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Post by Hiccup on Jun 7, 2017 23:28:30 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. They had never been this far North before, or it felt far, it felt like they'd been flying forever. That always seemed to happen when the sky and the sea melted into one rolling entity, it was easy to lose track of the days, weeks, months, he could have been at this for years, and neither of them would even notice. The water had a way of hypnotizing you when you were flying over it. He was sure they'd been flying for going on three days, maybe more, there'd been a serious storm that had grounded them, changed their course, and now he was just a little bit mixed up...Or maybe a lot mixed up.
There had been very few rock formations on this stretch of ocean for a few hours now, so when the sight of land crept over the horizon line, both dragon and rider made a surprised noise in tandem, "you see that, Bud?" He couldn't remember ever seeing this area before, he'd never seen any formation of islands like this. The promise of uncharted land would have been enough to draw the chief to the ground, but the deal was sealed when, as they got nearer, there was a crack of thunder, "Woah...Okay, well, looks like we're landing." Toothless have an affirmative nod before the pair angled down towards the heavily forested landscape, "looks like there's a break in the trees there, lets go, Bud." He pointed out the spot, and the pair headed for it, touching down with all the grace of two who were perfectly synced.
"This place is...Amazing..." His voice was cautiously soft as he unhooked his leg from the saddle and slid off, "how have we never found this place before..." The dragon at his side seemed less enthused about this place than his rider as he glanced around with alert green eyes, body coiled in a defensive position as he followed his rider, letting out a warbling sound to voice his nerves, "It's just a forest, fraidy cat." There was a chiding chuckle in his voice, "if there's anything here we can handle it." He looked confused though as he looked around, "but I don't see any signs of dragons here...Plenty of animal tracks. Strange." It was rare they found an island with no dragons, he supposed it could just be because this place wasn't a nesting grounds, but the complete lack of anything...It was weird.
He could hear the sounds of other things through the forest though, in the deadly quiet calm, there was nothing but the sound of rain that had started to fall, and the occasional snap of twigs and branches from whatever prowled in the dark edges that he couldn't see, "should have brought the map...We could have..." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "no we couldn't have, because we don't know where we are to mark it." Damn. He ran his hands over his face before coming to the Night Fury's side, "suppose we just...Wander until we find something, eh Bud? There's animals here, we might as well take advantage of that." It seemed like the perfect place to go hunting.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 7, 2017 23:55:53 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged He had traveled here on Zaohr, the need to be cautious far from the Chiefs mind. This was his territory, he grew up hunting upon these lands. He knew what to expect, boar, bears, wolves, but for some reason dragons were hardly ever here. He guessed they understood that nesting here would upset the delicate balance this area had. Although he himself had never quite understood why this area calmed him so much, as if the autumn hued trees somehow calmed anything that came into their view. He wondered if this was what it was like in others minds, this eternal calmness rather than the raging need to do something that he constantly had. The thrill of the hunt or the thrill of battle constantly needing to thrum within his veins. Perhaps that was why he came here so much more often than others, he even left without hunting anything at times. It was strange, and others simply wrote it off as one of his many quirks. He sighed and looked upwards, seeing just between the branches of the trees something that made a grin stretch across his face. It was a Nightfury coming in for a landing. Hiccup was surely a horrible liar if he came right onto his doorstep half the time. He began walking towards the area where he saw the dragon land, Zaohr following close behind. A low chuckle threatened to slip past his lips but he kept it down. The brunette had tried to say that he hated Dagur, but here he was landing right on his doorstep. It was almost to good to be true. Rain came down in a soft shower, him paying no mind to it since it was so common here in the middle of rainy season. In his hand he held a small rabbit pelt full of blackberries, the snack having just been collected as he had been out here for a while. He made no moves to stalk his prey this time, the thrill of the hunt having given way to plain curiosity. When he finally made it to the clearing he would stand just out of sight, watching the nightfury and its rider with interest. He couldn't help himself any longer and came out from his hiding spot, laughter escaping his lips, a grin having stretched across his face. " For how much you say you hate me Hiccup you seem to have a funny way of showing it, coming and landing on my door step doesn't really sell the idea of hatred friend." He chuckled once more, his dragon hopping down to come and say hello as well. Its vocalizations of sharp clicks, trills, and hisses being far more friendly in tone to match its riders. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |  |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 0:22:35 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. The longer he spent here, the more uneasy he started to feel, he couldn't place where the feeling came from, but it was like an unending pull that was telling him that they shouldn't be here. It was clear by his dragon's uncomfortable movements and constantly twitching head that he felt the same, "it's alright..." He murmured, putting a hand against his cheek, "we'll wait for this rain to let up, then we'll find our way back home." He didn't know what exactly he was expecting to find, he had no reason the believe that this was anything other than a remote, uncharted island, but it was that itchy feeling at the back of his neck that made him sure there was more to it than that...Of course...That could have just been the sensation of being watched.
He felt the hairs along his neck stand up when he heard the laughter at his back, whirling to face the man, his eyes stretching in utter disbelief, "Dagur..." His confidence faltered, for just a moment, remember their encounter not all that long ago, but it passed quick and his eyes narrowed, every part of him radiated hostility towards the man, "following us again? You're obsessed." He was caught by the phrasing though...Door step? He slipped a hand at his side, hovering over the blade as he watched him, "what do you mean your doorstep?" IT only took him a moment to realize where he'd stumbled right into the heart of, and when he did the color drained from his features, "this is...your island?" He ran a hand through his hair, "great...The first land in days and it's YOUR territory! I'm glad the gods are smiling down on me!" His voice dripped with his usual sarcasm, but there was undoubtedly fear there as well, these were the isles of the whole of the Berserkers, he had to be careful.
"So. Do all three of these land masses belong to your people?" His own curiosity was outweighing his self preservation, Toothless seeming to be the only one acknowledging the severity of the situation as he let out a defensive growl at the other dragon, only silenced when Hiccup rested a hand on his cheek, "we're on his land, Toothless, he might be a creepy psychopath...But he's still a Chief." He wasn't going to let his guard down this time, he wasn't going to let himself look weak and small this time, "so Dagur, chief to chief, tell me about your home." He realized this was probably the only chance he'd get to speak to this mad man on equal footing, and it was about time he started acting like the chief that he was, "we'll walk, talk..." He figured if they kept moving, there was less chance to be cornered and trapped again.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 1:03:58 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged He chuckled as the color drained from Hiccups face, his grin never faltering. The Nightfuries anger was perfectly acceptable, and in fact he would have been angry if it was completely passive. Zaohr gave a low rumbling growl in return, its head lowering in a defensive posture. He simply gave its horn a soft tap in order to calm it down, it giving a soft shake of its head. The next words of the brunette threw him off a little, stalking him? Now? Not in particular, his grin lowered into a smirk as the chief of the hooligans slowly figured out exactly where he had ended up. The confusion finally lifting as laughter escaped his lips at the remarks of him having been flying for days. " You could practically say it was fate." Then his eyes widened in surprise at the mans next words, he wanted to know more of Beserker lands? Low chuckles escaped his lips as he gestured for Hiccup to walk with him, his own dragon flanking him in protection from the creatures that liked to claim the Isle Of The Hunt home. He probably should have been more worried about explaining his village lands, but that was so boring. Why not make a battle a bit more of a challenge if war were to ever arise? He might as well start with the basics then. " First questions answer is yes, the Beserkers own all three of the isles which are collectively known as the Isle Of The Lost, although only one isle from the three actually bears that title. Also, catch!" He would toss the rabbit skin full of black berries to the other chief, his dragon ready to catch it with its tail if the brunette missed. " The isle you landed on is called The Isle Of The Hunt, its connected to what we consider to be the mainland despite this one being the middle isle. There's a small stretch of beach we can cross if the tide is down, though I have a feeling its covered with the rain right now." He grimaced, the thought of flying in rain not the most appealing thing to him. Walking in shallow water wasn't the best idea either, he did know of a few hunting lodges near by that no one was using at the time. Hunting season wouldn't start for another two weeks, a sigh would escape his lips as he took a right. He knew the forest well, not perfectly, but well enough. " There are hunting lodges this way though, it would be better for all of us if we get out of the rain. Wouldn't want that saddle of yours to get ruined would we?" A grin would stretch across his face as he walked, the teasing tone of wrecked stuff far to evident within his voice. He wouldn't actually ruin it, that wouldn't be needed seeing as he was going to trap his prey within a simple hunting lodge. Finally it came into view, a small wooden lodge just by one of the many cliff sides that lead down to the ocean. He would hold the door open for Hiccup, Zaohr trying to lead the Nightfury to the stables just beside the lodge. It wasn't stocked with food just yet, since hunting season was still two weeks away, but it kept the rain off of the large beasts and had heating rocks as well as hay for them to rest upon. Dagur would shut the door behind him, looking at the darkened lodge with narrowed eyes. He would open the fireplace, the metal hinged cover to it swinging open with little difficulty. He threw the spar few logs that were within the lodge in the fireplace and stuck a small match, letting it light the fire for some light. He would then stretch, taking in which lodge they had actually found themselves in. It seemed to be one of the ones people housed in, not so much as store weapons in. There were two chairs as well as a few antler decors but not much else. A hunting axe rested within in the corner of the room and he simply leaned up against the wall. " Its not hunting season just yet, two weeks, two weeks left." He hummed, taking a small knife on his belt out and playing with it as he thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to start with seeing as the isles had a lot to explain. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 1:38:54 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. Hiccup was well aware that he could be trailing into the wolf's den, Dagur was being cordial, to civil, it made him more uncomfortable than his actions in previous encounters had. As much as he welcomed not being ambushed and tossed around, this felt much more dangerous than that encounter did by a long shot. He eyes him from the side, looking a tad incredulous about his fate commentary, "Or bad weather." He snarked, "no one likes flying in this, and we only just got out of a bad storm a day ago." He sighed and shook his head, "it's what knocked us off course anyway...If that hadn't happened we'd of..." He wrinkled his nose, speaking with more force, "It's not fate!" And if it was, then he and fate needed to have a long chat.
He fell into step beside the other chief, Toothless following the Nadder in flanking on his own rider's side, eyes alert and careful to everything, but his focus was mainly on the man walking beside Hiccup, warning in his green eyes. Hiccup tried to keep his own body language easy, but he couldn't hide the caution, and maybe even a small hint of tense hostility, "impressive, these islands are incredible from what I saw from above." He let out a surprised sound when the pelt was tossed to him, giving the man a half suspicious expression before deciding he would chance it, "they're all three unique, Berk has strange weather sometimes, but I've never seen such diverse climates all in one place." This was strange, talking to a madman like this, but he was interested, and for the moment anyway the other man seemed keen to talk, and he was keen to listen.
"Apt name." He mused, "it's clever, having lands like this where prey can thrive..." Granted his own village was a fishing village, "must be big prey. When we landed I could hear things rustling through the trees." He followed when their path veered right, about to question it when it was answered for him, "water proof." He smirked a little, "Berk is a rainy, wet climate, I build these saddles with that in mind. Special kinds of waxes keep the water off." If there was one thing he was proud of, it was his craftsmanship, he still enjoyed manning the forge when he could get away to.
He looked up when the hunting lodge came into their vision, following Dagur to the door, pushing gently against Toothless' head when he tried to follow him inside, "I'll be fine, Bud, it's gonna be too cramped inside for all of us, alright?" He set a gentle hand on the dragon's nose and gave him a comforting smile, "I promise, I'll be fine." The Night Fury gave one last protesting purr before bowing his head and following the Nadder, throwing fretful glances back as Hiccup followed the man inside.
He knew he was in a vulnerable place now, closed in with an unpredictable man, but if he could keep him talking about his island...He looked up, "hunting season, what's that like here?" He laughed, taking a seat in one of the chairs, "Berk's a fishing village, mainly, we don't see much hunting." Of course that didn't mean they didn't hunt, but it wasn't as frequent, "you sound eager for it." He smirked, "somehow that does not surprise me. Can't imagine why."
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 2:26:39 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged He couldn't help the smirk that overcame his features at the slimmer mans words. The close quarters of the lions den far to much for him to ignore. He leaned against the wall by the door, his eyes glittering with the thrill of the hunt. His quarry was trapped now, stuck within the confines of the hunting lodge, and by far it was the most interesting sight he had seen in a while. He did feel swells of pride with the complements to the isles that his people called home. It was always nice to break the stereotype that they were barbarians with nothing nice to call their own. They were Beserkers not barbarians, there was a small difference and he couldn't help but like to prove that small difference. Laughter escaped his lips at the comment on him enjoying hunting season. It was true, he was a hunter by nature. He loved every bit of it, the stalk, the chase, and the kill. It was the rush that he adored, from fighting wolves, avoiding the horns of a moose, just brushing past the talons of a bear, the adrenaline that those activities brought fourth far to powerful to ignore. It was simply to much fun, how could he not enjoy it? The Berkans curiosity had put him off a bit however, he then remembered that the man was just as curious as he was. " Hunting is difficult here, as with most things. The prey here is large, the predators larger. Moose, caribou, geese, wolves, bears, and boars. Those are the feistiest since they don't stop attacking even when downed. We only hunt here a few times a year, otherwise we upset the balance of things. Our food sources are varied and change constantly depending on what we can grab. I'd be careful out here though, the Isle Of The Living and the Isle Of The Lost are just as dangerous in different ways." He paused, the emphases of wolves howling seemingly validating his point of things being dangerous. He smirked, as if he knew he was far more dangerous that a couple of wolves. They were far off however, dragons tending to scare most things off. He knew his Nadder could take care of itself and then some, it being used to the different predators that called this isle home. He might as well finish explaining the different isles, not being able to think of much else to do that wouldn't involve his prey to scramble away just yet. He needed his prey to drop their guard, and if talking was what it needed than talking he would do. He righted himself, allowing his back to lay flat against the wall. He would need to explain the difference in weather a bit better, since his prey seemed to have a slight incline as to what went on in each isle. " The isles are different in weather and whats there. The Isle Of The Living is where almost all Beserkers call home. There's pretty much everything that somebody could want village wise there. Not much grows and there's only a few different animals that are considered wild that live there. We fish, but that's mostly food for the dragons." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts for what else he could explain. " There's three districts on The Isle Of The Living, the royal district is for me and my family and any other chiefs from neighboring villages to stay at. The housing district isn't much different other than where it's located. The royal district is placed so that its in the direct line of battle, its so the chief is ready for any battle that tries to come up on our shores. The housing district is pretty much the same, but its placed more inland. Then there's the working district." He paused once more, the crack of thunder rattling the small lodge softly. He blinked, looking outside through a small window as the rain had decided to pick up. The window was nothing more than a grey blur, water cascading down the pane of glass. " The working district is right in the center, it has small farms, livestock, forges, pretty much anything that has to do with manual labor. We also have a dragon arena, granted its kind of a mix between people and dragons. Fights happen in the main part of the arena, but the two side arenas are used for training and is where we teach the kids. Its sort of like an outdoor classroom, the fights normally don't kill anybody or dragons for the most part, but sometimes it happens." He kept his gaze out towards the window, watching the water flow down the pane of glass as he thought of home. He was giving the slimmer man a chance to digest the information he had given him. A small thought hit him, a small smirk finding its way onto his features " It snows more than anything there." Now he'd go quiet for a moment, letting the brunette mull over what he had just described. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 2:51:46 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. There was genuine curiosity mingling with his need to keep him talking, the longer Dagur talked, the more time he gained for himself to think and process what was going on. He wasn't pinned, or held down, he had to remind himself that he'd followed him here willingly, the rain was bad but they'd flown in worse conditions, he had to wonder how much of it was logical thinking, and how much of it was wanting to know. He sat back in the chair, still tense for the moment, but he kept an eye trained on Dagur as he spoke, "I imagine, giving the wildlife free reign, this whole island, when creatures flourish they grow to fit their surroundings." He glanced towards the window at the howl of the wolves, much less threatened by them than by the man he was sharing space with, "I imagine everything grows bigger." He could believe what he said though, the whole triage of isles seemed dangerous, and not just because of the weather and wildlife.
It was strange, hearing this information, he'd always taken the whole of this clan to be nothing but bloodthirsty murderers, and he didn't doubt that they were, but this sounded more like a real village, "I always imagined your people living in more chaos than that, ah uh...No offense there...Just..." He ran a hand through his hair, "you hear stories, right?" At any rate, having this information would be useful should the time come where they had to clash in battle, these isles were no more than three days from Berk on dragon back, if war was ever declared...He shook the thought away, looking up at him, "arena? You...Fight dragons?" There was something inherently disturbing about that, fighting each other, fighting dragons, but he was in no place to object. He wasn't on his turf.
He hated that despite his better judgement, he was starting to relax in the chair he was sitting in, owing it to the rain against the lodge and the sound of someone talking, even if that someone was Dagur, "snow? That makes sense, this far North." He looked out the window, "I imagine the winters are severe..." He glanced at the man, "harsh environment, harsher people." He could tell Dagur was proud of what he'd accomplished here, it was almost human, "you're proud of your village, I can see it on your face." He followed his gaze out the window, "seems we have that in common." Much as he hated to admit that fact.
He shifted in his seat, "that rain is getting more intense...There goes any hope of flying out of here...That rain with the cold would be a deadly combination." He glanced over at the man with a wry smirk, "I suppose I'm here for a while yet." He was much more relaxed now, sure that if Dagur intended to do anything, he'd of done it ages ago.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 3:17:25 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged He grinned at the brunettes words of the ideals that they had about his clan. He couldn't help the chuckles that escaped his lips, the thought that the Berkans actually told stories of the old days of the Beserkers was more than entertaining. Of course his people were known for their battle prowess, the idea of fighting practically invented by them. He couldn't think of a man, woman, child, or even an elder that was incapable of fighting on his island. The only exception being that of the grand elder, her magic being far more terrifying than anything. She had been born with the power to speak to the gods, and recently she had given them the notion that Thor had been pleased with their progress. To back it their food stores had been going well, her words were often prized more than gold. He himself believed in the prophecies that she spoke. " There are reasons why those rumors are out there, and we can still live up to them." He flashed a feral grin, chuckles escaping his lips. Yes, he was a firm believer in his people and the destruction they could bring. Now that dragons were trainable, they were able to easily travel and attack faster and harsher than ever before. Nothing really compared to a Nightfury other than a Skrill, at least in his mind. He'd surely want one of them if the Beserkers and the Hooligans ever went to war. He blinked as the slimmer man asked if they fought dragons. Fight dragons? No, they hadn't in a while since to many people and dragons alike were killed. Besides, it brought distrust between them and made for to difficult a time to train them. He figured those were more than likely old rumors that still circled around. His village was his pride after all, he'd hunt down those who spoke of those rumors soon enough. " No, we haven't fought dragons since the red death was defeated. To many people and dragons alike got killed, and it makes for to much distrust between our species. Dragons fight dragons and people fight people, surprisingly the people fight each other more than dragons. Normally they're basic brawls and the only thing really damaged is their pride. We train them mostly now." He rolled his shoulders back, eyeing the other chief as he continued to speak. It seemed as thought he was the conversationalist, Dagur was more of a combat oriented man rather than a wordsmith. He couldn't help the flash of heat that rose to his cheeks at the compliment. They were few and far in between when it came to Beserkers, flirting and fighting often went hand in hand. They rarely ever had time for sweet romances, normally whoever was best in battle would be the ideal partner. He figured he was a strong warrior, it was no wonder he was complimented. He simply cleared his throat, unsure of what to actually respond with. Thankfully the topic seemed to change, the chance to play arising once more. He couldn't help the grin that came over his face at the choice of words given by the brunette. He chuckled lowly, leaning off of the wall and standing fully. He felt his blood start to boil in the most pleasant of ways, adrenaline starting to kick in. He would attempt to place his hands on the arms of the chair, wanting to overwhelm the slimmer male with his build. " Would you say that you're at my mercy once again?" | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 3:51:36 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. He eyed him with a quirked brow for a moment before a smirk played on his lips, "oh believe me, I don't doubt that for a second." He leaned against the arm of the chair, a casual and unconcerned position given the circumstances, he had no reason to be worried for the moment, they were talking like civilized people, though he wasn't sure how long it would last, he was confident when this charade did break and he was shown Dagur's flip side again, he would be ready...But overconfidence could be a problem, "I can guarantee out reputation holds true as well." He eyed him with a look that was almost challenging, "there's a reason my father's name carried so much weight no matter how far I flew." His father's name, but not nearly as much his own...He was known...But he didn't command the same respect that Stoick had, and it opened a wound thinking about that.
He wanted to say a lot of things about the idea of pitting dragons against one another, but the man's assurances assuaged him for the time being, and so he left it alone, "I don't doubt that either." He eyed him, "people have a habit of fighting over anything and everything...Dragons only fight when they have to." or when they're forced, he kept the thought unspoken, not wanting to set the man off.
The expression that crossed the other man's face when he complimented him was almost terrifying in how base and human it was...Had he flustered him? He wanted to say something, make some sarcastic quip about it, but thought better of it before the words left his mouth. Dagur was being civil, but he was still an unpredictable psychopath, he needed to be careful whether he felt at ease or not. Dagur had obviously approved of the compliment, but Hiccup immediately regretted these words when the man suddenly stood and came close, too close, "uh..." It was his turn to stutter now, looking up at him as he menaced over him, feeling the cornered, way too intimate feeling again, "I guess I would...Say that." He couldn't even yell for help this time, there was no way he would be heard over the roar of rain and thunder, "what do you plan on doing with this then?" He eyed him, curious, and nervous.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 4:18:24 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature Post for Semi-Sexual Themes He couldn't help the chuckles that escaped his lips at the mans next choice of words. Yes, he did know the mans father quite well. He was not someone to be taken lightly and neither was the slayer of the red death, his eyes glittered with sight of knowing. Now that he had his prey cornered within their seat, uncomfortably all to evident within their speech. It made him grin, the rush of capturing his prey far to enjoyable. He had moments of sanity, or at least what came close to it but bubbling beneath the surface was always a brew of madness. His madness was insatiable, whatever he wanted he got because it simply was how his body was programmed. He would take what he wanted when he wanted, using any means necessary when it came down to it. And what he wanted was Hiccup. What exactly he wanted to do with Hiccup wasn't known even to him, it was simply something he wanted. Perhaps to maim him, play with his emotions, to take him. It was all to tempting, especially since the boys interest within himself seemed to have grown. The other chief had even tried to compliment him, something that was rarely done between Beserkers. It was a sign of simple want, and he was glad to give into whatever he desired whether the receiving party wanted it or not. He licked his lips at the words spoken by the slender man he had trapped. Once again he was at Dagurs mercy, and how he wanted to see that raw emotion flash over that freckled face. He dared to even call it a pretty face, something he found endearing. Sexuality mattered little to Beserkers, if you fought well with another than anyone else than you were destined to be. It was a simple train of thought, even if you hated one an other you at least could have respect for their battle strengths. He practically let out a purr deep within his throat, eyes gleaming once again with something unreadable. " I think you already know~" He would lean forward, wanting to press his lips against the others. He wasn't going for a fleeting brush this time. Oh no, He was far to hungry for that. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 4:38:17 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. There was that look again, that expression that he hated because he couldn't read it. Of course he wouldn't stop smiling, looking at him with that predatory gaze, but it ran deeper than that and he was not interested in following that trail to see where it led. He'd followed into the man's trap again, put himself in a situation where he couldn't fight back, get free, get to Toothless before he was caught and subdued again, he was not nearly as quick on his feet as he was sure an experienced hunter was. He knew what he could do, and what he couldn't do, and this was a situation that he hadn't figured out yet.
He ventured a question behind shaky words that he couldn't control this time, "what do you want from me...All...This...These games. What do you want?" He stared up at him with a level glare that was tinged with just as much raw fear as it was disgust. He didn't like the intent in his eyes, he didn't like the implications, much less so with the man hovering over him like this, pinning him into the chair without even laying a hand on him. He knew if he tried to get up, he would just hold him down, it was another painful reminder of just now un-vikinglike he really was.
His desperate plea received no real answer, instead that expression just became unreadable again, and he was to distracted in his attempts to read the emotion behind those wild eyes that he didn't have time to register Dagur pushing closer.
It wasn't just a brush this time, and it took him a moment to register the other chief's lips against his own before he felt his skin crawl, immediately reacting by pushing against him, his breath picking up in alarm at the situation he was suddenly thrown into. He didn't know what to do, he could talk or fight his way out of anything, but this was a completely different situation, and somehow it scared him more than facing down the Red Death ever could have. It was that feeling of losing control of the situation, at the mercy of someone who wanted...Something...Awful from him, and he'd face down a hundred Red Deaths if it meant never having to be put in this situation again.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 4:59:34 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Post is rated MATURE for semi-sexual themes He could help the satisfaction he felt at the sensation of his lips pressed against the others. This was a whole new kind of rush that he couldn't explain, something that made him hunger for nothing else but the one he had pinned to the chair. A deep rumbling purr came from the back of his throat, unable to hide the bliss of adrenaline he was feeling. This mixed with the thrill of the hunt made his blood rush and boil in strange and pleasing ways. He was shoved against, a deep growl coming from his throat as he separated from the brunette a bit. He was still trying to keep the slimmer man pinned within the chair, the mans words making his blood absolutely boil with something blissful. He was at a loss, never having felt such stomach churning enjoyment. He was losing the little control he did have. His eyes now faded from their unreadable gaze, pure bliss now showing on his features. He licked his lips, unable to control what on earth was going on with his body. It almost scared him, the idea that someone could do this to him almost unimaginable. But he had never felt such an insatiable hunger for something, he wasn't exactly sure what that hunger was but it burned within him. He just knew he wanted nothing but Hiccup. What he wanted he would get, but his tongue seemed to have lost just as much control as his body had. He leaned forward, this time aiming to purr within Hiccups ear. " It's very simple Hiccup, I want you." His voice held a low growl to it, but not in the way of violence. It held a hungry growl, one full of one simple desire. He would attempt to place a soft kiss to the others cheek, his eyes half closed. He felt as if he were drunk on something, as if his mind had simply become hazy from the other mans touch. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 5:17:29 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. The cruel mockery of a kiss lasted far too long for his liking, this was too close, too intimate, too much. He hadn't even kissed Astrid like this, not that he ever would, not in this aggressive, forceful, careless way, this was a kiss from someone who gave no care as to whether the other party was invested or wanting of it, and he was not in any sense of the word wanting this. When the other chief pulled away, he let out the breath he'd been holding, panicked and quick, this was wrong in every definition of the word. He hated the expression on the man's face, he hated that hungry expression, the look a starving wolf might give its prey, but Dagur was hungry for something that Hiccup had no intention of giving to him, he could tell by the satisfaction in his eyes, and the thought of what he seemed to want was sickening.
Hiccup in response to that shift in expression, pressed himself farther into the chair, shrinking down, feeling well and truly helpless now that he'd gotten a taste of what the man wanted. He was gone, or very nearly done, and Hiccup didn't know if he could fight off someone like him in such a single minded, goal driven state. Diverting migrating dragons from nesting in a dangerous place was difficult enough, trying to do the same with a berserker was a much more terrifying task.
When Dagur leaned in closer, he had nowhere to escape, his breath getting quicker as he felt awful chills along his back, he had to do something, but his mind was drawing blanks, nothing in this lodge was viable aside from the axe in the corner that he couldn't reach, and the weapons at his side that he couldn't reach, his eyes settled on Dagur, narrowing his eyes with raw hatred, "over my dead body." His words came out in a growl more aggressive than he thought himself capable of, "you want me? I'll fight you all the way to Hell's gates. I'll fight you until I can't fight anymore." He almost scared himself by the vitriol and anger in his voice, but he stared hard into the Berserker chief's eyes, a challenging glare, willing him to do his worst.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 8, 2017 5:40:59 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Post is rated MATURE for sexual themes He felt his throat go dry at the other mans words, pure excitement running through his veins. Gods above, he was really trying to stir him up. His hunger did nothing but grow, heat pooling within his body in ways he didn't think were possible. He hungered so fiercely for the one he had pinned into the chair that he was tempted to take him right then and there. That would have been far to easy, he loved delayed gratification. Despite how hazy his brain was at the moment, he knew he wanted to savor the man before him. He licked his lips, his gaze almost glazed over and unfocused. The bite within the mans words had done nothing but stir him up even more than before. He was a hunter, the type of hunter that enjoyed the thrill of a challenge. If that was what the man before him was going to give him, than by the gods that was what he was going to crave. His body ached in ways he didn't think were possible, his breaths slowly starting to quicken as the panic of his prey slowly set in. A low rumbling chuckle resounded out from his lips, the sound haunting to his own ears. " I'll be sure to enjoy it~" He practically purred out those words, his gaze flickering over the slimmer form of the man before him. This hunter was going to be a little different when it came to toying with its prey. He would lean forward once more, his hand quickly reaching out to grab hold of the others chin. He tried to turn the mans head to the left, wanting to expose the right side of the his freckled neck. He would speak lowly, a deep purr of satisfaction leaving his lips. " And you will too." With that he would attempt to lightly suck on the mans flesh, aiming for the delicate pulse that he knew would make anyones breath hitch. That artery he sought would be the key to relaxing the man before him, that one little spot that drew out such shuddering soft pulses of pleasure with each heartbeat. A low hum would escape his throat, as if to enhance the feeling. Even if the man before him wasn't mentally enjoying their little game, his body would. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 8, 2017 5:59:18 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. This time, unlike the last time, the fire and the burning anger did not die in those green eyes as he watched the sick hunter's every move, He was afraid, scared to death of what was happening, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of watching him crumble and plead. He was better than that, he was stronger than anyone ever gave him credit for, but he was also painfully aware of the trap he'd snapped himself shut in with his bold words, as it only seemed to please him more, and it only made this situation that much more cramped, that much more uncomfortable intimate.
When he spoke, the tone in his voice sent a chill along his spine, a kind of innate, primal instinct to be terrified fighting against his resolve not to be scared and winning, but he didn't show it on his face, he only breathed out a hissing reply, "I wont let you enjoy it." He'd fight, just like he'd promised, even if in the end he lost, he could lose knowing he'd tried to fight at all. He flinched back from his hand, but with little space to escape into, his chin was quickly taken, head craned to the side, and he eyed the man through wide, fear stricken eyes, his panicking brain calling to mind all those images of a predator tearing its prey's throat out, and in this moment he had no doubt that this man might do it.
What he did instead was significantly worse, and Hiccup loathed the involuntary intake of breath at the action, he had to stop this, he had to do something...He tried to ignore the chills that he got from that awful sensation, or his mind knew it was awful, convincing his body of that was a more impossible task.
The move he made was rash, unplanned, banking entirely on luck and surprise, but he took advantage of the situation to attempt to swing his head around, trying to knock it hard into Dagur's...Well whatever he could get to...It wasn't quite an attempt at a headbutt, but he had to try something before this escalated into a situation he couldn't get out of. If he failed, he feared what might happen.
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