[Hiccup]

Dagur

"Dialogue"

Thoughts

Chief of Berk

I’m young, scrappy and hungry

It wasn't the most lavish place that he could have decided to hide, but a barrel of fish was miles better than having to play babysitter to him, though he supposed it was less playing babysitter and more playing ragdoll with the way the other boy could get sometimes. If he was careful, he could hide here the rest of the day and the Berserkers would be in and out without any bodily harm to his person. Of course, luck never tended to favor the scrawny viking, and he flinched when light flooded into the barrel as the lid was lifted, he gave a crooked grin, "Daaaad, you're probably wondering why I'm sitting in a barrel of fish!" He stood, "there's a good explanation for that." His voice was a bit grunted as he tried to climb out of his hiding place, eyes widening when the whole thing tipped and he crashed to the ground, the Chief of Berk did not seem terribly amused by the scene.

"Well, I was...Uh..." He fumbled as he tried to feign a lame excuse, picking up a few fish before dropping them into the barrel, "looking for parasites! Not hiding!" His eyes widened as he was bodily lifted by the strong hand of his father, hanging limp and defeated, 'listen son, I know Dagur can be a bit...Enthusiastic...But it's your job to keep him busy, understand?' Hiccup let out a groan as he realized his father had clearly won, "oh sure, I understand...Crystal clear." He drolled out a response, trying not to look utterly humiliated as he was carried to the docks where the Berserker ship would be arriving, trying to ignore the fact that he smelled like he'd...Well like he'd taken a dip in a fish barrel.

Stoick leaned down to his level, 'Remember, son, you're keeping him busy, and keeping you both out of trouble.' Hiccup nodded, looking a bit less than enthused over the task that he'd been saddled with, not surprised in the least that this had been delegated to him. Why not? It got Dagur out of the way, and also kept the entirety of Berk from having to suffer his own knack for disaster and accidents, the last thing they needed was for him to find some way to start a war.

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[Dagur]

my soul is His stomach lurched along with the boat, water sloshing against the creaking wood of the ship. He hated traveling to Berk during this time of year, the place was enjoyable but the trip to it was less than pleasant. Seasickness was a new feeling, the concept known but he himself had never experienced it until now. Luckily he had been able to hold onto his lunch, the determination to not vomit being what his heart was set on doing. His mind however, that had been occupied by the hooligan heir. The thoughts of the skinny viking having not being able to flee his head since his father announced that they were going to sign the treaty. He couldn't place his finger on what made the other so interesting to him. Yeah, he used the scrawny boy as a knife throwing target more than once but that wasn't what his mind had been thinking about. It had been only recently that his father had decided to give him "the talk" even though he and his friends had found out about a year or so prior, it had been more of an annoyance rather than an awkward situation. He figured the other heir had some kind of pull that made his heart do flip flops and his head go fuzzy, or it could have been him growing up. So far he had been feeling like a newborn caribou, lanky and uncoordinated at the best of times to almost downright clumsy. It was awkward and irritating and he only ever really settled into the bigger size when he was in hunting mode. A predator type situation to where he could hunt something down, stalk it, capture it, really anything. So far he had been stalking the crew, hiding up on the rafters, fighting against the slow rocking motions of the boat just before pouncing. It had been fun until they started to look for him, eventually he ran out of ways to sneak up on the other members of the crew, much to his dismay and their relief. Other than that he was left to his own devices, his own thoughts, his own curiosity. His father had skipped on taking him to the last treaty signing so he was eager to see how much the scrawny boy had grown. So far he himself had shot up a few inches and gained a bit more bulk. He still felt far to lanky, but he figured he would fill out well enough once he was able to get the hang of his body again. He had been given a request, although it was more like an order, to wear no armor this time since it was a peace treaty signing. So instead of his helmet, armor, and weapons he was dawning a simple deep mahogany colored tunic that came down to his elbows, dark colored pants, and heavy dark leather boots. His long red hair fell sleekly around his shoulders and face, the studded headband he normally wore no where in sight. The beserker war paint was not absent from his features, that much he had been stubborn on wearing. Three dark greyish blue slashes ran down his right eye in a signature beserker appearance, it made him feel a little bit more like himself. The groaning of the wood matched the lurching of his stomach, the boat coming into port. He could hear the horns of the hooligan tribe blaring to signal his tribes arrival, the ground swaying beneath his feet. The boat collided with the dock slightly, the shock running up his legs and he tried to steady himself. His eyes glanced around, watching the crew members scurry across the deck in preparation for their departure. He pocketed a small dagger, the only weapon his father allowed him to carry during this trip in case of "self defense". He walked down the gangplank, his feet heavy on the wood and his eyes searching for a very particular boy. He of course found what he was looking for, a smirk coming to light on his face. His father was right behind him, his father's hand that placed itself on his shoulder made his muscles tense slightly. He wanted to use the scrawny boy as a knife target but stopped once he saw just how different he looked. Instead of a fishbone he looked...softer. Not nearly as ridged or twig-like but softer and more supple in appearance, the others cheeks dotted with freckles and mossy green eyes to match soft auburn hair. He gave a soft swallow, noticing the slightly cute gap in the others front teeth. When had this change happened? Last time he had been able to check the other heir had been nothing more than a twig and fishbone mixture but now he looked more like some kind of woodland fae. He turned to look at his father, snapped out of whatever trance the other heir had put him in. "-'m sure these two will get along fine as always, shall we sign the treaty and then have the banquet? Or would you like to catch up first Stoick?" The kindness in his fathers voice and expression nearly made him gag, he never understood how his father could be so...agreeable. It was a stain on the beserker lineage that he would never be able to outgrow or outshine unless he brought greater glory to their home. It just drove him to the edge, made his blood boil, his skin crawl, his mind slip into madness. He had already earned his title of deranged among close friends and family as a joke, but soon enough he would turn that joke into a true name that others feared. "Shall we go then Hiccup?" The question sneaked out past his lips before his father could try to make them sit through the peace treaty signing. It always bored him and now he wanted to figure out what in Hiccup had changed. He'd walk forward a few steps towards the thin heir, a look of confirmation being set to both chiefs. He hated that he needed confirmation that it was okay to hang out with someone as well, it was slightly humiliating. "I'm sure you two will behave, be back in time for the banquet alright?" He only offered a nod before turning to Hiccup, his smirk not leaving his face. dark

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[Hiccup]

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Chief of Berk

I am not throwing away my shot

He spotted the ship lurching over the horizon line before the horns sounded to announce their arrival, and he cleared his throat a little as he made an attempt to quietly shuffle off, letting out a soft groan when his father placed a heavy hand on his shoulder to pull him back to his side. He could feel the dread bubbling up in his belly when the boat bumped edges with the docks, and he let out an annoyed grumble as he tried not to look utterly finished with the situation. He hoped for half a second that maybe the chief had left his wild son behind again, but those hopes died before they even took off when he saw him pop up and make his way to the dock, "so much for him leaving Dagur behind this time...Lucky me..." He 'oofed' when his father gave him a warning nudge, sighing and rolling his eyes.

He was a little surprised by how much bigger the other had gotten, swamping Hiccup in bulk and height now as he approached, it hadn't been that long since he'd last seen him, had it? He was distinctly aware of how little he'd grown in that time frame, still a skinny little fishbone, they liked to call him.

He threw a glance at the two chiefs as they spoke, mocking his father's response as he tried to slip away before Dagur noticed him. This failed, of course, and he cringed a little when the boy spoke to him, turning a forced smile to him, "Dagur, man it's been...Too long." He cleared his throat, making a pointed effort to slip back when he approached close, "right, let's uh...Lets go." He was at least more eager to be away from his father than he was Dagur, at least then he wouldn't have to listen to him detailing all the ways he's screwed up recently...That was a laundry list he did not want a part of.

He looked back at the other teen as they walked, raising a brow, "so, you're here, fuuuun. I suppose I should be asking you what you want to do?" He gave him an awkward sort of smile, hoping maybe he wouldn't get close enough to suss out that he'd been swimming in a fish barrel, the last thing he needed was to have to explain that.

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[Dagur]

my soul is He smiled and walked along with the other chief, chuckles escaping his lips at the sarcasm that dripped from the smaller heirs mouth. He looked around, finding that not much else had changed since the last time he had been there. The only difference that really stood out to him was with Hiccup. The other boy was so much more appealing now, the flesh tainted pink with the chill that was in the air as well as what he noted to be an adorable button nose. He found himself enthralled with the seemingly altered appearance of the other boy. He wanted to touch that silky looking mop of hair that was seemingly glowing in the afternoon light. He wanted to run his hands along those soft looking freckled cheeks just to see how much the boy had really changed. So far he hadn't believed it even with seeing it with his own eyes, to see that change from stickly to supple. The question distracted him from his thoughts. Where could they go? The woods was always a fun area to go hunt in, and he could make a fun game out of stalking and hunting the other heir. Something told him that wasn't that good of an idea, the woods was probably crawling with creatures and all he had was a tiny knife. It irritated him, what could they do that was fun? That wouldn't show just how clumsy he had gotten thanks to those stupid growth spurts. It just wasn't practical, as much as he had wanted to be taller and more muscled the process of getting that way was much to difficult. If wasn't as if they could just go into any old house and play..around....that actually wasn't a bad idea. He had never seen the heirs house before and it would be in perfect seclusion with their fathers busy signing the treaty. "Why don't we go to your house? It's the one place I haven't seen before." He grinned, looking at the other with excitement. There they could be alone and he could finally figure out exactly what had changed in the other heir. What made him so much more desirable than before, the curiosity slowly driving him to the breaking point. dark

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[Hiccup]

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Chief of Berk

I am not throwing away my shot

He really wished Dagur would stop looking at him like that, there was this observant expression on his face that was more than just a little unnerving, and he couldn't help the shill bumps that ran down his back and along his arms, chills that weren't from the seasonal chill that had settled frost over everything around them. He tried to focus on that instead, rather than the intent look that he felt on his face that was making him wildly uncomfortable as he walked beside the other, "okay, okay, you're really starting to give me the creeps..." He back stepped a little, lifting his hands, "a little less staring at me like a hungry dragon eyeing sheep would be really nice, y'know, if you could be at all bothered to?" There was a bite in his voice that was empty at best, not that he could actually do anything to stop him, it was mostly just a feeble attempt to break the awkward silence.

Ooooh there was that smile that he hated, it was that 'I'm gonna do something unsettling to you' smile, or that was how he took it, his request was met with a fairly confused expression, raising his brow, "Uh...My house?" There was a distinct reason he'd never taken Dagur into his house, for one that was a little too into his personal bubble than he liked, not to mention no one could hear him scream...But...He was obligated to entertain this guy, so he finally let out a defeated groan, "fine fine, okay...C-c'mon." He turned his feet towards the large hut that sat a little above the village, "wouldn't you rather...I dunno...Go torture me in the woods or something?" He offered, still leading them to his home, it sounded much more favorable to being stuck in a small space with him...Anything did, really.

He swung open the heavy door and stood aside so Dagur could go first, following in after him, "so...Uh...This is home?" He pointed to a room to their right, "that's where my dad sleeps, don't go in there." He pointed up stairs next, "and uh...That's my room?" He had a feeling that was where Dagur wanted to go, simply on principal of the way he was looking at him before, so he reluctantly climbed the stairs to the small door that his father sometimes had trouble fitting in.

It wasn't like his room was especially impressive, it was a bit small, like him, and seemed to hold a bit more stuff than it was meant to, with a bed on the left, a writing desk that seemed to be littered with schematics and sketches, and a small shelf with smaller prototypes of said schematics, he reached a hand to rub at the back of his neck, clearing his throat, "see? Nothing all that special...Can we go do something...Not cramped in a small room now?" He tried a crooked smile, clearly wildly uncomfortable.

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[Dagur]

my soul is When the other commented on the look he had been giving the only reaction he gave was a smirk, eyes darting away from the others facial features. He listened, feet crunching through the snow and the smell of pine and forest entering his senses. It was an addicting smell, something you could never smell on the Isles since there were hardly any pine trees. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he looked towards the other when they commented about going to play in the woods. "I thought about it, but that seems boring right now." A low hum escaped his lips in thought, green eyes flickering around where they were headed, memorizing their route. It was only natural that he slowly studied the area around him in case of any need for escape or battle. It made his blood thrum, the thought of entering battle to bring glory to his people. He released a soft breath as they neared the others house, green eyes studying it as they walked upwards to it. They entered and he snorted softly as he explained about a room that belonged to his father. "Like I'd want to enter your dads room, even I'm not that insane." He smirked and walked up the stairs, watching as the slimmer boy wandered in and catching a slight eyeful that made his blood start to sing. A lot had certainly changed about the other heir, a lot more than he realized. His mind started running wild as he walked forward, fully ready to start the hunt. That is until he bumped his head in the doorway, not used to having to bend over to enter through doors. He let out a low hissing sound and pressed a hand to his head for a moment. A low grumbling curse escaped his lips, a light flush coming to his face in embarrassment. He hated being taller now, wanting to go back to the body build he had before all of this. He looked around, taking in the quaint little room. It always interested him on how behind Berk seemed to be, their chiefs not being treated like royalty unlike his isles. It always made his head spin and he was thankful for the fact that he knew how to take care of himself. The drawings had caught his eye and he walked over to them, his eyes tracing over the papers with interest. The others words didn't interest him for the moment before he registered exactly what had been said. "I beg to differ, did you draw these?" His eyes glanced up to meet the others mossy ones. Oh yes, he had already decided that he was going to at least touch the other heir. Even if it was as simple as a brush of the hair or even a soft kiss. He didn't simply want to he needed to at this point, the soft and suppleness of the other far to irresistible. dark

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[Hiccup]

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Thoughts

"Toothless"

I am not throwing away my shot

He eyed him when he noticed his eyes suddenly averting elsewhere, letting out a sigh through his nose, he was glad that he wasn't staring anymore, but that proved that he had been staring very intently at him. He rolled his eyes at the statement though, letting out a snort, "I'll try to contain my grief." He supposed being here was better than anything else they could be doing, at least as far as he knew he was in no danger of bodily harm here...He hoped.

"I don't know what part of...Exploring my house is more exciting but..." He trailed off, trying not to think of the much closer quarters, he at least the advantage of knowing exactly where everything was, this was his territory, Dagur was much bigger than he was, but he'd also noticed his clumsy and unsure he seemed to be on his feet, Hiccup was small but he'd always been small, he was fairly confident in his ability to at least outrun this guy should anything get too hairy. Not that he was terribly worried about things getting terribly bad, from what they'd seen there was only Oswald, Dagur, and maybe one or two more, he hoped Dagur wasn't stupid enough to try anything with those odds.

He turned when he heard the thump, raising a brow and giving him an amused smirk, "there's a door frame there, Dagur." He was amused at how simultaneously hopeless and dangerous he could be, it was a wild card draw which you'd get at any given time, right now it was almost laughable how unused to his height and overall size he was, it reminded him of a young dog, with paws too big to maneuver easily, too much leg and not enough coordination.

He looked up at the question, nodding as he came to shuffle through them, "uh huh, these are prototypes for a Bola Launcher, in theory, it'll make downing dragons easier...you build a bunch of these y'know?" He chuckled, "of course the first prototype so far launched me instead...Still feeling that one..." He gestured, "but y'know...Some of them are just drawings of people around the village..." He ran a hand through his hair, "I mean it's not like they let me do much else...Gobber at least lets me feel useful helping around the forge...I guess I end up with a lot of time on my hands." He was always fairly sure that the rest of the village only tolerated him because he was Stoick's son...He would have been gone ages ago otherwise, "I'm sure Dad'll have plenty of stories about all the screwing up I've done." He turned his eyes down at this, a little less spit and vinegar, more dejected.

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