#perr's 3h headcanons

[asperrusual]

i finally finished 3h over a year after i got it so the current mood is "very grateful someone's still making good shitposts about this game" thank u

well like said not to long ago, my hyperfixation for this game has yet to fade away since it launched. if there is no content than i simply must feed myself!!!!!! dozens of plot bunnies i have no faith in my ability to write notwithstanding

oho, finally!! i've been waiting for someone to inquire about my Horse-Hater-Hubert-Headcanon... personally I see it like this:

Hubert acquired his fear of horses and heights all in the span of one afternoon.

Once upon a time, before Marquis Vestra senior tore his son's self-worth to shreds, Hubert had told his father that he had wanted to take up flying lessons... all for the sake of better protecting Lady Edelgard and not out of a unseemly, selfish audacity to desire something for himself, of course.

Historically, Ministers of the Imperial Household have primarily held certifications for classes specializing in dark magic or assassination but the Marquis could see the benefit in taking on a class far removed from either, if for nothing else, the element of surprise. So he had told his son very well, that he would arrange for him to begin taking lessons with the castle's wyvern master as soon as possible.

To which Hubert corrected him that, no actually, he'd like to train as a pegasus knight.

He had held a fascination for them for some time but what had really cinched the decision had been a recent outing with both his lady and Ferdinand where the young von Aegir had been lording the progress he'd been making in his horsemanship over Edelgard—and this time, unfortunately, it hadn't simply been empty boasting. Not willing to let that insult to his lady stand, Hubert had been inspired to humble him by mastering the one horse Ferdinand had not been able to claim to ride.

What Hubert's tutors at the time had somehow failed to mention—or perhaps glossed over in his lessons—was the whole supposed distaste pegasi held for men. The Marquis, assuming he had to have known this, had stared at his son for a moment before flatly telling him he would not be wasting valuable resources and time trying to do the impossible and dismissed him and any argument to the contrary.

Hubert, fuming, had stormed out to the castle stables. There, a pegasus knight fresh from patrol had left her mount outside for a moment while she discussed something with a fellow guard. In Hubert's rational seven year old mind, he thought he might prove himself by successfully mounting the creature himself, with or without help. Ferdinand had been riding horses since he could walk, after all; how hard could one with wings possibly be? The animal hadn't been wary at Hubert approaching it and had even let him pet it, but when he had made to mount it, it shied away from him. Trying again only made it stamp its feet irritably. Frustrated at the stubbornness of the dumb animal, it took a minute for Hubert to realize the creature—now ignoring him and beginning to graze—had had its back to a very climbable stack of crates. And, well, he was only seven at the time—he couldn't be expected to make fully rational decisions.

The ensuing "flight" had only lasted about a minute and the pegasus hadn't managed to buck him off the entire time it took for the knights to get it to land but the impression it left on him was decidedly long-lasting.

At least him killing his father later on meant one less person outside of himself and Edelgard is left to remember the humiliating incident.