[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

The blizzard had caught them both off guard, it had flared up fast, giving neither time to try and find a way out of it. Dragon and rider could often handle most storms, but this weather was different, the wind howling like a banshee driving stinging ice into their eyes, burning like needles against their skin. Neither was entirely equipped for this, Hiccup hadn't even thought to dress for this kind of weather, he'd known the island was a cold, snowy landscape, but he hadn't expected it to be like this.

They may have been okay flying out of the storm, finding their way above the blizzard or landing safely, but Toothless had lost control in a whipping burst of wind too powerful and savage for even the Night Fury's powerful wings. There was a snap as the dragon's prosthetic tail-fin was whipped wrong and broken, and the pair were hurtled helplessly into the storm after that, Hiccup didn't remember much after their crash, a crack, blinding pain, and then blackness.

That was two days ago by now, two days since they'd crashed on this damned hunk of ice, and the young man was beyond annoyed about this entire situation. He let out a frustrated groan as he sunk his head between the Night Fury's shoulders, perched on his back as the dragon carried his wounded rider across the snowy landscape, he'd thrown together the most makeshift splint that he could for his broken leg, but he knew he couldn't get off this island without the help from someone else.

"what are we gonna do, Bud?" He lifted himself from where he'd slumped, "no one knows we're out here..." His voice was tight with worry, he had to find some way to signal...Anyone...Anyone who might be flying around here, "at least the blizzard passed..." For now. But for how long? He let out a pained groan as he slipped off the dragon's back, using a branch he'd fashioned into a shoddy crutch to walk, "Maybe if we...I dunno...Light one of these pines..." He flinched as the dragon shot a blast before being told to, "maybe it'll be enough..." He hoped so.

The sun was starting to sink down, which meant another miserably cold night huddled against his dragon's side to share what warmth he could, he wasn't prepared for these temperatures, but he supposed he would just have to grin and bear it...At least Toothless stuck out like a sore thumb against the white snow...The burning tree didn't hurt either.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

The wind whipped around his face, Nephthys warbling beneath him as electricity crackled around them. A blizzard had just swept through the area, the chill from the setting sun slowly settling in the distance. He was apart of the patrol group that checked for wrecked ships to salvage or anyone who had become stranded to use as servants before bringing them in as full fledged citizens. Zaohr flew close behind him, the nadder being used as a mount or pack mule depending on if he found anything. He gave Nephthys a soft pat on the neck, calming her before he realized just what had caused her to become nervous in the first place.

Smoke billowed out from a tree, his gaze instantly being drawn to the area and finding a downed nightfury along with a particular rider.

He gave a whistle for Zaohr to follow him, Nephthys banking down with a roar in warning. Wind and ice billowed up around him with harsh wingbeats, his dragons coming in for a landing. His foot nearly slipped as he dismounted, the ice slicker than he had planned. He turned, a brow raised at the rider and dragon. The tail piece looked damage but the thing that was worrying him most was the makeshift splint on the others leg. He gave Hiccup a look of peculiarity, he was just a magnet for bad luck wasn't he?

"You got caught in the blizzard didn't you?"

He crossed his arms, weight shifting to one leg as he peered over the two. A sigh was given as a low rumble escaped his Skrill, he had learned the hard way that they were permanently head shy. He had been given a nasty shock when he tried to place his hand upon the dragons head, finding that it was impossible to touch the Skrills head. It either tried to back away or it shocked him, so he go used to touching it on the neck or chest instead.

"Need a lift? I can take you to Isle of the Living where you can get that leg treated and your tailfin fixed."

He would place a hand on Nephthys's neck, Zaohr coming round to give a chirp of greeting.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

The chill was beginning to settle in as the chief huddled close to the Night Fury's side, shivering as the sun sunk down beneath the horizon. He was cold, and it was only going to get colder. He glanced up when he heard the sound of wings in the sky above them, eyes widening, it could have been one of two things, a wild dragon looking for an easy meal, or a rider that had seen his messy signal fire. He struggled to his feet with a wince when he saw the dragons heading their way, "is that a Skrill?" The Night Fury immediately took on a defensive stance, curled around his rider with teeth bared as the dragons landed a little ways away.

In the dark it had been difficult to make out much, but he quickly caught sight of the man on the back of the Skrill, "Dagur!?" He slapped a hand to his face, lamenting how the world could manage to go from back to worse so fast.

The man's question caused his expression to flatten into an unamused, rather dry look, "Blizzard? What Blizzard? I was just checking out the ice, ice, and more ice." He winced as he pulled himself forwards, glancing back at Toothless, "we got caught in a wild wind, his tail piece...It's completely smashed..." He frowned and looked at the splinted leg, "my leg's pretty bad too..." He hated the fact that it was HIM of all people who found him, but he supposed he would have to take the help where he could get it.

He let out a sigh through his nose as he limped closer, "okay...And how do you plan on getting us both there?" He looked back at the Night Fury with a thoughtful frown, "he can't fly at all on his own..." His eyes became curious as he glanced over the dragon, "when did you manage to wrangle a Skrill?" He could remember the effort it took to keep one away from the Berserkers, there was just a twinge of annoyance knowing that the man had won anyway.

He reached up with a slow hand to the dragon's chest, "she looks like she trusts you..." He sighed heavily and looked over at him, "okay Dagur, okay. I can't get off this island alone...And as much as it kills me to say this...We might need your help."
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Laughter escaped his lips at the others comment about the blizzard, a smile stretching across his face. He blinked at the comment of him wrestling himself a Skrill, they did end up fighting over the first one didn't they? He simply gave a small huffing breath of laughter before Hiccup said that he might of needed help. He fixed the slimmer man with a look of indignation, his expression saying it all. Might? MIGHT? This guy was so stubborn sometimes, a sigh escaping his lips at the others antics.

"Might? Hiccup, your dragon can't fly and you broke your good leg. I'm pretty sure that qualifies you to need my help."

He gave a roll of his eyes, sarcasm rolling off of his tongue to mimic the others drawled tone.

"Besides, I'm sure Nephthys and Zaohr can handle carrying Toothless. Also I'll explain how I got Nephthys on the way, now come on."

He'd walk forward and attempt to (as gently as he could) pick the other man up bridal style. A low whistle was given to Nephthys, her walking over so that he could place the other on her back. He gave a short high pitched whistle at both dragons as he seated himself on her back behind Hiccup. He held onto the others middle to keep him steady in order for the Skrill to take flight, Zaohr right behind her. She would grab Toothless by the forearms and Zaohr would grab Toothless by the hindlegs with just enough grip to hold the other dragon steady.

"I can't wait for you to see the Isle of the Living, we'll visit the marketplace in the morning."

He'd offer the other a smile, before turning to make sure that the nightfury was in a secure position before having both dragons lift up a few more feet to test out the weight of the darker dragon. So far things seemed to be going pretty well.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He hated to admit that Dagur was right, he reeeeally hated to admit that, but he was in a tight spot, one that he had no way of solving on his own, "right, you're right..." He pulled a face, looking like the words tasted absolutely awful coming out, "man I hate admitting that..." He didn't get much of a chance to protest or agree before he was suddenly scooped up into a bridal hold, eyes wide and expression absolutely offended, "I can walk!" The sound that came from Toothless caused him to point an accusing finger at the dragon, "who's side are you on?!" The Night Fury gave an amused snort in response, approaching the others with the remains of his tail that they'd managed to salvage in his mouth, "this is humiliating."

He grumbled with a dis-tempered huff as he was put on the back of the Skrill, feeling unhappy chills when Dagur's arms wrapped around his middle, "d-don't you get too grabby." He eyed him, suspicious and more than a little annoyed over this whole situation.

He held on when the dragon took flight, leaning over as much as he could to make sure his own dragon was alright as they started to gain height, "Nephthys, that's her name then?" He shifted the conversation from licking his own wounds to the dragon they were riding, hating himself for feeling impressed by the fact that he'd managed to earn the trust of one.

When Dagur mentioned his island, Hiccup's interest piqued curiously, "right...I admit I've been a bit curious about your island..." He didn't entirely enjoy the idea of mingling with all of the Berserkers, given all the hassle they'd caused for one another in the past, but surely he'd be fine, much as he hated admitting it, he was sure Dagur wouldn't let anything happen.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

So far so good, the dragons seemed to be doing well with keeping pace with each other and their balance so he decided to relax a bit. Low laughter was all that could be heard from him at the other talking about getting to grabby. The stuttering was adorable and he wanted to place a kiss on those lips right then and there. Unfortunately that would probably end up getting everyone killed via a mini freakout from the other man. Instead his hand would simply start to softly rub against the mark he had put into the others wrist a while ago. His mark had healed already, the design ironic and beautiful at the same time. He relaxed, Nephthys giving a low rumble to the nightfury in reassurance that things were going to go smoothly. He grinned as he decided to start talking about the Skrill they were riding.

"Yeah, her name is Nephthys, Zaohr is the nadder."

A chirping hiss came from behind them at the sound of his name being called. A low whistle escaped his lips and the dragons fell into an easy pace back towards home.

"A huge electrical storm rolled in a few weeks ago, thought Thor was mad for a while before I found her. She had crash landed into some trees which tore her wings up a bit, sad sight to see. I got her down, learned the hard way that Skrills are permanently head shy, and got her patched up. She took a liking to me so I named her."

He chuckled and gave her a soft pat on the neck, a low rumble coming from the dragon in response. Zaohr chirped behind him and he figured he may as well describe how he got both of them.

"Zaohr ended up actually crashing into the courtyard, broke a wing. Had to patch him up to, he's stubborn at the best of times and likes to bite. He isn't to bad with his spines though, a little hesitant to use them and I'm not sure why."

He gave a low hum in thought and simply flew on in silence. His eyes trained like a hunters as they passed over the Isle of the Hunt. He wondered what the wolf boy was doing around this time of night, more than likely prowling around the woods looking for fresh meat. He snorted softly in disdain, wondering why he even let the boy live on the isle. He supposed it helped keep the peace and instead he focused on getting everybody to the Isle of the Living.

The first thing that came into site was the large hardened lava wall.

He grinned, happy to be back home. He brought his dragons in, the beserker symbol being waved out on a flag that he held within his hand a signal to his status and who he was. His dragons banked carefully, bringing them over the marketplace that was still buzzing with people. Fireworm torches lit up the area as cargo was being loaded and unloaded onto the docks as well as the ships within the river canals. Restaurants and other shops that stayed open late into the night glowed brightly with people milling about. Horses and carriages clopped through the streets as his dragons lazily glided overhead. He took a large breath, looking upon the wood, hide, limestone, and brick buildings that dotted the landscape.

"This is the main marketplace, its massive and you can find pretty much anything you want here."

His dragons continued onward, the buildings slowly spacing outwards to reveal rolling farmland as well as the main livestock. Farmhouses glowed with yellow torch light and animals could be heard braying in the distance. The air was far more fresh here and small ravines of rivers flowed through the area. Rolling pathways of cobblestone lead back towards the marketplace.

"This is still apart of the working district and it leads out towards the marketplace. It's normally farmland and the trade that runs through here are for livestock and farming necessities."

Finally the walls of the citadel could be seen, the imposing towers of limestone overbearing the dragons making them seem pitiful in size. He raised the Beserker flag, the gates meant for flying dragons opening with a heavy creaking sound and rather large bang when it closed behind them. He flew over the manors of the three Royal Conclave families, his eyes looking upon them with fondness. Their livelihoods shown by the yards of the manors.

Then the castle came into view.

He flew them down by the stables first, his dragons releasing the nightfury once the darker dragons paws had hit the ground. He gave a quick whistle to Zaohr and the dragon took off running into the stable. He slid off of Nephthys and picked up Hiccup once more bridal style. He tossed his head to the side and she took off trotting into the stable as well. A slave came running out of the stable, a worried look upon her features. She murmured something in his ear and he simply gave her a nod. She took off running into the castle and a young boy servant came out this time. He held his hand out to take Toothless into the stable, a kind look decorating his features.

"They'll feed and get a nice heating rock for Toothless set up in the stable for the night, you need to get that leg treated."

With that he began to walk into the castle through the front door. The great hall was lit with fireworm torches, servants and slaves going about their duties. They gave small bows and nods in greeting towards their Chief as he walked past, his gaze never straying from the path he was taking.

He entered his own bedroom which was about the size of a small house.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he would set Hiccup down on the bed and then roll his shoulders. He gave a glance over to Hiccup before crossing his arms across his chest, waiting. Finally the doors to the room opened once more and a woman dressed in all white with a shroud over her face entered. She carried with her a large bag of what looked to be medical supplies, a younger looking woman in similar attire standing next to the first woman. He simply gave a nod to them and walked off towards a side door to the room.

He knew it was probably freaking the other man out but a little prank never hurt anybody.

Once inside the side room, which was actually his closet, he stripped himself of his armor and pulled on a long sleeved maroon tunic, dark pants, and dark cloth boots. He let his hair fall from its brain in long straight locks around his head. He tucked his bangs behind his ear and walked out, expecting the healers to be done by that time. They had said nothing but they had wrapped the others leg in a cast and delivered pain killers which were a mix of poppy seed pods and some other plant he didn't quite have a name for yet. The other man wouldn't be out of it because of the medication, but he figured he might be a little stressed out. The healer and her assistant would have left without another word, the door echoing behind them as it closed.

"Your leg should feel a little better now?"

He crossed his arms, looking at the other with a curious gaze, certain that he more than likely had questions.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He tried to ignore Dagur stroking a hand over the mark that was there, in fact, he made a concentrated effort to forget it was there himself most of the time. It had been a night that he tried harder than anything to forget, but the mark that had been left ensured that he would never be able to. He managed to push it away as he listened to his story, nodding thoughtfully, "I'd be head shy to if I was channeling so much lightning through it." He mused, he'd heard before about the Skrills aversion to being touched there, "that's almost human of you, Dagur." he smirked at him, the snark dripping from his voice, "better this one than the last one you tried to wrangle." He rolled his eyes, "that thing had been sleeping for so long, there was no training it." He still hated that they'd been forced to put it back under ice.

The story of his nadder made him smirk, and he laughed, "Nadders are like that, Stormfly likes to use my leg as a chew toy when she can get her teeth on it." He looked curious when he mentioned his reluctance to use his spines, "I could try and work with him a little? There might be a reason..." He didn't know why he was offering to help him with anything, but he figured it was the least he could do after he helped him off that ice block of an island.

When they came close to the Isle of the Living, Hiccup's attention became immediately focused as they came down for a landing, glancing around to try and take in everything in the firelight, "I've never seen a marketplace like this..." They widened further at the sight of the horses, "never seen an animal like that either..." He couldn't shake the entirely out of his element feeling, he wasn't a chief here, he felt fairly overwhelmed and overpowered in this moment, and he hated the feeling, but he couldn't shake how interested he was in everything around him.

The castle was beyond impressive when they approached it, and he let out a whistle despite himself, "remind me to never pick a fight with you guys..." He mumbled, eyeing the massive structure as they went in from above, a little apprehensive at the amount of people running around here, "you...Have servants?" That was a new concept, and one he wasn't entirely fond of, but he didn't press it further, giving Toothless a reassuring pat on the nose, "I'll be fine, Bud, you'll be fine too." He gave Dagur a warning look, "we'll both be fine." He was reluctant to leave the dragon on his own, but the boy that came to escort him to the stables seemed kind enough, so he tried to relax.

He made an annoyed sound when he was lifted again, sending a glare his way, "Dagur this is really not necessary...I'm a grown man...This is embarrassing!" He wanted to wriggle or fight, but he figured if he was dropped he wouldn't get very far, "I'm not your damsel in distress, a little respect would be nice..." He tried to push the indignation away, but it was still boiling in his belly, just below the surface.

When he realized that he was being brought into Dagur's bedroom, he eyed the man suspiciously, "why did you bring me to YOUR room? I am not in the mood for games, Dagur." He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms when he was set down and looking around, "what is this..." His thought was cut off when the other two entered, and he couldn't do much more but let them do what they were doing as they treated his leg.

When Dagur returned, he was surprised by how much more refined he looked, eyeing him curiously, "never took you for the fancy type..." The question afforded a nod, but he had more pressing things to ask, "Dagur, this castle is bigger than the entire village of Berk...You couldn't have brought me to a guest room or...Something?" He didn't like being here, in his enemy's bed, there were implications and possibilities there that he did not like.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He couldn't wipe the grin off of his face, the absolute look of pride that was decorating his features. It wasn't every day that he got to floor Hiccup with something, his village being more than enough to bring someone completely out of their element. He only chuckled and laid back on the bed, his eyes closing as he breathed out a heavy sigh. It was nice to be home after a long day of riding in the cold. He had forgotten how small Berk was compared to the Isle of the Lost. They had gained their territory and buildings through years of hard work and little dragon raids. Their hunting dragons was for sport, not for survival half the time. He wasn't going to leave the poor man in the dark however, the excuse to talk about his pride and joy far to much to resist.

"I brought you here for privacy, servants will come in and out of your room asking about every little thing to make sure you're a pampered little princess. Since you don't like being a damsel in distress I figured you'd like the lack of pampering. They don't come in my room, thought it would help bring you back into some kind of element that your comfortable with. Those two that came in are personal healers of mine, they tend to the Royal Conclaves injuries and sicknesses. As for being fancy, well that's something my father upheld and I'm expected to follow in kind, although this is considered plain."

He sighed and closed his eyes once more, allowing his body to rest. It always relaxed him whenever he came home after a long flight, patrols often exhausted him. The soft murmurs and shuffling footsteps that were within the hallway during their travel to the bedroom was now gone, the silence comfortable. He stood, his back popping with the motion. A low roll of his neck was given as he opened the balcony door, allowing the sounds of crickets and frogs to come in on the breeze. He turned to face Hiccup, a smile decorating his face as he remembered something the other had said when they were flying.

"Have...you've never seen horses before?"

As if to accent his question a loud whinny came from the horse stables across the rolling hills of the property. A low chuckle escaped his lips and he came to sit with the other, rolling his sleeves up to reveal the elegant design that the other had carved into his arm. He kicked off his boots and sat cross legged on the bed, settling his head on the palm of his hand. He wanted to sate the curiosity he knew brewed behind those green eyes.

"We own servants and slaves, but not permanently. Most servants are hired and after a few months the slaves are accepted as citizens. Some are slaves out of community service due to petty crimes, some are prisoners of war, and others are simply bought from slave traders that we feel are a bit to harsh."

He paused and thought for a moment, reflecting on what else the other had talked about on their flight.

"I don't plan on going to war with Berk anytime soon, gets to boring not to mention we're already at war. A large group of rouge pirates decided it would be fun to try and take us on, little do they know we specialize in naval and aerial forces."

He huffed out a laugh, a smile coming to his face.

"Horses are a type of hooved animal and are great for carrying cargo. You can ride them like you would a dragon or hook them up to a cart or carriage. They can transport people or goods from place to place really quickly, but they can't swim."

He leaned back a bit, stretching out his back before he realized that the other probably hadn't eaten or drank anything in a while, Hiccup more than likely wanted a bath and a change of clothes as well.

"Before we get into some more questions and answers lets get you cleaned up and get you something to eat, huh? Just tell me what you want and I can get you it, and I promise its not poisoned. I can send in someone to bring in a spare set of clothes for you as well, there's a bath in there. The cast is water proof, my healers have given me the same type before."

He pointed to another door that led off to the side and then stood up, putting his boots back on. He waited to hear what the other wanted at this point seeing as he wasn't sure on what the other liked to eat. 

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

If this whole experience was making him painfully aware of one thing, it was the fact that Berk had a lot of growing up to do, the village was small and had for years been meant to only accommodate the Hooligans, but his analytical and intelligent mind was already beginning to sort out things in his head, working overtime in the background as he regarded everything going on around him. He'd become good at sorting his thoughts and letting his mind work on the backburner, multitasking was something he prided himself on. He let out an ill tempered laugh at that, raising his brow a little, "nothing is going to bring me to any sort of comfort, Dagur." He looked towards the window, "but thank you...We wouldn't have lasted long on that island." He couldn't remember the man ever being this chatty, he wasn't terribly up for talking himself, but he would be cordial as best he could.

The question brought a shrug and he chuckled, "no? I mean Berk doesn't get traders the way this place seems to." He looked thoughtful, "I've been thinking of ways to change that." He mused as he laid back against the headboard, glancing over at the mark on the man's shoulder, impressed by his own skill despite what the mark had meant, "interesting, must be a useful way to weed out traitors, I don't think I could ever get used to people...Waiting on me..." He'd always been independent, everyone on Berk shared that trait, but he could see where a place like this would benefit from such things.

He chuckled at the explanation for the horses, looking thoughtful, "I'd just as sooner stick to dragons..." He was a little caught off guard at the sudden offer of food, interest piqued, "it's been days since I've had a proper meal...Fishing on that island was terrible with everything frozen over..." He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled, "I'm...Not terribly picky, honestly...Anything sounds pretty good right now..." That was a hint that he really didn't know what he wanted, a hint that he was trusting Dagur to surprise him. He squinted an eye though, "y'know telling me it's not poisoned only makes me think that it's definitely going to be poisoned right?" He rose a brow, then waved a hand, "Kidding...Well no...I'm not...But I'll take your word for it this time." He smirked as he slid off the bed, taking the crutch that one of the healers had given him, "a bath sounds pretty good though..." He pointed an accusing finger at the man, giving him an utter stink eye, "but you stay out!" He gestured from his eyes to Dagur's in an 'I'm watching you' sort of way before hobbling his way to the door that had been pointed out to him.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He smiled at the others comments, filing away what was said for something they could talk about during dinner. Chuckles escaped his lips at the dragon comment, it being completely expected. The other man practically breathed dragons, although it was easier to get around by horse drawn carriage in the Marketplace. Laughter echoed through the room at Hiccups request at him to stay out, the motions he was making more than funny to the beserker.

The bathroom itself he had memorized, the hot water being more than enjoyable to soak in.

It was smooth stone, fireworms nesting beneath the flooring which kept the water steaming. The bath itself was walk in, a large dressing mirror off to the far wall. The room itself was darker than the bedroom, mood lighting from the fireworm torches being set within the bath. Washing supplies were always placed on the small vanity table that was within the room, a rack for clothes hanging upon the wall by the door. Medicinal flowers float upon the water, each for numbing aches, releasing stress, or simply to provide a simple fragrance for the bath.

He figured it would be a little strange to his guest, seeing as Berk didn't really focus on relaxing luxuries.

A small servant boy came running in with the clothes he had specified for his guest. A deep purple tunic that matched the one the other wore when they were younger, dark colored pants and a set soft cloth boots. The shirt would be made of fine cloth that was soft to the touch and the boots being plenty supple to support the other mans weight. The servant would open the bath door and simply place the clothes down upon the vanity before quickly shuffling out of the room. He had ordered for a different type of meal to be served this time, all of it being native to the Isle of the Living.

Servants brought in a kettle with two cups, the tea being winter jasmine. Grilled caribou steaks atop of steamed lambs ear being the main course with the desert being service berry pie. He smiled and sat down at the table within his room, the chair a plush velvet as well as the other that was placed across from him. Now all he had to do was wait for the other to finish bathing. He did have one of his advisers next to him, them both going over the trade imports and exports as well as a few complaints of the citizens.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He had to admit, the bath was probably the most relaxing thing he'd ever experienced...Apart from the Dragon Nip tea, but he didn't count that. He wouldn't admit it to Dagur's face, of course, there was no way he would give the man the satisfaction. But he couldn't deny that he'd very nearly fallen asleep submerged in the warm embrace of the waters, not even noticing when the boy had slipped in to leave clothes for him. When he finally forced himself to leave the water, he felt worlds more at ease than he had when first arriving here. Of course he was nowhere near entirely relaxed, he was still on guard, on his toes, but he felt much less ill tempered than he had when he was cold and dirty and hurting all over.

He was a little surprised that Dagur seemed to have clothes that fit him so well on hand, but he also figured his own frame wasn't nearly as difficult to cover as someone with more bulk, it felt weird being less guarded by his usual leather armor, but it was comfortable, and he had to admit that he did kind of like the color.

The thing that caught his attention the most as he slipped out from the room was the smell, whatever the man had had prepared smelled fairly amazing, and his starved stomach growled loudly in hunger. He noticed the man sitting at a table, and narrowed his eyes a little, the scene looked far too...He stopped that train of thought, his hunger driving him to go sit down across from the man, running a hand along the chair, "what is this chair made out of..." He'd never felt a material like this...His attention was more on the food though and he eyed Dagur, "at the risk of looking completely barbaric...I'm going to just...Dig in..." He didn't say anything else for a bit, just tucked into his food with as much self control as he could manage.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

When he heard the door to the bath open he waved his adviser away, the need to be alone far to pressing when with someone that wasn't used to the type of atmosphere royalty could bring. He smiled as the other ran a hand over the velvet fabric, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the others comment of digging in. It was rather adorable, the way he was so ignorant yet also intelligent. The curiosity beaming from the other making for such interesting conversation.

"The fabric is called velvet, not nearly as smooth as silk but very soft."

He watched as the other dug in, laughter escaping his lips at the words spoken by the man. He himself began eating, manners not really overly important to him. The meal reminding him that he was home, something that automatically relaxed him more than he realized. He sipped at his tea afterwards, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"This meal shows everything that we can grow here, its why we rely on trade so often. Lambs ear is eaten raw or steamed, caribou move in small herds that we hunt, and the only fruit that grows here is called service berry."

He pointed to the pie he had yet to eat, a small bite being taken of it as he was more of a puffed pastry lover than a pie lover.

"The tea is winter jasmine, other than that nothing else really grows here that is edible."

He stretched out a bit, feeling the muscles in his back slowly relax. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back more than normal as it fell around his face. His eyes gleamed with a bit of tiredness, himself wishing he had joined the other in that bath. Those pirates were getting a little gutsy and it seemed more and more people were complaining about escaped dragons. It was a bit of a mess that he'd have to deal with later, for now he simply grinned and sat back in the chair.

"Ask me anything, I've been waiting to tell you more about the Isle of the Living but remember, tomorrow I'm taking you to the marketplace and we're going by carriage, not by dragon."

He gave the other a smile, excitement boiling within his veins. He couldn't wait to see the other mans expressions as they made their way through the marketplace in the morning. It would certainly be an interesting feat, from what he could remember he didn't think Berk had the option of dining out. He paused in his ideas, far to excited for the day to come.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

When he finally managed to empty his mouth of much needed food enough to actually speak, he nodded and looked thoughtful, "I do know what silk is, we don't see it come through often, but I have seen it." He did kind of like the way the velvet felt better, "might make nice accents to saddles and other dressage." He'd been putting together fancier saddles for some of the aerial displays he'd been working on with his friends, a bit showy and more flashy than practical, but it was a nice way for people to show off the things they'd managed to teach their dragons at the Academy, "not as flashy and shiny as silk, so it wouldn't be distracting...Uh... " He cleared his throat, "sorry...Musing." He'd almost allowed his mind to completely wander away.

He nodded as he listened to him speak, it made sense, make the best of a place that would be difficult to live on otherwise, he supposed Berk was lucky in the sense that there was a much wider variety of crops that could be grown, and introducing new things was easier, especially with such a high dragon population making cultivating and regulating more efficient, the thought gave him his own small little spark of pride as he sipped at the tea before tucking into the pie, "it's all pretty good given that it's using what you have available, you've got some good...Cooks...I guess you have people who cook for you?" What a strange concept, this was all strange, but fascinating at the same time.

He looked at him curiously for a moment, leaning back in his chair, "you told me you were having pirate troubles?" He glanced towards the window, "anything I can do to help?" He hoped he wasn't overstepping, but the two tribes had been allies at one point, "it's the least I could do, what with you saving my skin and feeding me..." He shrugged a little and chuckled, "I'm pretty well crippled right now, but only my legs, if you give me an idea where I can be useful, I'm sure I can help..." He figured he would worry about the marketplace tomorrow, ask questions when he could see it in daylight, for now he was more curious how he might be able to make himself useful during his stay here.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He listened to the other speak with interest, finding the idea of using dragons for show strange but also entertaining. Dragons were used as mounts, battle creatures, a type of workforce, not a thing of beauty. The thought that they could easily begin their attacks once more always in the back of any beserkers mind. It was hard to forget hard conflict that had taken many lives on both sides, not to forget the ones that survived but had lost limbs. It intrigued him since the young man had lost his leg to the very creature he called friend. He couldn't help the chuckles that escaped his lips at the others comment of rambling.

"Don't be, I find it adorable when you become passionate about something."

He smiled, taking in the others features. They hadn't changed much, a little more defined yes but no different from when they were young. A button like nose, soft freckles, supple cheeks that had surprisingly thinned out a bit, soft auburn hair and those sweet mossy green eyes. He had become just as entranced as he had before, hardly registering the fact that the other had just put together that they had cooks. He nodded in affirmation, a soft smile coming to his face. He simply shook his head at the others comment of wanting to help. It was an admirable trait, but he knew his forces had everything under control not to forget he didn't want his Hiccup to be anywhere near danger. He simply leaned back in his chair, finding the tension between the two to finally dissipate.

"No, not really. They just decided to try and take over one of our ships but they failed. It's just a headache of repairs that need to be done."

He rubbed at his temples, already seeing the damage that the naval forces more than likely underwent. Specific budgets were made to keep things from snowballing out of control. They needed something to help their aerial forces, to help protect the dragons more than what their hides could. The scales of the dragons could take a decent beating, but it was far to easy to lose a soldier because their mount had fallen to plunge both of them into the ocean. He thought for a moment before realizing that an answer to that issue was sitting right in front of him.

"There is one thing you can do for my people however, our aerial forces need something to help protect the dragons that they ride. Do you think you could try to make some kind of armor for them?"

He placed his hand by his mouth as he leaned within his chair, taking the normal contemplative look of a Jarl. It was an old habit he had picked up from his father, the need to imitate him at some points having stuck with him from boyhood.

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[Hiccup]

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Thoughts

Chief of Berk

I am not throwing away my shot

There was something to be said about that way food and rest could temper a person's ill manners into something a bit more easy to swallow, and this situation was really no different on that front. He hadn't really shared nearly as much of his plans with anyone back home yet, but he figured there were little ways that such sharing could backfire, at least for this particular topic, it wasn't like he was divulging battle plans or anything. He made a face though when he heard the word adorable, cringing inwardly and raising a brow at him, "yeah, because adorable is what any Viking chief wants to be." That was an unfriendly reminder that he was outclassed by Dagur, who admittedly cut a much more Viking figure than he himself did, he didn't like the implication, and he still didn't like feeling lesser than Dagur.

He shifted uncomfortably as Dagur stared at him in that weird way that he did sometimes, rolling his eyes a little when he shook his head, "doubting my abilities again, Dagur." He tsked softly and chuckled, "fair enough, someday I'll remind you what I'm capable of." There wasn't a threat in his tone, just a promise, Dagur may have found him in a few less than favorable situations as of late, but he was still a force to be reckoned with, maybe not physically, but he was fairly confident in his ability to out fox anyone, even Dagur, if thrown into a situation that was not already stacked against him. Fight me on equal footing, then we'll talk. The thought wasn't spoken out loud, but it was there.

His temper was simmered down a little however, when Dagur finally conceded that there might be something he could do, and he put a hand to his chin, nodding, "I'll need some time to draw up patterns, take notes and measurements for the dragons your men are riding, there'll have to be prototypes...Assuming you'll allow me to use your forges?" He eyed him with a smirk, "but yeah, I can do that, once I have all the detailed ironed out, I can teach your men how to do it." It would feel good to be in his element, doing what he was born to do, and it had been a while since he'd worked on something like this, he couldn't help but look a little fired up at the prospect.

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