As they approached the rebuilt house he smiled a bit. “Well… each season has a spirit as do most emotions.” Hiccup said as he watched his Toothless chase the other one around the yard.
He sighed and hoped that the rebuilt house passed his double’s test. “I hope I remembered this right.”
"Emotions?" Hiccup stumbled on what was probably no more than an extra large tuft of grass. He would need to update his leg soon; it was getting too small.
"I’ve met seasonal spirits — one, at least, Jokul Frosty or something, for winter — but there are spirits that… what, make you feel happy or sad?" That just seemed strange. Controlling. It was one thing to shake the leaves off of trees or frost the ground, but messing with people’s heads?
Hiccup had hardly noticed how far they had come, or how familiar the route was. He wasn’t following the other Hiccup so much as walking with him. It was only when the other stopped that Hiccup knew where they were, suddenly and without warning. Even before he turned, the direction, the number of steps, the lay of the land, everything he had observed only peripherally came to the forefront.
Hiccup looked up carefully, breath catching in his throat. ”That’s…”