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Post by Hiccup on Jul 25, 2017 3:58:12 GMT
I will lose my shit if even one more person I know dies It was supposed to be a week long visit, he was going to visit Dagur's island and help with some weapon and armor repairs, they were shaky allies, but allies nonetheless, he'd left Astrid in charge so he hadn't been particularly worried about leaving Berk unattended, he'd only intended to take a week to help out at Dagur's forges, and then return home, it was a trade off between them, Hiccup's aid for supplies that Berk couldn't easily get a hold of otherwise. That was how it was supposed to go.
What he hadn't foreseen, was the large ship of trappers...Or maybe they were hunters...They'd attacked him halfway to the Isle of the Lost, armed to the teeth, he'd been caught off guard and shot down by an arrow burying itself deep into his shoulder. He'd blacked out when he hit the water like a stone, lucky that the impact itself hadn't killed him. When he came around, there was no sign of the trappers, or Toothless, he was alone and adrift in the freezing ocean.
It felt like that had been days ago by now, days of drifting between half unconsciousness and wild struggling to swim one armed in what he hoped was the direction of Dagur's islands, against the tides and waves, against the pain in his shoulder that was only getting worse as hours ticked by, and against his own body's desire to give out and let him drift into the depths below. But Hiccup had never been the kind of man to lay down a die, so he fought against everything fighting against him to just swim forwards.
By the time the sun had risen and set once, the fatigue and the impact of his injury had finally started to claim the young chief, his vision flickered between blurry darkness and clarity, and he could feel his limbs beginning to resist and refuse to respond, his head sinking below the water much more frequently as the minutes ticked by. His mind was much to addled by fatigue and the drag of his quitting body to even notice that he was being pushed towards the shore of an island.
His body was limp by the time he touched the sand, and for all effects and purposes, he looked long past dead.
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Post by Dagur on Jul 25, 2017 9:06:54 GMT
| @hiccup The Wolf, he howls The Lion does roar |
Don't be dead - promise me that much
He had been having a pleasant day so far, his body healing nicely. The pirates had gone for now but trappers and hunters were still lingering on his borders, they were welcomed so long as they didn't stir up trouble since they weren't allowed to trap dragons within Berserker lands. So it came as a shock when Hiccup was late to meet up with him. It simply wasn't like the other and now things were starting to get a little uneasy. The trappers had all of a sudden left their shores as if they had caught wind of some sort of amazing catch. So when a servant came running up to him panting like they had just narrowly escaped death he went on high alert. Through rushed breaths he heard the explanation of how Hiccup, his Hiccup had just washed ashore injured and without his dragon.
The growl that escaped his lips could only be described as undoubtedly feral and bloodthirsty.
He managed to yell something about getting him to the healers that had tended to his leg in the first place before grabbing the armor piece the servant had brought back as proof. He held it up to Darkdrum and Nightsong, death being the only thing on his mind. His dragons caught the scent and he was in the air, Darkdrum leading by scent and Nightsong aiding through sight. His own heightened senses were on high alert, the need to drain every one of those offenders dry burning within his stomach as if he had swallowed acid. When he came flying in the sight of the mismatched tail from the struggling nightfury was the first thing he saw. He jumped down from his dragon, fangs bared with a feral look over his features that was filled with nothing but utter rage. He growled and pounced, ignoring the screams for mercy and the begging for forgiveness. He bit, he drank, he tore the insignificant maggots to shreds like they were nothing more than parchment within his fingers.
By the time he was finished the boat was soaked in blood and gore, his own body coated as well.
He was panting, looking upon the mutilated hunks of flesh that were once bodies with satisfaction. Of course the nightfury was not pleased with what he had just done, more than likely fearing for its own safety. He held his hands up in a peaceful gesture before freeing the creature from its bonds. He hopped onto the creatures back, vaguely aware of how to drive the thing before flying it to Berserk after speaking that he would take the creature to Hiccup. He noticed a reasonable sized gash along the creatures foreleg and knew that he would have to send healers for the nightfury as well.
The hush that came over the servants was noticeable when they saw the state their chief was in. He gave the orders for the NIghtfury to be healed and his dragon to be rested. He then went to go see how Hiccup was doing, momentarily forgetting about the gorey mess he had become. He had instructed for the other chief to arrive within his chambers, he entered just to see his healers leaving. The wound would have been treated to perfection and nothing was spoken to him other than the report of his injuries. He moved to stand next to the other, a remorseful and worried look over his blood stained features. He spoke not a word, in case the other was resting.
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Post by Hiccup on Jul 25, 2017 9:34:16 GMT
I will lose my shit if even one more person I know dies It was safe to say that Hiccup and Hel were old friends at this point, with the numerous times he'd came withing a breath of being taken by her cold embrace, but he was her most frustrating target because of his adamant refusal to die, no matter how close he came to it. This was by far the closest he'd courted her embrace, evident by the scarce rise and fall of his chest, so undetectable that the healers had to check several times just to assure that he was, indeed, still breathing at all.
It was too close to call, but the young chieftain's body was stronger than anyone gave it credit for, and his will to live was double anyone else's drive to survive, even if his actions implied otherwise at times. So despite not waking up once through the process of being healed, and despite looking, for all effects and purposes, like a man long past dead, Dagur's talented healers managed to get him something close to stable after a process.
Life came back to him in a harsh gasp as he suddenly sat upright, letting out a heavy string of parched coughs as his throat reacted to breathing and gulping in nothing but salt water for so long, he looked around until he caught sight of the bloody man at his bedside, his eyes were wild and unfocused as they turned on Dagur, and he stumbled from the bed over to him, grabbing his arms in a surprisingly strong grip, though the injured shoulder was noticeably less so.
"Where's Toothless?! They have him...They shot us down...I blacked out...He was gone when I woke up...They took him..."
His shouts turned into frantic, panicked mumbles as he ran his hands through his hair nervously, too our of it to be concerned about the wound he was threatening to open back up on his arm. He made a motion to get up out of bed, making a startled sound when he felt his legs far too wobbly to hold him up and he fell to his knees, letting out a pained sound when he put weight on his injured arm.
"If anything happened to Toothless I'll f-fucking kill all of them..."
His voice was a low growl as he tried and failed to fight the tears from his eyes, digging the nails of his good arm into the ground from where he was kneeling on his knees.
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