She remembered the summer when they were both thirteen and Hiccup's voice had just been beginning to change like trees in the autumn; she remembered the sunlight and the crashing of the waves. On a warm June afternoon as she and Hiccup lay among the barley fields and had spoken of marriage and slaying dragons, he had kissed her nervously, innocently, nothing more than a peck, and she had felt convinced that they would be together until the end of their lives, which had seemed so very far away then.
Art Trade with
from her fic [link]
I tried to make them look a little younger. Don't know if it worked.
I want to re-do this one. I was still working on it when I accidentally saved over the layer file (luckily I had saved this picture). X-X;;;;
I'll post this one for now as a place holder.
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