KomoDo-Dags

Stoking the fire for the 7th time, Stoick the Vast waited patiently for his son to get home. Normally he would be waiting so that he could yell at or scold the boy to his own heart’s content for running off when he had specifically told him to go home and stay there, but the Chief had too many other things on his mind when it came to Hiccup at the moment. Hiccup…Oh, Hiccup. His head practically throbbed when he thought of his little disaster. Yes, he did love his son, but sometimes he wondered why the gods had chosen to give him the excuse for a viking. Maybe…it had all been a joke to them. A good laugh to keep the mood li

Summery: If he wasn't welcome here then he wouldn't come back; he had someone who understood and they didn't have to be human. With the firmest nod he could muster he turned his back on his old home and made his way into the woods. (Twisted version of the movie)/Please R&R!/ In retrospect, cutting the Night Fury loose had not been a good idea. But at the same note, one could argue that nothing Hiccup did was ever a good idea. Once again the boy had forgotten at the most important of moments how his life hung from such a thin and delicate thread as he pulled the old dagger from his coat and crouched at the side of the dragon. The one he

It had been the usual morning for Sonic the Hedgehog. Get up, slurp down a cup of sugar-laden coffee, take a run on the treadmill while watching a favorite morning cartoon, and then take off the pajamas before anyone could come over unexpectedly and catch sight of him in the not-so-manly attire.   He felt smug as he heard the doorbell echo around the house just as he was slipping off the last garment. Being right about stuff was fun, and it made him feel smart. However, as he opened the door, he had not been expecting just who would show up. At this time of morning it was usually Amy, or a fan.   But, no. The day had other plans. “&h

"...Hey, kid, what's up?" Over the last few days, Ralph had been trying desperately to regain his little President's usual self. Ever since Vanellope's discovery, it seemed as though a piece of her had left to find better fortune elsewhere. She stayed in her bed a lot or just wandered the castle, her large, dark eyes full of thought. This wasn't her usual and it was concerning him. "Hey, Ralph. I'm just..." She trailed off as if not fully knowing exactly what she was doing and glanced down at the floor. The wrecker didn't know what to do. He wasn't experienced with this kind of thing, "Uhm, you've seemed upset." He got to the point. "Yea