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Post by Hiccup on Jul 28, 2017 0:11:34 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] So I'm fanning the flames to climb so high
'cause there's no other way we can stay alive [attr="class","itokaytext"]The last week or so had been strange from start to finish, and if it hadn't been for the Skrill scales left behind, he might have gone on thinking that he was being haunted or pranked by someone. But finding those had been the only clue in he'd needed to direct him to the culprit for the week's strange trail of gifts that had been left at his home, usually on the window sill, and he was more than a little curious as to the nature of these gifts, were they just a friendly gesture? He hoped so, after the conversation they'd had not too long ago, he hoped this wasn't Dagur trying to court him again.
The attendants and servants seemed to recognize him by now, with the previous trips he'd taken here, but his demeanor was notably more relaxed than it had been last time. He didn't bother to announce himself to anyone but the guards posted at the front gates, but he was sure some servant or another would announce his arrival regardless. Even Toothless seemed less on edge here now than he had during previous visits, was this really becoming that much of a regular thing? The thought made him a little uncomfortable, but he tried to shake it off.
He knew his way around the enormous structure well enough by now, and found his own way to the main hall, sitting at the large table that decorated the center, his hand idly going to play with the stone that he'd fashioned into a necklace when it'd been left on his window, that was the third gift that had been left, and he wasn't even considering the implications of wearing it in front of the man who had left it, it was a nice stone, he supposed there was no harm in it, assuming it wasn't cursed in some way or another...It was hard to tell with Dagur.
He supposed it was perhaps bold and a bit rude to come unannounced into another chieftain's home, but given the fact that Dagur had already made several unannounced visits of his own, well he figured he would have been let in anyway, at least this gave him a chance to decide how to approach confronting this one. He had no idea how the other man would react to being found out, this could go many different ways.
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Post by Dagur on Jul 28, 2017 1:54:03 GMT
Things had been going well for the past few days, Nephthys having flown him on his odd requests to go and deliver gifts upon the others windowsill. She had begun molting and he hadn't thought anything of it until recently, Hiccup was smart and clever and if he found her scales then he'd certainly figure out that it was him that was leaving the gifts.
The arrival of guests always raced through the citadel like wildfire and within minutes it had reached his ears. He felt his heart clench with a slight twinge of hesitation. He didn't think the gifts were going to be seen as rude but he didn't know Berkian culture that well. It scared him, he had already promised to treat the other with respect and was unsure if this would be considered a breach of that promise. He quickly moved to go meet his guest, Darkdrum and Nightsong having decided to tag along.
The other seemed far more relaxed than the previous visit, the stone that he had given glittering upon the others neck. He offered a smile, his dragon twisting its heads to take in the gaze and scent of the newcomer. Darkdrum warbled a hello and Nightsong have a happy chirp of greeting, the twin heads greeting the visitors with good nature. He himself was in a state of relaxation himself, a dark cloak of black fur hooked together with a brass metal piece at his neck hung from his shoulders. A dark knit sweater was worn beneath it with heavy set boots and maroon pants.
"Its a pleasant surprise to see you here Hiccup, I hope your journey here was pleasant."
His arm had finally mended around the same time as he started leaving gifts for the other Chief. His lip now had a small scar from where it had been split, it wasn't very noticeable but it was still a nice memory to keep. He stood relaxed, his dragon wandering over to more than likely play with the nightfury, the twin heads never failing to try and make a friend out of anyone they met.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jul 28, 2017 2:23:06 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] So I'm fanning the flames to climb so high
'cause there's no other way we can stay alive [attr="class","itokaytext"]His hand stopped fiddling with the necklace when he heard the other's footsteps, accompanied by the heavier steps of a dragon he assumed. Toothless' head popped up curiously when he saw the Zippleback tailing close behind their master, and he crooned out a greeting in return. Hiccup looked up at the man with an amused expression when he saw him, he looked a bit nervous, but fairly relaxed overall, he'd dressed in a much, much more casual affair than usual, forgoeing even his usual armor in favor of a fur trimmed vest over a green tunic, he saw no reason to be stuffy, his reasons for being here weren't particularly serious after all.
"It was an easy flight, yes, the skies were clear for once, and the seas put up no struggle."
He paused, a smirk coming to his face as he studied him, then looked down at the necklace, chuckling softly, this whole situation was more amusing to him than it was concerning, the gifts hadn't been alarming in nature, so he didn't feel particularly threatened, and he were here more to pick at Dagur than he was to severely interrogate the man, he was curious to see how he handled these things.
"Dagur, did you know Berk has an incredibly high population of cats? I guess that's a given, us being a fishing village."
He got to his feet now, raising a brow at him with a look that said that he absolutely knew what Dagur had done, still fiddling with the stone on the necklace as he spoke.
"You get used to being left dead things on your doorstep...Imagine my surprise when one of those cats started leaving me really strange gifts instead."
He came to stand close to Dagur, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him close to smirk as he looked him in the eye, he was clearly enjoying himself, enjoying putting the other chief on the spot for a change.
"So, Nephthys is molting, is she? Tell her I said thanks, Skrill scales make good decoration for armor, I don't get to play with dragon scale clothing much for obvious reasons."
He turned a grin on Dagur that was mischievous and cheeky as he rose an eyebrow at him, the expression on his face clearly amused.
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Post by Dagur on Jul 30, 2017 5:59:31 GMT
Damn the other looked adorable, the more relaxed style of dress suiting his frame far better than Dagur would have liked to admit. His dragons warbled out a soft snort of what he could only assume to be laughter as the other spoke of clear skies, a joke being made between the twin heads. He gave a soft snort at them, expression reading his playful annoyance before he turned back to the other chief before him.
"I'm glad, happy to see you're in good spirits."
He smiled but watched as the conversation quickly took a turn in a direction that was far out of his element. He blinked at the others comment about cats, not quite sure what to make of the conversation topic before things started to twist into something he recognized. He gave a slightly awkward grin, hand immediately coming to pull his hair back a bit, eyes finding a particular corner to look at. He suddenly had an arm thrown around his shoulders and he was pulled down to meet Hiccups cheeky grin with that oh so sweet hint of mischief.
Well, there went his plan of going incognito for a while.
He wanted to bury himself and forget that this even happened. He felt his cheeks heat up with a fierce blush and he gave a slight cough, trying to figure out what on earth to say. What could he say? Did Hiccup even like the gifts he had given him? He looked away from Hiccup, face red and embarrassment of being caught plain on his face. He swallowed thickly, unsure of what else to do.
"U-Uhm..."
He looked up through his lashes at the other chief, knowing that he looked like a shy mess.
"So....did you like them?"
His voice was quiet, timid, and nervous. He couldn't help but fiddle with his hands, the hem of his shirt falling victim to their picking. He wasn't used to being called out on small signs of affection. Heck, affection in general was completely foreign to him and nearly impossible to figure out. All he knew was that he was trying his best, and this was only the beginning for him.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jul 30, 2017 7:26:10 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] To love to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming [attr="class","itokaytext"]There it was, he couldn't help the little thrill of satisfaction seeing that awkward smile grace the normally confident and in control face, it was the exact reaction he'd been looking for, and he didn't feel bad in the slightest for exploiting this opportunity to have the upper hand for once. Dagur deserved it after leading him on a wild goose chase for the last week or so, wondering if he was being haunted by a very polite ghost, he supposed he was in a way, a ghost of sorts, one that he current had right where he wanted him.
"I was convinced I was being haunted by a...Really polite ghost. I guess I wasn't wrong in that assumption, was I?"
He smirked, keeping Dagur pulled close so that he couldn't escape, he snorted out a laugh when he asked if he liked the gifts, grinning at him with just a hint of fiendish jest in the expression. He didn't exactly want to tell Dagur that he thought the gift were charming and thoughtful, that would give him too much victory, so instead he decided to play a little more, only giving half an answer to that question.
"Well I've certainly never had anyone leave me gifts before, but I certainly never took you as the type, Dagur."
He gave him a look that was only sort of serious as he made a point to brush his hip just a little bit over the injured side of Dagur's body, the intent in his words clear even if he wasn't aware of them himself. He was flirting, without even realizing he was doing it, as far as he was concerned, he was just playing the man the way he played him, adamantly convinced there was nothing in it aside from a desire to watch him squirm. He played with the necklace and looked thoughtful before pulling away and smirking at him.
"The stone is nice."
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