That doesn't make it right. [He's stubborn about that, all the more so hearing that this kind of treatment... that this is something Newt is used to. It sounds wrong in his ears, feels wrong in his heart. Sure, he knows a thing or two about feeling like you don't belong. Sometimes, those days seem very close, and others they seem impossibly far away. The difference is that he changed their minds, proved himself to be someone his village could be proud of. They saw the real Hiccup eventually.
It's terrible, thinking that maybe, people have never seen the real Newt. These people, the wealthy 'elites' of Aefenglom, they certainly never have, and probably never will, because they won't open their minds to the idea that maybe they aren't superior for being human and having money- it takes a lot not to slam the cabinet doors, but he manages somehow.
Hiccup takes the minutes it takes to put on the kettle, boil water, and make tea to calm down. With the Bond, he figures Newt doesn't need Hiccup's restless agitation and righteous indignation right now, so he does his best to file it away for later.] You don't deserve any of that. [He says as he prepares a tea tray. Two steaming mugs of what he knows to be Newt's favorite blend, the pot with more tea inside it, some hastily-made sandwiches and cookies from the tin. It's not fancy, but he tries to pick out the items Newt will like best and arranges them with anxious energy.
He brings it over, sets the tray down on the closest surface to the couch, and then falls into the cushions right next to him.] You're amazing, and I'm not- I'm not gonna hear otherwise, alright?
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It's terrible, thinking that maybe, people have never seen the real Newt. These people, the wealthy 'elites' of Aefenglom, they certainly never have, and probably never will, because they won't open their minds to the idea that maybe they aren't superior for being human and having money- it takes a lot not to slam the cabinet doors, but he manages somehow.
Hiccup takes the minutes it takes to put on the kettle, boil water, and make tea to calm down. With the Bond, he figures Newt doesn't need Hiccup's restless agitation and righteous indignation right now, so he does his best to file it away for later.] You don't deserve any of that. [He says as he prepares a tea tray. Two steaming mugs of what he knows to be Newt's favorite blend, the pot with more tea inside it, some hastily-made sandwiches and cookies from the tin. It's not fancy, but he tries to pick out the items Newt will like best and arranges them with anxious energy.
He brings it over, sets the tray down on the closest surface to the couch, and then falls into the cushions right next to him.] You're amazing, and I'm not- I'm not gonna hear otherwise, alright?