sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: hiccup

Hey. Ah. I know everyone else has been doing this lately, but...I guess we all have to say something, huh?

[Hiccup looks away from the feed for a moment, visibly torn between what he should be doing. At the same time, there's this sense of unwavering resolve that comes to the surface.]

Guys? [Hesitation gets to him, but he pushes to continue.] I gotta go. [He strokes Toothless' head.] We need to go back.

The last time I went home, I came upon a very big, terrible discovery. And this happened the night before the final dragon test I have to go through. I know what happens. Astrid told me. I just...I have to go through with it, you know?

[Toothless gives the boy a nudge. A low gurgling purr clutters the sound for a moment. Hiccup laughs weakly, regaining his balance before looking back at the feed.]

So... [He draws in a quick breath, puffing out his cheeks.] That's it.

...Astrid?

blackmoonrising

[Here’s the interior of Ichigo’s apartment; it’s late afternoon, the window is open to let a breeze (and a dragon) in, he’s sitting at his table with a cup of something in shot, you can see the dark head of his roommate beyond curled up on the sofa reading something, and besides him sits Hiccup. Both boys look thoroughly nonplussed. Ichigo gives the camera a flat look.]

I swear if anyone laughs about this I don’t care who they are I am kicking their ass.

You know, I'm a little torn between holding you back and letting you go ahead.

[Hiccup sighs, rubbing the side of his face before letting his hand drop back down.]

I'm also wondering if this is really a normal punishment for being late to classes.

Hell no, they just landed us with this damn chore ‘cause we’re Newcomers and they need to fill a quota or something. Screw this, I don’t give a crap about Valentine’s Day. It’s a girls’ holiday.

[You can hear the disdain dripping off him. Hiccup glances at all of the pink and red scattered across his lap and on the floor. He picks up a lacy heart, eying it warily. Toothless pokes his head over the both of them, sniffing curiously.]

Eugh. Yeah, no kidding... It feels that way for the girls here, anyway.

[At this point Rukia sighs in the background, grabs a rejected, lopsided heart, crumples it up and throws it at Ichigo's head.]

Don't be so childish. You're performing a service for your classmates and creating a more romantic atmosphere. That's perfectly appropriate for a dance such as this.

[She knows this because of the manga she's reading. Ichigo, however, is less than impressed by this reasoning, especially as the crumpled paper heart bounces off his head and lands smartly in his cup of cocoa with a ‘plop’. He fishes it out with an annoyed scowl, getting to his feet and turning to look at his assailant.]

Do we look like we know how to decorate a Valentines’ Dance, Rukia?

That's no excuse for doing a poor job. [Primly.]

That’s not the-

[Intruding into this scene of domestic bliss are a pair of breasts. Covered in an orange jacket and attached to a grinning woman, but fabulous nonetheless.

Also, they're pressed against the side of Ichigo's head for some reason.

For his part, he takes it rather well-]

UWAAAAA!

[-By falling on his ass and managing to stutter out:]

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WI- Yoruichi-san?!

Yo, Ichigo. Your window's open.

[ooc: Ichigo, Hiccup, Rukia, Yoruichi. ]

summing_it_up

[Oh hey, it's Hiccup. 'Sup. It looks like he's partially distracted, but he glances over at the NV.]

So. I know it's late, and not many people care, but...I've been thinking. And yeah, lots of people think stuff, that's nothing new. [He pauses, looking down at something for a moment.] But...this one's kinda, I dunno, important? Because...I totally missed the actual anniversary date of my arrival– well, re-arrival. Here.

[Pause. A glance back at the device.]

Which wasn't a fun day, by the way...

[As he trails off, he looks down again, squinting this time.]

...Roll out your dough. Make sure you set oven to 400 degrees.

[It's at this point that a large black shape obstructs the screen, fogging it up with a snort before the whole thing shudders. When Toothless pulls his head back, the camera's been compromised, now showing more of the counter where Hiccup works with...pizza dough?]

Hey, Toothless– [Hiccup snorts, shaking his head as he continues reading:] Flatten to...edges of the pan–

[The dragon looks from Hiccup to the blobby substance on the tray, then pulls himself up so he can set down both fore~~paws~~claws on the thing.

The boy gapes, staring at the now-flattened dough before looking at his dragon buddy.]

...I really hope your hands were clean.

[Blinking large green eyes, Toothless peers down at his paws, lifting them (and revealing slightly dingy, doughy clawprints). He immediately slips them back past the edge of the table, looking at Hiccup as his mouth quirks to one side in that awkward, gummy smile of his.

After they maintain this silence for a bit, Hiccup gives a resigned sigh.]

Eh, this wouldn't be the worst thing I've eaten.

summing_it_up

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. It looks like he just got back in from a long day of work. Or something.]

Well. I guess everyone's been busy lately, huh?

[Don't mind him. He also has a dragon sprawled across his lap.]

summing_it_up

[All that is heard at first are blasts. Quick, short fireblasts. That and the sound of high-pitched mechanical squeals dying out in an instant.

The black blurs into light, refocusing as best it can at the framerate it's going. The ~~rock~~ NV ends up on the ground next to the remains of...a cell phone. The skewed angle shows part of an exasperated Hiccup and a blur of scaly black.]

–Too close! That– that was way too close!

[There is little time to recover. More of the handheld devices on display (now complete with the Viscious Attitudes app and sharp, spindly limb accessories) start to skitter all over the street kiosk. Low growling counters the screeching...followed by another violet flash of light. The kiosk and all of its inventory is left a smoldering spot on the ground. Hiccup looks relieved, taking a moment to pat the dragon's flank.]

...Thanks, bud.

[Toothless grunts, then jerks his head up as they are interrupted by a more human scream. The initial fear of the tone dives into one of anger. The boy exchanges glances with the dragon, holding up his hands as he tries to calm the man storming over toward them.]

–Those were expensive!!

H-hey, look, I'm sorry–

–Everything's DESTROYED thanks to you and your overgrown LIZARD–

[Toothless bares his teeth, but Hiccup quickly shoves himself in front of the dragon's face.]

–He was trying to help! WE were trying to survive, okay? It's not like we knew this was going to happen– !!

–You don't get it! You just don't get it!!

[The owner of the former kiosk continues, relentless with his use of expletives. He finds himself at a loss before hastily dropping down to scoop up the NV.]

Aaand now we really have a problem! Come on, Toothless, we gotta go. NOW!

[With the NV clutched tightly to his chest, it's hard to see anything or make out what's being said. But the last line is clear. And obviously frustrated.]

–I SAID I'M SORRY!!

[The feed then cuts out.]

Current Location: Sector 2

summing_it_up

[Hiccup is busy. It's not often one gets to see him so engrossed in doing things. He appears to be threading something together, maybe even reinforcing the edge of the saddle that usually stays on the dragon's back. As a few more stitches are made, he stops, checking over his work.

It's not long before the Viking boy will find himself with company. A large black shape slinks in behind him, large green eyes glancing over at the NV-rock before the dragon peers over at Hiccup.

The boy doesn't appear to notice, muttering to himself as he goes back to sewing.

Toothless peers over his arm for a few seconds, then pulls back. It's not long before he does so again, this time having come around the other side.

Without looking up, Hiccup wrinkles his nose.]

Toothless– hey. What are you–

[Green eyes glance to one side, then the other.]

–I'm sorta in the middle of finishing this–

[Big green eyes stare at him a moment before Toothless pulls his head back again. Maybe he's leaving Hiccup alone to finish up?

Seconds pass as Hiccup blinks, checking either side once more. Although slightly puzzled, he eases himself back into his sewing.]

...Okay. Good boy.

[It's several minutes before the dragon reappears. This time he settles his chin over Hiccup's head. From here he watches a while, and it becomes apparent just how comfortable he's gotten as he yawns and closes his eyes.

And as Hiccup finds himself hunched under the weight of the dragon's head, he sighs. This makes sewing impossible.]

Really?

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

axetrid

_{[When the feed comes on the scene it shows would be normal, if it weren't for a couple of key elements being rather off. Astrid is at the forefront of it all, cleaning off a rather sharp bloody looking knife with a cloth. There are some ripped up cloth bandages, some of them bloody, strewn along the top of the kitchen table she's sitting at. Off to her side is a rather pale looking Hiccup, one of his arms bandaged up in the same cloth strips. It isn't very hard to make the connection.

That isn't the only strange thing though - on Hiccup's forehead there seems to be stuck a bright yellow post-it note, with some runes scribbled on it. He looks a little miserable and sick, but Astrid herself seems healthy as ever. She takes only a moment more before adjusting the angle of the feed before sitting back entirely, continuing to clean the blade as she speaks.]}

There really is a lot of sickness going around, isn't there? It's pretty unnerving. I figured either Hiccup or I would catch it, so I decided to be prepared. Good thing too, considering I was right and Hiccup did end up sick.

_{[Sliding the knife through the cloth one more time, she holds it up to her eyes closely for inspection before deeming it blood free, before tossing it onto the table with a little too much force, causing Hiccup to wince at the noise it makes.]}

Like my mom used to always teach me, the best way to be on the offense of an illness is to go on the defense. That's why I've been praying to Eir every day extra hard. I even caught a goose in the park and sacrificed it to her when Hiccup got sick, just for good measure. I told Hiccup to pray too, but I guess he didn't pray enough.

_{[At that Hiccup rolls his eyes, but shoots Astrid a grimace of a smile when she glances his way.]}

But it's alright. He'll get better and he already has started to feel better, haven't you Hiccup? _{[There's a nod, but...it isn't that enthusiastic.]} I've put the proper runes on him, bled him a little bit, fed him garlic and even made him medicine out of herbs. I think the elder of our village would be pretty proud of me right now.

Anyway, I've been carving a few charms out of wood since they're better than post-it notes and last longer, and was wondering if anyone who's sick would like one. I can also help bleed you if you'd like. I'm really good at holding people down, even if they struggle!

So, let me know, alright?

_{[ooc: Both Hiccup and Astrid will be replying to your comments! Don't pity Hiccup though. He feels sorry enough for himself already. 8|]}

summing_it_up

[From this low angle, Hiccup is sitting on the floor of the apartment. It appears he's been sitting there for quite a while. All of his concentration is being poured out on the toaster that's set in his lap. He stops for a moment.]

Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–

[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]

–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!

[Here, his voice trails off.

And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]

[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]

summing_it_up

–Oh, come on...

[The feed flickers, slightly tilted at an angle. Hiccup is standing yards away from in profile from wherever it's recording...

...in the middle of an area that looks dedicated to rocks and rubble of all shapes and sizes. But he's a little preoccupied.]

Good job, Hiccup. You just had to go cut through this way, trip, and lose your rock among all of the others conveniently gathered here. I mean, who leaves piles of rock around anyway?? That doesn't even make sense in the middle of a...a city!

Or maybe it does, depending on what's being done with these buildings– but that's not the point!

[As his hands are thrown up into the air, the feed clearly shows that 1) he has an apple in one hand and B) he has a black eye. Hiccup sighs heavily, smacking a hand against his head in tired frustration. And of course he uses the hand that holds the apple. He winces.]

...No. I can find it. I will! Time willing.

[Unfortunately for him, the ~~rock~~ NV's video function decides to work like a one-way mirror. This will be fun for him.]

summing_it_up

[And here's Hiccup, sleeves rolled up and everything, while he absentmindedly grabs a large plate from the ever-growing pile of dishes sitting next to him.

It looks like he was testing things out a little earlier, but he eventually grins lopsidedly at the screen.]

Uh. Hey guys! How's it going? I know - it's been a while. But I found some work. If anyone cares, that is. [He takes a moment to eye the dish he's still holding.] It's...not the best, to be honest, but it's something! But I was wondering-

[The pile of plates shift as more is added onto it, causing the scrawny Viking to throw himself against the side he faces, waiting until it settles before he speaks again.]

That was close. [To be safe, he takes another plate from the top.] Um. As I was saying - I was wondering, since I just got here about a month ago, if anyone knew or had any connections with- [The casual wave of the plate proves to be too much as ceramic clunks, hitting the device.] aw no-

[Blurring happens. The ~~rock~~ NV is submerged in murky, soapy water. Sound becomes muffled and enclosed as a faint yelp is heard. A quick thrashing past multiple plates and utensils and a blur of a hand grabs onto it, resurfacing to show Hiccup, now all squiggly and ripply due to the accidental dunk in the dish water, breathe a sigh.]

...Yeah! Anyway. Short version of this is the options in housing. A better place to stay would be great. Any place. Just in case.