It’s a sickness. A disease. Penetrating his bones, ebbing between his conscious and subconscious like foreboding waves pulling against the shore before the storm, dragging stones rattling over each other and creating a choking backwash to his all consuming thoughts he can’t hope to get rid of.
And it’s that sickness that suffocates him, that swallows his words every time he’s with his friends, that jerks his fingers back from the phone keyboard every time he even thinks of talking to them.
Because he knows. He knows. He knows. His friends hate him and he knows.
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Hiccup Haddock thinks- no, he knows his friends hate him. But how far will his friends go to prove him wrong?
Okay! This is the longest podfic I've done so far, and I'm really excited to keep sharing them! If you have anything you particularly like and would like to see do say - I'm always looking for recs, including self-promotion. Be absolutely shameless, I have Stuff To Procrastinate
Also I am SO SORRY about the audio quality, I know it sounds screechy, it went through multiple rounds of amplification because I mucked about with the microphone settings and it was never going to be good because I'm just using a laptop mic - but hope you enjoy!
Here is a Wikipedia link for info on the current genocide happening in Gaza that I and Double_Trouble referenced in the first notes.
If you wish to skip the notes for any reason, go to 01:27. The endnotes start after I say "Notes"
If you're doing that on a first listen, here are the TWs:
self-deprecating/hating thoughts, especially Hiccup thinking his friends don't care about him. However, minor spoilers, this does have a happy ending <3
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