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Post by Toothless on Sept 14, 2011 22:28:56 GMT -5
The dragon fidgeted slightly at the clap of thunder. The memory of the jolt he had gotten up in the air pained him to think of it once more. If the Night Fury hadn't been so interested in watching the viking's behavior, or if he had thought of a better scenario, he would've been up and out of there. Or perhaps it was better to stay on the ground. If he were up in the air, he had more of a chance of getting attacked by weather.
The thought of the air caused him to try something to get rain out of his eyes. If the majestic dragon could cover his face with a wing, then one weather piece wouldn't bother him much anymore. But the thought was quickly eliminated when the dragon found that his wing didn't quite stretch over his eyes to shield them from the water. With a defeated growl, he folded them back up, looking back over to Hiccup again.
Had the dragon been human, he'd probably laugh at what Hiccup said. Or if he understood him better at least. His eyes were still big and curious, although his snout scrunched up slightly. He was a wild animal, a huge dragon at that. He didn't feel thrilled at the idea of being way too close to someone. Scrunching up his snout could shrink him so he couldn't get touched. If he didn't want to get touched so badly, he probably should have flown away from the viking. He had the chance, didn't he?
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 14, 2011 22:40:13 GMT -5
"Ah... right... probably too close. I get it." Hiccup said. Body language was enough to tell Hiccup that the Night Fury was at least a bit uncomfortable with the situation. Honestly, Hiccup could hardly blame him. A dragon being at such close proximity to a human probably wasn't the greatest thing in the universe. Slowly, Hiccup began to back off. There was no reason to prolong the staring, right? They weren't getting much accomplished by having a curious staring contest anyway. In a way, Hiccup was glad he had been on his own when the rain had set in. He probably wouldn't have had a chance to catch - and release - a Night Fury if he hadn't stuck around.
"I uh... guess this is where we part ways." Hiccup murmured uncertainly. Why was he still talking to the dragon? He probably didn't even understand what he was saying. Hiccup supposed it was because he thought it made it seem more friendly and less likely that either of them would leave on bad terms. Regardless of whether or not the dragon could understand him, Hiccup felt like maybe he had a better understanding... sort of. Of course he hadn't made any ground breaking discoveries, but he had learned at least two things that night.
The first thing he had learned was that dragons possessed very hypnotic gazes. Had Hiccup not begun to move back just a little, he probably would have been staring into the Night Fury's eyes all night regardless of the rain. The second thing he had learned was simply that there was someone else idiotic enough to be further away from the rest of the village in the middle of a storm for no adequately explained reason beyond wanting to either tempt fate or see how lucky they were with dodging lightning. Either way, it had been a successful night in Hiccup's book.
Hiccup stopped moving back, feeling he was a good enough distance away from the Night Fury, and let his gaze meet the dragon's one last time before he presumably flew away. It probably would be the last time Hiccup saw the dragon. Might as well treasure it.
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Post by Toothless on Sept 15, 2011 19:36:13 GMT -5
The dragon watched as Hiccup walked away, his snout relaxing rather obviously. Had he not known better, he would have followed after him, possibly to figure out more about the viking. A thought did occur to Toothless that Hiccup may have been a girl, considering how much more scrawny he was than others, but decided to assume he was male. Night Fury's bright eyes looked at him one more time before standing up once more.
It was time to fly. It was possible- no, probably was the last time they'd see each other, so the dragon savored every moment of watching the human for moments that seemed to tick on by. His rather large bat-like wings extended, a slight churning in his stomach. What if he was injured trying to fly back home? He'd just have to take that chance and zip on by, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
A few flaps was all it took to be off the ground. He spat out flames in the air, though quickly they were extingusihed. For what purpose? Some would say to light up the sky for seconds, to find his way home. But another reason could be for a small goodbye to the human that saved his life. He had to go, and he had to go now. A few more flaps and he was gliding through the air once more, much closer to the water this time.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 15, 2011 20:17:40 GMT -5
As the Night Fury flew away, Hiccup watched with a sort of awed look on his face. He had to admit, there was something rather inspiring about a dragon in flight. Sure they were the enemy of Berk, but Hiccup couldn't help but feel more than a little fascinated as he watched the Night Fury spread his wings and fly away. He did wonder what the purpose of spouting flames was when the rain would only succeed in extinguishing them. It only occurred to the scrawny boy as he watched the dragon get farther away that maybe it was a sort of farewell. Or maybe even an act of gratitude for sparing his life. Hiccup wished he had a way to show his own thanks for the Night Fury not taking the opportunity to harm him, but that ship had set sail long before he could think of something.
It was strange to Hiccup. It would have been so simple to pull his dagger out again and strike the Night Fury, just so he could say he was brave enough to at least wound a dragon, but he hadn't even done that much. In the face of such an opportunity, Hiccup had let his kindness shine through once more. And yet, Hiccup didn't regret it. Ending such a magnificent dragon's life would have been a waste in his eyes. What purpose would there have been in killing a single dragon? It wouldn't get them any closer to finding out why the dragons raided Berk in the first place. It wouldn't give them any further knowledge of what the dragons were like. It did prove one thing, though. Gobber had been wrong when he had said that dragons would always go for the kill. Hiccup had spared the Night Fury's life, and in turn the black dragon had spared his. Perhaps dragons were more intelligent than the Vikings thought.
With the Night Fury gone, Hiccup decided it was time to return to the safety of the indoors. He cast one last glance at the open waters, a sort of regretful look filling his forest green eyes, and a soft smile formed on his face. "Hope you get home safely, big guy. It's quite a storm out there." Hiccup murmured. Without any further hesitation, Hiccup turned around and began to trudge back toward the main buildings of the village. Any building would have been a good place for him to dry off and warm up. Hiccup didn't particularly care where he ended up so long as that was accomplished.
A thought occurred to Hiccup as he walked along, still continuing to blink water out of his eyes as he moved closer and closer to the main part of the village. He had never seen the Night Fury show any teeth during their little encounter. Hiccup began to wonder if the black dragon even had any teeth. Was it a toothless species? Toothless...
That'd be a good name if he really didn't have any teeth. Hiccup mused. A toothless dragon. The concept seemed odd, and yet plausible. Who was to say that every dragon had teeth? For all they knew, some species might have lacked them. For what purpose Hiccup was uncertain, but it could have been possible.
Hiccup did consider going back to retrieve his capture device, but upon remembering the storm and the sheer fact that he was so far away from his device by the time he remembered... well, it just didn't seem worth while to go all the way back to retrieve it. Sure it would be soggy by the time morning came and the storm stopped, but Hiccup didn't particularly mind at that moment. If it was ruined, he could always make another. It wasn't too difficult a task to perform. As Hiccup walked, he idly wondered if any of the other Vikings had noticed his disappearance during the raid. Would they assume he had gone off to 'kill' another dragon? Oh, if only that were true. If anyone found out that he had actually spared the life of a dragon...
Best not to think about it. Just get inside and dry off. Hiccup told himself.
(ooc: And now Astrid and Tuffnut may enter if they wish.)
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Post by Astrid on Sept 17, 2011 0:03:40 GMT -5
The double edge of a steel axe swung, blind fury powering the heavy, manual weapon. The blonde girl armed with the weapony's face was twisted in a silent snarl, her nose crinkled up in what you might expect of a cat, her blonde hair pressing against her neck and back as water had soaked them to a brownish color. Her teeth meshed into one another, calmping together hard, as the deadly nadder swung it's head, Astrid following in it's blind stuck. Swinging the blade again, this time at the dragon's jugular. A spray of cream scales scratched her face, blood welling from the small cuts. Scales removed to reveal a chicken like, thin skin, a pulse moving under it.
Astrid sung, a howl of defiance running from her lips. The Nadder swung it's head, catching the axe on the swing to end it's life, throwing the blonde girl back, now in the sights of the beast. Astrid half rolled, half tumbled, and summer saulted out of the way, the edges of the dragon's flames singing her arm, shirt, and melting the tips of the spikes nearest to the flame on her shoulder pad. A low hiss left Astrids mouth, watching the Nadder make a swift turn, it's tail flashing out. A volley of spikes sent in her direction, Most of them missed, or were deflected by the edge of her axe, but one small one, grazed her already singed shoulder, leaving a nice gash in it's wake. Another hiss from the blonde. Raising her axe and throwing it, the girl took off another slide of bright blue scales, sending the Nadder skittering off to examine its missing beauty.
Astrid, now without her favorite weapon, did what vikings do. Improvised, pulling out a large rock, swinging in a circle, and then releasing, hitting one of the dragon's head spikes, a satisfying snap sounded from the preening dragon's spike. With that distraction, the blonde took out another rock, firing at the disoriented dragon. Finally realizing that the infernal girl wouldn't stop, and its vanity getting to it, the Nadder took a running start and leaped into the air, wings spread out, catching the edge of a roof in it's ascent. Astrid ran over to her fallen axe, picking up the hard metal, she felt new grooves and dents in it's blade and handle, nothing she couldn't fix, or have Gobber fix.
She wiped blood from her cheek, a mix of her own and the Nadder's she'd fought. Not enough to clean the grime from her cheeks. The girl took a deep breathe, hearing the vikings cheers as they sent another raid of dragons away, losing little sheep in the process. All in all, a good outcome. Astrid took a second to assess the worst of her wounds, the one on her arm, the hair singed off, and small blister forming, she assessed the spikes, they'd need to be fixed as well.
Flipping her soggy bangs back, which they now stayed, the water slowly pulling them down, she whirled around, not in the mood to cheer. The rain hadn't been exactly great for her, unable to find something to use to her advantage besides the Deadly Nadder's vanity, and mud, and her axe, as well as rocks. The only good thing to come out of the rain, was the lack of nightmares. None had bothered coming, their flames instantly extinguished by the fire, unable to burn homes or themselves.
Twisting her body and striding along to see if Gobber had returned to the forge, she saw a familiar figure walking heavily back. Brown vest soggy, hair a rumpled mess. She squinted her eyes, and pushed her hair back. Icy orbs narrowed instantly seeing the direction he'd come from. Outside of Berk. Had he gone to 'kill' another dragon? Astrid shook the thought from her head, he'd admitted it was an accident. He'd never meant to kill a dragon. But why had he gone out in the first place. Suspicions welled in her mind, swirling around and touching her thoughts.
"Hiccup!" she called, waving the axe in her uninjured hand. Careful to reign in the suspicions without getting a straight answer. "Were've you been? " she grumbled. She would have punched him for missing the fight, except, Hiccup never participated in them, and well, her hands were occupied. Her eyes darted to the direction he'd come, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
(ooc: Hope you don't mind me having Hiccup posted that he's back at the village, I can edit if you do ^^ and yeah, mostly just a little battle post. YAY MUSE!)
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 17, 2011 0:16:09 GMT -5
Almost there. Hiccup was almost back to the safety and warmth of his home. As soon as he got back, Hiccup decided he would just retreat inside in hopes of avoiding anyone that he happened to know... which was everyone, and never speak a word about what had happened. However, a familiar voice stopped him dead in his tracks just as he began to move closer to his home. Astrid. Hiccup almost didn't want to acknowledge her presence, but the question made it impossible for him to ignore the fact that he had been gone.
"Oh! Uh... h-hey, Astrid. I uh... I was..." once again, Hiccup found himself at a loss of what to say. How would he be able to defend himself this time? He had stated only four days earlier that he had never wanted to kill a dragon, and yet he had decided to give it one last shot. Just one last shot to try and prove to himself that maybe he wasn't as pitiful as he really thought he had been. It turned out, of course, that thinking such a thing had been pointless. He was no more of a Viking than he had been when he had left. Better say something, Hiccup. She'll get suspicious otherwise. Hiccup told himself. Of course that was pointing out the obvious, but at that point Hiccup didn't particularly care.
"I... thought I'd give this whole thing one last shot. You know, see if dumb luck decided to stay out of it this time." Hiccup decided to say. It was partially true at the very least. "But I think by now both of us know that... well, dragon killing and me just aren't compatible. Besides, I didn't even see any dragons out there. Guess most of them decided it wasn't worth it to come out in the middle of a storm." Hiccup explained. That ought to keep her off his trail for a while, at the very least. If it didn't, then Hiccup would have to hope he could come up with a better explanation as to why he had strayed so far from the village again. All the while, Hiccup had kept his voice low. It was just in case Stoick, or any of the other adults for that matter, happened to be listening in. At least that way Hiccup wouldn't intentionally reveal his secret to any of them.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 18, 2011 13:17:10 GMT -5
Hiccup's stuttering was the first thing to spark the suspicions in her mind. Her eyes narrowing slightly as she strided over, closer to Hiccup. She'd have to wash up later and fix her gear tomorrow probably. She wiped some dragon and her own blood from her face, as if to look more presentable. It wasn't necessary, just made things slightly easier to see. The rain was already washing off some of the fresher of the bloods, but it had started to run down her face, and her sleeve had put a stop to it.
Astrid nodded, dragon killing wasn't for the scrawny viking. But she couldn't detect anything that told her that Hiccup was lieing completely to her face. After all he was a horrible lier, and she a good lie detector.
"You know Hiccup, if you wanted some action, you coulda stayed in the village." she offered casually. "But true, dragon killing isn't exactly your forte." She crossed her arms over she chest, the axe hanging down from one arm, swinging slightly, the only revealer to Astrid's impatience and suspicions.
Maybe he was lieing, but just because there were other vikings around? Those who didn't know his secret? She turned her head slightly, looking for Stoick specifically. Vikings were milling about, having 'won' the battle with the horde of Deadly Nadders and their friends. She'd never thought she'd be having a conversation with Hiccup twice in such a short span of time. It was odd, very, very odd. She'd never intentionally stuck up conversation with the reddish haired boy. But now it seemed to have happened more frequently.
She raised a brow inquiringly, waiting to see if she could press information out of him. It'd worked when she'd followed him to the lake, but that was much more private than Berk. It was true, most of the dragons hadn't come out to through the storm, only a group of nadders and a few more suspicious characters had dared venture out. She'd seen no evidence of the Night Fury's that attacked from above, no Nightmares. That was a plus.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 14:24:50 GMT -5
"That's true, but it seemed like everyone had everything covered here. I wanted to make sure no dragons managed to sneak off with something farther off." Hiccup stated. This time he managed to avoid stammering. He felt a bit proud of himself for that much. "But, like I said, I couldn't find anything. So I just stayed out there for a good twenty minutes or so for no good reason." he said, shrugging a little as he did. It looked as though Astrid had been successful with her part of the raid, that much was more than certain. Hiccup could only hope the rain would at least partially clean her off, because if he were to admit something out loud it would be that dragon blood was not very appealing to look at.
Fortunately for him, it seemed as though Stoick wasn't around at that particular moment. He was probably off mingling with the others elsewhere and so probably didn't take notice of the fact that his son had gone off on his own again. Then again, why would he care? Not like killing that Nightmare got his attention for long. he thought bitterly. It had at least gotten some attention from him, but finding out that Hiccup was pitiful in the ring had taken the spotlight off of him for the most part. For that, at least, Hiccup was relieved. Talking to Stoick was just awkward, and especially when dragons were involved. All the more reason to avoid bringing up the Night Fury that he had spared.
"Well, at least one of us was successful. ...You okay? That uh... dragon didn't rough you up too much, did it?" Hiccup asked at last. He hated to admit it, but he was more than a little concerned for the safety of his fellow teenage Vikings. He would never admit that much out loud, at least not in so many words, but he could at least voice a tiny bit of concern.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 20, 2011 17:16:21 GMT -5
Astrid nodded her head, still not entirely convinced with Hiccup's story, her mouth fixed in an emotionless line. It sounded like a very Hiccup thing to do, accept well, to go out for dragons. But that seemed to be more common now, probably to get Stoick's attention. The chief never really paid much attention to the kid, just told him to get out of the way most of the time. Astrid opened her mouth to ask why hadn't he just stayed at the forge, but instantly shut it.
Hiccup's other comment snapped her from her thoughts. Her knee-jerk reaction was to say she was fine, roughed up, but fine. She was always fine. She'd been unconsciously, or well by now, instinctively, pressing the worst of the gashes down, keeping the blood from surging out. The Nadder's spike had clipped a good chunk of skin off in it's quest to pierce through her.
"Uhm.... yeah. I'm fine, I'll just have to bandage this up. I'll wrap a shirt around it or something." she waved it off nonchalantly. She'd dealt with worse, and better. The rain really hadn't worked to her personal advantage- something she vowed to work on- but it had helped the village and that was good enough. It was like Astrid to wave things off easily, an old shirt would serve as a great bandage. Her main concern was her weaponry and army, she could fix herself up easily, it was just much harder to do that to tiny, sharp spikes on her plates, and smoothing out the worst of the dents and chips in her weapons.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 21, 2011 11:25:32 GMT -5
It was Hiccup's turn to not be entirely convinced by the story. He could clearly see the injuries she was nursing, but he didn't mention them. It was better to keep his mouth shut in regard to her current condition. Instead, he felt safer asking if she needed any help with them. After all, who else would help when the others were so wrapped up in the aftermath of the raid? "If... if you need any help, I could... you know, give you a hand. I mean, my house isn't too far from here. We could... go inside and dry off. I mean... if you wanted to, that is." Hiccup said at last.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course she doesn't want your help! Why would you ever even suggest that she might want your help? You're the reject, remember? Hiccup chided himself silently. Of course it had been stupid to offer. He didn't even know why he had. Maybe it was just his own way of seeking just a bit of company before going back to being... well, alone. Plus he really did want to make sure Astrid was all right. Like it or not, he was fond of her. Sure she was harsh. Sure she would literally knock sense into him whenever she saw fit to. But, there was something about her that he liked.
"Yeah... that was probably stupid. Forget I said anything." was what he wanted to say. However, no words came out. Instead he just stood there, thinking over how stupid he must have sounded, and waiting for a response. The rain seemed to have lessened slightly, so that was good. Otherwise, though, Hiccup had made things awkward for himself yet again.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 21, 2011 16:32:19 GMT -5
Astrid couldn't help but smile a little as Hiccup tried to speak coherently, barely succeeding in getting his point across. Astrid was a little shocked at his proposal. Was he trying to change the subject? Or was he truly making an offer? She glanced over in the direction of the forge. Her axe was getting slightly heavy and she was using both arms to support it... At first she'd had no intention of taking care of herself first, just heading to the forge and waiting to get her armor and weapon fixed by Gobber. Now the prospect of getting dried off sounded good. She'd have to take her hair out before it got tangled. The bad thing about the viking tradition of having long hair- the tangles. She wasn't one who let the tangles snag and weigh down her head. She took time to brush them out, Ruffnut probably did the same anyway.
Astrid opened her mouth to reply, though Hiccup seemed to look a little distant in his thoughts. Maybe even a little bit like he'd like to smack himself or bang his head against a wall. A tad bit at war with his thoughts. It was a little comical.
"Sure I don't think my mom'll mind." she shrugged. She hadn't seen any of the other teens around, she'd ran into Snotlout once or twice fighting off a Nadder, his arrogance getting him knocked down more than once. In a place like Berk, everyone new where everyone lived, so all Astrid had to do was take a 360 spin before walking steadily in Hiccup's hut's direction. She stopped for a second, gesturing for Hiccup to come on.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 21, 2011 17:15:18 GMT -5
Still at war with himself, Hiccup almost didn't hear her response. It took a couple of seconds for the redhead to register what had been said. He opened his mouth, half ready to ask if she was serious, but seeing her gesturing for him to come along made the answer perfectly clear. He hadn't been stupid to ask. No reason for him to kick himself... at least not tonight. A relieved look briefly crossed Hiccup's face as he gave a nod and followed after Astrid. Really, though, he wondered if it should have been him leading. It was his home, after all. But that didn't matter. As was a well known fact in Berk, everybody knew where everybody happened to live. It wouldn't be a problem either way.
Somehow Hiccup did manage to get to the door first and opened it, motioning for Astrid to go on ahead of him. "It's nothing spectacular, but hey... home's home. Any place that's dry is good right now, anyway." Hiccup remarked. What was he talking about? His home was the house of the chief himself. Still, despite that Hiccup never really thought of it as much. It never really felt like home to him, anyway. Regardless of that fact, it was still home. Inwardly he was glad that Stoick hadn't decided to head back before them. That would have made things at least ten times more awkward than they needed to be.
There really wasn't a lot to look at in said house, though. Oh, yeah there was the furniture and the fireplace... and even the few things of Stoick's spread around the place, but really it wasn't anything special. Not to Hiccup, at any rate. "Go ahead and make yourself at home." he still couldn't believe this was really happening. First he had met and captured a Night Fury, not to mention freeing that very same Night Fury, but now he actually had Astrid, someone he did rather look up to, in his own home? It was too good to be true. Hiccup really did want to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming the whole thing up, but in the end he decided not to. Not only would he look more like an idiot than usual, but he also would have to explain himself... again. The less he had to do of that, the better off he would be.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 22, 2011 17:26:53 GMT -5
Astrid nodded to Hiccup as she stepped into his home. Wow. She hadn't expected the chief's home to be so...so... average. It was slightly larger than her own with a bit more to it. It was also a little untidy, but what could you expect with two guys running the household? Astrid peered around things, a little apprehensive, what if Stoick had beat them here? She would have beat it out of there real fast. But the only evidence of the large viking was a few of his items, which Astrid decided to pick up, piling them together neatly and tossing them softly into what she supposed was the chief's quarters. She didn't think much of it.
"True, nice and dry here." she agreed, bobbing her head. She felt a little lousy as water was slowly dripping onto Hiccup's floor. Mostly from her hair. At Hiccup's suggestion to 'make herself at home' she looked around, maybe for a dry rag? But she couldn't find anything, so she slipped by Hiccup, into the doorway, undoing her common braid and shaking the water from her head like a dog.
After running her hair through it a few times to get out the worst of the knots, she 'puffed' it up in the back, and slipped back into the house, her hair no longer dripping puddles. The blonde contemplated taking her boots off so as not to track mud through the house, but if it became a problem she'd ask Hiccup for a rag or something and clean it up.
"Nice place." she complimented, taking in the wide space. It wasn't extravagant, like she'd thought the chief of the vikings might have it. But than again Stoick was more of 'one of the vikings' than a high up there ruler. Simplistic, maybe. "Do you have any firewood? We could start up a fire in the fireplace." she suggested. It might dry them off faster, the pressed her hand to her cut, the blood had slowed it's oozing, but Astrid dared not touch anything else in fear of getting them dirty with her blood and mud (her hands had been washed by the rain before throwing Stoick's stuff in his room). She had the piece of string that held her hair in a braid, wrapped around her forearm, it'd be hard to put it back up without having something to reflect on. Her axe laid outside, no need to bring in any more of a mess.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 24, 2011 10:19:28 GMT -5
Firewood? "Oh... oh, yeah! Yeah, we do. Just uh... just hang tight. I'll go get it." Hiccup replied quickly. He knew exactly where they kept it. Carefully stepping over a stray object or two that happened to be in his path, silently reminding himself to clean up the mess properly at a later time, Hiccup made his way over to a fairly good sized box where a few extra logs lay in a small pile. He really needed to go out of his way to remember to get more wood just for such occasions. Usually, though, it was just him and Stoick (as awkward as that was) in the house so Hiccup never felt much of a need to keep going back to the woods over and over again to retrieve more wood. Clearly, though, it would be necessary in the future to do so. Hiccup picked up a couple of the pieces and moved to the fireplace, setting them down in the hearth and, after a bit of fumbling around looking for flint to light it with, got a nice little fire going.
"There... that wasn't so hard." he told himself. Now, obviously, they would warm up and dry off a lot faster. To make the process just a bit easier on himself, though, Hiccup removed his furry, sopping wet vest and absentmindedly put it on a nearby chair, having it face with the fur directly facing the fire, before taking a seat himself nearby. "Sorry about the uh... mess. Dad and I usually don't get much in the way of... well, company I guess." Hiccup apologized. He didn't quite know why he was doing so, but he felt a need to get that off his chest. After all, usually it was just Gobber or another of the adults dropping by to talk to Stoick rather than him. Such visits usually occurred when Hiccup was either off with the others in dragon killing class, off on his own somewhere else in the village, in Gobber's forge helping him out, or just elsewhere in general.
...Now what? He was alone with Astrid. What could the two of them talk about while they waited for the rain to stop fully and while they waited for themselves to dry off? It was a good question, one that Hiccup obviously hadn't thought of before, because Hiccup had absolutely no clue what to say. Smooth, Hiccup. You invite Astrid into your home and now you have nothing to talk about. Say something! Anything!
"...Seems kind of out of the ordinary for dragons to just show up on the verge of a storm, don't you think?" Hiccup asked. Usually dragons avoided Berk when it was raining. Then again, it hadn't been raining when they had showed up. It only started a few minutes after the dragons arrived. Hiccup would have thought it would give the dragons a reason to leave, not wanting to fly in such a storm and all, but all of them, even the Night Fury he had spared, had stuck around. Of course no Nightmares had been present. Their fire wouldn't have done them any good in the rain. It just struck Hiccup as odd that the dragons would continue to steal their food in the midst of a storm.
You can talk about anything you want, and you choose to talk about how odd it is that the dragons stuck around? You really are a weirdo, Hiccup.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 28, 2011 17:34:54 GMT -5
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Astrid watched, amused as Hiccup dodged the few objects littered around his home. But what could she have expected? Two viking guys in one home, probably not going to be the neatest of the huts. Astrid was tempted to go and help the scrawny teen, but before she could take a few steps to offer her assistance, Hiccup had an armful of logs set in the hearth, and was fumbling for a piece of flint. She hadn't really considered that Hiccup was able to preform such everyday tasks. Come to think of it, she hadn't thought of anyone else besides herself preforming everyday tasks. Seeing Snotlout, Tuffnut, or Ruffnut, preforming such tasks probably would have been more comical than Hiccup, seeing as the scrawny redhead already had a pleasant fire going. Astrid moved towards the warm glow of the little orange fire.
The blonde sat down, her back at a slight angle to the fire so that her damp hair that hung in strands would dry up faster. Astrid slipped the shoulder pads off of her arms, laying them near the fire, just not close enough to get hot enough to blister her fingers if she tried grabbing them. The nice warmth of the fire spread slowly to her damp clothes and head, the heat more intense near her back where it was closest. She let out a quiet, breathy sigh, relaxing more noticeably. "Don't worry about it, what can you expect from two guy vikings." she teased off handedly. The orange glow of the fire seemed to brighten the home a little more, the rain thudding on the roof seemed to be more rhythmic.
Looking around her eyes landing on Hiccup again, she realized that silence had settled in the air. She dug around her head for a topic, anything to say or bring up, maybe a thank you for inviting her over? She was puzzled by her own thoughts, happily brought away from them at Hiccup's selection of words, though mildly intrigued by his offer of the topic of dragons. She nodded in response, it was really odd.
"Yeah, I guess they're just getting desperate? Hungrier? There's a lot of them, " she explained, drawing out her thoughts slowly. During the muddy fight, she hadn't noticed how bad the storm really was, but now she heard the faint crack of thunder in the far distance. Maybe the storm was easing? "Especially since they're at a big... disadvantage. Deadly Nadders are the only one with a chance, they're fire's pretty hot." she shrugged, not wanting to ramble on the topic. She wasn't as obsessed with dragons like Fishlegs. It was odd, Fishlegs seemed to be apart of the 'group' while Hiccup wasn't... Maybe because he was sort of good at dragon killing? As long as he got over his constant babble about dragons and how much fire they blow... and their talents and abilities... which was frankly distracting and annoying.
Astrid shook her head clear of the train of thoughts that had wandered of track. Astrid was glad Hiccup hadn't started a discussion on anything personal, just the general dragon based talk. She was very unsure as to her and him being 'friends' and had he asked of anything quite personal, well she might've been tempted to make an awkward exit. And that would be well.... awkward. She looked at Hiccup curiously. He was sort of the odd one of the bunch, not fitting in, except he had nothing that didn't make him fit in. Except his inability to stick to viking standards.
Hiccup's house must be quite the house, considering Astrid had gotten to thinking. And not of the normal 'How to Kill a Dragon' thoughts, but of more wandering ones. Maybe it was just to keep the noise going in this otherwise quite home? She felt a twinge of pity for Hiccup, having to live in the house, all by himself with only the chief... considering Hiccup didn't live up to Stoick's exact expectations, well it could only lead to a very seriously... odd father/son relationship.
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