts and watch your back, and you just messed it up. And all you get to walk away with is half-remembered weapons plans that are so rough draft they probably won't even work."
The funny thing is unlike so many others who went after her for calling them names, for being...her, he was incredibly calm. It was just a leg. She was just a stranger.
"Is it worth it? Is saying stuff like that worth being alone?"
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...Eh, not really.
Big Zero shrugged. "Can't make friends with useless shits like you. You can't handle the truth, that's your problem." She said, heading for the door.
She'd seen enough here.
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No. No, not anymore.
"Somehow I have a feeling your definition of truth is a little suspect."
Don't let the door hit you on the butt on the way out.