Mar 24, 2019
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The boy is curled up and sleeping beside his dragon
“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.” he stated flatly, tossing a log onto the crackling fire. (Spitelout. Open verse.)
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❝ That so? ❞ He can’t exactly say he trusts the norseman, but he supposes he should be reassured by that statement. These westerners are all so huge and rough looking… certainly, he’s used to being taller than anyone else where he comes from, but most of his size is in height alone. These people are built like damn oxen.❝ ah… I suppose I should thank you then? For… for not being after my life, I mean. ❞ He absently reaches up to scratch Tatsui under the chin, the small serpent dragon purring softly.
Something in common || Closed
It all happened so quickly. Her father had returned from a meeting with the chief of Berk who warned him of a one-armed man who could control dragons and walk through fire. It had killed all of the other chiefs at the meeting.
Not even a week later, her village had been attacked. Her father told her to hide in the back room and run if things got too dangerous. The blonde girl sat in the darkness, trembling and wishing that her dragon was with her. Frey was a Nightfury who she had befriended when she was only two. She had wandered off into the woods and found the baby abandoned. The girl took compassion and brought the dragon food each day. Now they were close friends but she wouldn’t come into the village in fear that the others might kill her.
Screaming suddenly started from above and everything felt hot. Curled up and began to cry quietly. Hours later, she could hear things being shuffled around above her. Suddenly the door was pulled away and Frey stuck her head down into the hiding spot, cooing at the girl and nudging her. Rapunzel looked up and wrapped her around Frey’s neck.
Dragon Scribe || higekihigure
@higekihigure
Blackthorne followed the teens gaze, nodding proudly. “Aye, we’re one of the top trappers in the region. We ‘ave traps fer every breed an’ cages for all sizes.“ She gave Lavi a hearty pat on the back and gestured him forward with a gentle push. “Lets get ye acquainted with the ship, kent ‘ave ye fallin inta one of the cages now kin we?” she chuckles. She skirts around a criss-crossing of metal bars at the center of the ship as growls and hollow echoes seemed to wail from it. “Don’ mind them, they get a bit cranky when we’re late fer their feedin’ time.” —————————-
Blackthorne began with the upper deck, explaining the various weapons, nets and chains - as well as chores - that sat laid out before them on the massive galleon; answering any questions he had along the way. Any she could not answer, or felt would take too much time, she directed to other members of the crew - introducing him in the process, but directing him along; those questions would have to wait. Once she was sure he understood everything on deck, she led him to one of the doorways on either side of the steps leading to officer and captains quarters as well as the helm. There was no door, to speak of, just a decent into darkness that eventually became tinged with the welcoming flicker of lanterns. Below deck smelled of people marinating in their own fluids mingled with hay and tinged with the scent of dragons. Scorched tables sat haphazardly on one side of the room, men and women drinking and talking loudly in varied accents as they enjoyed their break. Rows of dragon-hide hammocks and bunks adorned the other side of the room, people, as well as medium sized dragons, napping in a few of them, despite it being noon. Small canons were secured along the ports. Dragon hide seemed to be a common-theme upon this ship, from covering the masts and pillars in a protective layer, to adorning the men and women who bustled around them, even to rugs that were nailed to the floors beneath them.
A fledgling Deadly Nadder ran past them dragging a large fish with it, from somewhere above deck foreign cursing could be heard, but Blackthorne did not stop.
There was a deck they breezed through reserved solely for stores of food and even livestock This floor needed no explanation, but Blackthorne showed him the various rooms of ingriedients before moving on to the next. She lead the new recruit to another door, one covered in dragonhide, heat wafted from it like a furnace and with it, the smell of fish and dragon dung. Squawks and yowls drifted up in an endless cacophony to greet them. Descending the stairs was much like descending into hell, the heat and noise only getting worse the closer to the light they got. This floor had likely once been a guests floor, but now cages - much like various sized prison cells, lined the walls and filled the space. Dragon hide covered the walls from ceiling to floor boards in patches. In the cages paced various dragons from terrible terrors to Stingers. “We keep the bigger ones down below.” Blackthorne stated as she opened some ports, letting in the sea breeze. She smiled, satisfied as some of the cries died down. “Wanna see ‘em?”
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Lavi nodded his head faintly at the declaration that Blackthorne’s crew were some of the best trappers of the local area. So he had heard, and so he’d gone to investigate. The size of her ship lent well to her claims.
His eye wanders curiously to the deck beams at the sounds echoing from below, and Tatsui uncurls herself slightly from his neck to arch and peer inward, flicking her tongue curiously.
He clicks his own tongue and rests a hand under her belly and guide her to settle back around his neck, petting warm scales, and follows Blackthorne at his own leisurely pace. Still, with his longer legs its easy enough to keep up.
He laughs a bit under his breath, humming contemplation at her words about falling into cages
❝ No, I suppose we can’t. Though I like to think I know my way well enough around them. ❞ He gives Tatsui a soft, idle belly scratch before falling silent, paying keen attention to everything Blackthorne chooses to show and speak of, and more importantly, the small things that she doesn’t.
That wasn’t to say she wasn’t at the very least informative if not outright hospitable, answering a good many of his curiosities, and he found it both odd and telling that she was so comfortable with talking so freely about the secrets of her trade. Confidence, perhaps. Not thinking less of him, maybe, but thinking much of herself and having little fear of true competition.
Its risky, but still at least somewhat commendable. From what he can see, such confidence isn’t mere bravado, and she has a large crew backing her. If any problems arise, she has more than just a little bit of back-up. Something he’ll definitely have to keep in mind and respect.
He noted with one sharp eye that much of the items below deck were made from the skins and parts of dragons. Dragon hide seemed the most common theme. Most prominent was the stink of Man, and Lavi was dare to say he hadn’t yet grown used to the pungent stink of Westerners.
He at least had the sense not to wrinkle his nose or make a face, only sniffing faintly and swiping the underside of his nose. More tolerable was the ting of smoke, charred wood, and dragon musk.
He noted that some of the dragons aboard the lower deck were free to roam, likely tamed, and the tables, walls, and other odd corners bore the marks of at least a dozen stray blasts long ago put out.
He dodged slightly aside when the young Nadder came racing through, and seeing as Blackthorne hardly gave it a glance, he’d hazard this to be a normal occurrence. That, in its own small way, was somewhat of an uplifting, even promising thought, that there was at least some sense of coexistence with dragons among these trappers.
He could not say that of all that he’d come across before.
Passing through the store room, he made note of the ingredients Blackthorne mentioned in passing, some familiar and others entirely foreign, nodding his head as he mentally catalogued them all to memory. They might come in handy later, depending on how long he chose to stick around and make use of himself.
Descending into the lower decks, he noticed the rise in temperature straight away, and the loud din of dragon voices soon after. Tatsui once more partially uncoiled herself and bobbed upright like an arched snake, flicking her tongue with interest.
By the time Blackthorne got around to opening one of the port hatches to let cooler air in, his brow was faintly dotted with sweat and the sudden chill made him shiver just a bit. The breeze was nice, and from the quieting sounds of the dragons he guessed they felt the same relief.
He nodded his head at her with a meek smile, looking very interested.
❝ I’d love to. ❞
“Fuck… fuck! Shut up! Shut up!” Snotlout @ Hiccup bc lbh he probably did something dumb
There's a noise in his throat that's not quite disgust, but its definitely something very similar. Disbelief is maybe more appropriate, but sometimes it leaves him absolutely baffled the kinds of decisions Snotlout makes, and he was the one who used to get ridiculed by the entire village for fucking things up, including Snotlout.
Was he glad to no longer be the black sheep of ridicule for everyone to throw (usually figurative) punches at? Absolutely.
Was he glad to have to be the one to critique others' (mainly Snotlout's and the twins') fuck-ups every time they made them? Well, not really.
Oh, he will definitely be having a word with the twins as well for this, but right now the twins are nowhere to be seen which leaves Snotlout wide open and available for immediate rebuke.
"You didn't stop to think that just maybe when the twins tell you to do something that clearly has consequences, it would be a good idea not to do it?"
“Uh hah… okay… but what’s the point of other people if not to mock them?” Snotlout @ Hiccup
If he sighed any louder, it would've likely been heard all the way outside the Archipelago to lands unseen, eyes shut as he massaged the bridge of his nose. The number of times he caught himself in the habit, it was a wonder he didn't have a permanent scar there rubbing his skin off between thumb and index finger.
Was it even worth answering that question? Surely it was entirely hypothetical and disingenuous... but with Snotlout, it was quite possible he was asking an honest question everyone else had an answer to except for him... well, him and the twins, but the only thing dumber than listening to a good half of the questions that came out of the twins was thinking you could actually make any progress by answering them.
A million different justifications of what people are actually good for other than making fun of them flit through his mind like an entire school of fish.
He decides that he's going to entertain none of them and answer the other in the typical answering-Snotlout-the-only-way-anyone-can-answer-Snotlout way, by redirecting his question with another question and giving absolutely no effort towards veiling the exasperation in his voice. Knowing the other young man, he'll probably miss the annoyance entirely and somehow take it as a compliment that Hiccup would deign to have Snotlout explain his own... uh... ignorance to him.
"I don't know, Snotlout, you tell me. You're a smart guy, after all. I couldn't even begin to comprehend all the other things that people might be good for, but you... well, I'm sure you can clear that up for me."
If his face was any more deadpan, it would be made of cast iron.
"You don't need to keep this up" [Hiccup]
Unrequited || Accepting
Avoiding eye contact with the other, she nervously locks her hands together behind her back. Unsure of how to respond to this, afterall, she wasn’t sure what exactly she was keeping up.
After all, she wasn’t the one hiding the dragon out in the woods.
And there was no way he knew that she knew, was there?
“What are you talking about?”
“This is surprisingly not the worst thing we’ve done. This is like, maybe halfway up the list.” - (The-Disaster-Twins. Open verse)
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❝ Honestly? Same. We could make this so much worse... ❞