such traditions as this always tended to catch hiccup off guard when it came to timing and sensibility, a schedule set too far away to not be piled over with worries of resource shortages and deviations of his cousin's doing ( of which were thankfully back at home in the comfortable hands of astrid, though he certainly doubted anyone but her was currently thrilled about such advances. ) but they also presented some very real awkwardness for attire and grace, both he lacked in the fanciful, represent your tribe in a respectful and dignified way.
normally, such things would keep hiccup from ever even considering visiting this kingdom again for such occasions, but a royal birth date held tenderly close hands with the celebration of a friend. for queen elsa was not just her title to the chief of berk, but also the girl he had visited most autumns in his youth.
Ⳋ ∥ . @dalvinisu : [ &. ] prompted starter.
" i do have a present for you despite my lateness. " he says it matter of factly, a crooked grin and an adjustment of her fingertips at his palm, and for a moment he feels a bit sorry for the callouses that adorn the tanned skin. thankfully, he still has no need to worry about his footwork just yet even if the dull click of the metal of his left was a tad bothersome at first.
he had originally planned to be at the docks by the time the sun was at its highest point in the sky, enough time to visit and set toothless up in the horse stalls as usual, but with things to tend to and what felt like a million issues to resolve, he had stumbled in through the ballroom doors only thirty minutes prior with the insistence of a private dance and a hearing of his apologies.
he breathes, glances about at the various unrecognizable faces of the nobles of this kingdom before he leans in only an inch to allow his voice to still be heard as he lowers it, " i made it myself even. toothless is pretty possessive over it, think he wants to pass it on himself. "
