MonteDeNeko300

It was another day in Berk. You know the place that snows 9 months of the year? Anyways, it was a regular day for friends Hiccup and (Name) who sat in front of the lake as their dragons were playing. "Hey Hiccup, I got to ask you something." (Name) broke, after a period of peaceful silence. "Sure (Name), what is it?" He wondered, encouraging (Name) to continue. (Name) took a deep breath and continued. "What do you do if you have this amazing friend, you start falling for this friend, and you want to tell then how you feel but you're afraid they might not feel the same way?" (Name) asked. Hiccup pondered for a moment, but not before gently

Frozen roses lying down on starched-white blankets of snow Currents of roaring winds huffed and puffed leaving ripples of shivers down my spine. Your name trails my lips soft and sweet like the taste of sweet bread soothing hunger pangs. Taming the bitter taste of  sadness. Craving your touch, taste, and warmth. This warmth that battles the deadly storm This crave for you is more than the taste of death, for this crave is in the beating heart of life. You are the sweet bread I need to replace the frozen roses on the ground and the huffing and puffing to end this pungent odor of loneliness. Embrace me in warmth like the smell

White flows from her hair like leaves from a branch. A flower of youth she was until the waves of aging came and went. They came and went, like the wind, becoming old and frail as a stick. She is not a stick you see for her wrinkles are thunderbolts engraved by the daughters of Thor Golden rings of beauty once adorned her, slowly disintegrating until they become rings of vine and time. Her roots travel far and wide as she remains standing tall forever etched into stone walls She is the ancient tree that remains for centuries with white leaves and tree rings.