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Post by Hiccup on Jun 9, 2017 7:32:26 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. His mind was reeling when he found himself on his back on the floor, realizing that tackling the man down had been a mistake bred from poor judgement, of course being down here would end up putting him into a terrible and completely helpless position, with the man's full weight on top of him now, and no leverage to push himself up with his hands pinned, but he still tried to struggle, to thrash, to do anything to get away, his breath coming in short, panicked huffs as he tried to push against the hands pinning him, trying to move his head away when he leaned down. He was completely disturbed as the blood was licked from his cheek, swallowing a hard lump of fear as he shut his eyes tight, "I don't belong to you." His words came out in a desperate growl, still thrashing as best he could. trying desperately to keep true to his promise of a fight...But he was also fatigued, and he was losing the fight.
He took in a sharp intake of breath when he felt his mouth against his neck again, his heart hammering as he shut his eyes tight again, feeling nothing but a raw fear, he had no way of fighting, he couldn't push back against the other man's superior strength, but he tried, he tried to leverage his body against the ground and push him off, a very animal need to protect himself driving his fumbly and terrified movements, wanting nothing more than to be anywhere but here.
He was caught off guard when the man leaned in to kiss him again, his own eyes widening when he pushed the kiss deeper, feeling absolutely violated by the motion, violated and enraged. He let out a growl as he suddenly tried to bite down on the tongue forcefully slipped into his mouth, breathing heavy through his nose as humiliated tears bit at the corners of his eyes. Contrary to what a lot believed, it took a lot to make Hiccup cry, but this...This was breaking him...And he hated himself for it.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 9, 2017 7:47:53 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature post due to sexual themes Gods above he tasted so good and felt even better. From the copper yet almost sweet taste from his blood to the milky mellow taste of his flesh, he was just plain delicious. He groaned, unable to hold back the pleasure that started coursing through his veins, the movement by the mans jaw not going unnoticed. He pulled away just in time to see those pearly whites clamp down on nothing. He watched as he squirmed, nothing but pure satisfaction and desire written on his face. He would move both of the mans hands to be trapped within only one of his own, his larger and bulkier stature making for an easy transition. He wanted to feel that soft and supple flesh the rider hid so carelessly beneath that armor. It was almost maddening how thick the layers of clothing he wore were. If he had his way the man would be far more exposed. A low growl escaped his lips, his free hand roaming downwards to fully feel what he had simply brushed against earlier. Wanting to test just how soft the mans flesh really was. His mouth would not be vacant either, moving to suck along the other mans neck, aiming for the spots that would make his body shiver. His legs would shift, aiming to trap the man more than before, wanting to place one leg in between the others legs with a low growl in warning. After all, he needed to move the others waist a bit in order to get to his goal of where his hand wanted to wander. He would try to sit on the others good leg, his free hand wanting to roam upwards from the base of the others prosthetic, aiming to give a nice exploration of that particular muscle as well. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |  |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 9, 2017 8:20:23 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. He felt an anger burning in his chest when the man pulled away again, baring his teeth in a wild snarl of words, "you are disgusting." His anger was getting more heavy with every motion that Dagur took, a feral, hateful anger than he'd never felt for anyone before. Hiccup had never been a person who hated anyone, but he hated this man now enough that he wasn't sure if he'd hesitate to kill him a second time if he got the chance. He just needed that one opening, one shot that would debilitate Dagur enough for him to get away, his mind was whirling as he tried to block out what was going on, he needed to clear his mind...He needed to get the upper hand, he needed to let Dagur think he was winning.
He let out a soft, steadying breath, trying to ignore the sick in his gut as the man's hand ran along his form, swallowing a lump before murmuring out a soft sound when he went back to his neck, putting on the most convincing act he could muster despite the high stress that his entire body was under, it was all he had left, if he could get him to relax, to think he was winning, maybe he could catch him by surprise.
Every part of him was screaming how wrong this was, but as Dagur mouthed his neck, he breathed into his ear, recalling the way he reacted previously, how out of it he seemed to get, if he could catch him by surprise...He tried out a sensual growl, trying not to feel disgusted as he bit onto his ear which was close to him, gentle and teasing as he purred out a pleased sound.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 9, 2017 17:53:14 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature post due to sexual themes Delicious, it was the only word he could use to describe the man before him. From the emotions that flashed across his face, to the snarky words that flowed past his lips, and not to forget the taste of the mans flesh. He was soft and supple just like he thought, the need for more far to strong within his stomach. He was being far more careful this time however, knowing just how unpredictable that his prey could be. He continued to try and lick, kiss, and nip along the other mans neck, moving up to try and kiss his jawline. The low growl of sensuality was like heaven to his ears. A low humming purr escaped his own lips, a smirk coming to his face that the other man could probably feel. The noises his prey was making made him practically loose it, a low moan escaping his lips to join the others vocalizations. It was far to heavenly to resist, but he forced himself to. He loved delayed gratification, especially when it came to people and what he wanted from them. When he felt his ear get teasingly bit and the sound of the low purr coming from the man beneath him made a harsh shudder run through his body. A low rumbling laugh came from his vocal cords, pulling away from the man to see his face. He wanted to drink in whatever expression the other man had on his face. His eyes were glassy with bliss, a lick being given to his lips. His gaze wandered over every feature of the other mans face. He did have a pretty face, freckles, soft auburn hair, meadow colored eyes, creamy pale skin. The man was delectable to look at, it made his hunger grow. He knew better however, knew that taking it to far now would ruin his chances of fun later. He would simply drive the knife of his words into his prey, wanting his prey to realize that he had won. He would lean forward to growl lowly into the other mans ear, his words coming out with sugar coated venom. " You see Hiccup? Even if you think you don't want this, you still respond so positively." A low rumbling laugh escaped his lips and he would pull them both up into a sitting position, still trying to keep the mans good leg pinned beneath him and his wrists within one of his hands. He would try to claim those lips once more, wanting to deeply explore the territory he felt to be his. His free hand however would take a far more gentle approach, aiming to rub upon the back of his prey. His fingers working in small circles to remove any tense knots within the other mans muscles, his message clear. Continue doing well like this, and my touch becomes softer.| Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 10, 2017 1:28:08 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. He hated himself for every moment of this charade, but it was the only way he was going to get through this with as little trauma as possible, if he just gave Dagur what he wanted...Within reason...He would eventually leave him be, sated in his sick games. Maybe he could actually go to sleep, he could feel his body craving that, and then leave by morning's light. He'd never missed home more than he missed it right now, and he'd never craved the open skies more. He breathed out a soft sound when Dagur moved along his jaw, trying to feign pleasure even though every nerve was screaming to protest.
His reasons for biting his ear had been to attempt to catch him off guard and bite hard, yanking and tearing until he managed to knock him off or push him back. but he supposed in a way it did serve to drop Dagur's guard even just a little bit more, he could tell by the glassy look in his eyes.
When Dagur leaned in close again, he was half tempted to try and land a savage headbutt on the man again. But he wasn't so stupid that he thought he would succeed. Dagur would be ready for it, he'd move and things would just get worse. So instead he only glared ahead with dagger eyes, huffing through his nose. When Dagur moved away, He narrowed his eyes a little, "as if I have a choice." He looked surprised when he was pulled into a sitting position, wishing that he would get off of his leg, he might be able to do something if he had both of his legs. He didn't fight this time when Dagur kissed him, despite every part of him wanting to, he would let him have his way, he was too tired to fight anyway...His entire body felt heavy and tired, exhausted from everything that had happened between leaving Berk and now.
The hand massaging his back did little to relax his tightly wound body, every muscle painfully tense, he felt like screaming, like crying, but he wouldn't give Dagur the satisfaction of seeing that, seeing him break, "I just want to go home..." His words were mumbled before he had time to stop them, small and almost pleading, he wanted to be away from here, back to the person he actually belonged to.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 12, 2017 3:24:57 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature post due to sexual themes A low rumbling purr came from his own lips at the soft sound his prey made. He grinned, sure that Hiccup could feel the upwards quirk of his lips. It was so enticing to skip all of this and get to the really fun part. Oh yes, it was oh so deliciously tempting, but he made himself resist. He wanted Hiccup to beg for it, just like how he was pleading to go home. His prey was almost broken, all he had to do was continue pushing until he had a little toy that did as he was told. A lick was given to his lips as he separated after their kiss, although to him it was more of a claiming. He could feel his quarrys tense muscles, how little there was of them. He was slender and soft, but not overly so. It was a supple softness that he found himself enjoying far more than he should have. He grinned a small grin this time, just barely more than a smirk. " You'll return home soon enough, for now enjoy what I can entertain you with." His voice was a soft purr, it holding just a little to much of his true feelings. A soft voice mixed with an entranced tone, his mind having gone a bit foggy from the delayed gratification he was forcing on himself. He would attempt to run his free hand down to the other mans thigh, the one that connected with metal. A soft squeeze would be given if he could, his lips moving to nibble at the other mans ear in a teasing fashion. He knew by now the areas of the other mans neck that would make his breath hitch and his body react. It was slow and soft, the message from before slowly coming back to light. Be a good boy and be rewarded.He knew he wanted to slowly coax the other into enjoying the entertainment he was providing. It would be slow, it would be difficult, but it would be so delectably worth it in the end. He would move to nip at one of the sweet spots at the other mans neck, wanting to hear that delicious hitching breath he was sure to have caused. A smirk would form upon his features once more, the need to coax the other out of their shell far to promising. " After all, you are my guest tonight~" He would then begin sliding his free hand back up towards the others back, wanting to slowly work relaxation into the tense muscles there. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 12, 2017 3:51:42 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. There was a crawl across his skin at that low purr that came from the man, and a sinking realization in his gut as he realized that the only way he was going to make it through this, make it out of here, was to give in and relinquish control to Dagur. The Berserker chief was intent and clear in his message, he wouldn't give Hiccup the option to escape, all his attempts before had been met with quicker reflexes and more strength, his body was beginning to give up on him, his fight becoming less involved, he was too tired to keep resisting, exhausted from everything that had led to this point. The realization made him sick, it made him ashamed at himself for giving up, for quitting and letting himself be overtaken by him, but he wanted this to be over, and there was only one way that would happen...
"Fine, Dagur." His voice was a hateful growl, "you win. I give up." The words were spat like bitter poison, and he turned his burning eyes on the man, "I don't want this. I will never want this. But I don't have a choice." He didn't respond when he ran his hand down his leg, only tensing and looking conflicted, but he didn't fight this time, "I'll do what you want." He moved his neck when he went for it, grumbling out a rough, displeased noise when he bit along his neck. He closed his eyes, fighting against the rising sick in his gut, "Ha. Your guest." He glared at him, "your victim. You're a terrible host." He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but didn't pull away when he rubbed at his back again, his tense nerves and tenser muscles wouldn't relax, but he was done fighting, he didn't have it in him to fight anymore.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 12, 2017 4:12:07 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature post due to semi-sensual themes He sighed contently at those words, pulling back to look at the defiant man with an unreadable gaze and a smirk. He listened to every word spoken and simply gave a lick to his lips. He had apparently won, and that was something he found very pleasing. He wasn't done just yet, oh no, their fun was just about to begin. It seemed as though the more gentle approach worked best with his little Hiccup, and he was more than willing to spoil his little toy. The words of defiance were only going to get the man so far, but he himself had a few tricks up his sleeve. Many thought that he was completely rough when it came to courting but in fact he could be just as tender as a lamb. After all, it was easy to break a toy not so easy to fix it. He liked keeping his toys in the middle zone of the spectrum, a nice sweet spot that kept them from breaking but also kept them from feeling to spoiled. He simply smirked at his soon to be toy, eyes glinting with satisfaction but also a hint of something else. He didn't think it was love, and lust was only apparent when his eyes got glassy. Perhaps it was simply affection towards the other man, after all he did care for him to an extent, a selfish extent surely. " Then let me rectify my hospitality by spoiling you." He would slowly, ever so slowly, release the boys wrists. He hadn't put enough pressure on them to bruise in the slightest, the realization of just how gentle he had been with the other man coming to light. He would still keep his prey enclosed within his stature, arms coming to the mans sides in order to keep him from escaping with ease. He would then ever so slowly lift his weight off of the others leg, expecting it to have fallen asleep by now. A soft touch would come to the other mans waist, his hand aiming to give it a soft squeeze in command. " Lay on your stomach, I can promise this wont hurt if you relax." He wouldn't wait for any stalling, if the other didn't comply he would forcibly try to turn the other man onto his stomach. Once that was done he would settle himself upon the other mans waist, his hands slowly running up the others back. He would then start to softly rub the other mans back, wanting to slowly relax the muscles beneath. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 12, 2017 4:38:21 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. When he pulled back to look over his face, Hiccup met those eyes with a glare that was fire and acid, he wished looks could kill, he wished he could destroy this man with just the hate in his eyes. But he was unphased by his eyes, by the hatred in them, and that only pissed the Berkian chief off that much more. Nothing worked, nothing made it better, he was at the mercy of a mad man, with no choice but to obey and let him have his filthy way.
Every part of him was screaming to object, to fight back, to do anything, but his will was broken, he felt pathetic and humiliated, he was the man who stood up to death itself and vanquished it, the man who protected his village from disaster after disaster, and he was losing a fight with one, single man. It was a realization that hit him with enough force to stagger him, the fact that he was powerless without the night fury at his side, completely useless. He grit his teeth in a snarl, bearing his teeth, "do what you must." He looked surprised when his wrists were released, thinking for a moment that maybe this would be his chance to fight back...And then do what...He was unarmed and Dagur was still right above him, he was exhausted and weak anyway...He wouldn't get far.
He hissed out a seething response when told to turn onto his back, but obeyed, seeing no other option, "I'm not worried about being hurt." His voice was flat, disturbing to him by just how devoid of feeling it was. He didn't want to feel anything from any of this. He was surprised when he felt the man rubbing along his back, unable to get the benefit of the gesture, his muscles were tight and ready to spring, he wasn't going to change that.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 14, 2017 6:55:05 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature post due to semi-sensual themes There went the heat that he wanted, the rush, all of it seemed to dissipate now that his prey had given up. It made for a pout to come over his features at the boring atmosphere that now took hold. He figured he might as well slowly get his quarry to warm up to him through softer gestures. He rubbed at the other mans back, slowly pressing into the pressure points along his body to forcibly relax the flesh beneath. He was worried that fully massaging the other man while he was so tense would cause damage, and that was something he did not want to happen just yet. He hummed softly, his singing voice not terrible and even bordered on that of good. He didn't quite know what he was humming, but it was a soft and slow tune almost like a lullaby. A lullaby that he had long since forgotten the words to. " There's one last area of our territory that I haven't told you about." The words had sneaked past his lips before he could stop them. He hadn't planned on telling him that part until later, but he figured now was a good a time as any. Seeing as he was slowly letting relaxing movements run through his body and try to affect the one below him it was seeming like it would make for a perfect conversation starter. " I'd let you see it but we have to go by boat, its a tradition thing. You'd like it there." He wouldn't go into to much detail as he gauged how responsive his quarry was. Once again he had slipped back into a moment of sanity, something that happened frequently. It was strange for most, to see him snap between modes depending on what set him off. He never thought anything of it, he simply operated like that and never thought of it as strange. How was someone supposed to think something they'd been doing their whole life be strange? | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 14, 2017 7:20:22 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. He couldn't fight against his body's reactions when the man began hitting the places that would force a reaction, and even he could admit that it felt a bit better than his muscles feeling too sore and tense to more when he did leave this place. His eyes still held a fire that would not burn out, but he was still human, and no one could really fight against their instincts and natural reactions, he could try until it hurt, but in the end that's all it would do...Hurt him. His curiosity was piqued though when he mentioned something he hadn't shared, his voice a bit less guarded and harsh now despite his best efforts to keep the edge in it, "oh yeah? I don't suppose you'll be telling me about it, will you?" There was a sarcastic jab in that, knowing full well how much this man liked to dance around things.
"by boat?" He squinted an eye, though he was sure that he couldn't see the gesture, "well...I'm curious." It was odd to hear such a human tone in the man's voice, devoid of that unhinged ferocity that he sometimes had. It disturbed him, hearing these flashes of sanity, because it made him look at him as less of a wild animal that needed to be avoided and escaped from, and more like one of his fellow humans, more like a man...And Hiccup wasn't sure he liked realizing that, looking at him like that, "I don't understand you..." He let out a sigh through his teeth, "you seem so human sometimes, and then other times you look at me as if you want to flay me in half." He shook his head, eyes set thoughtfully on the window, "you act like you don't want to hurt me...But you still do..." He didn't think he would get any answers for this, but he was mostly musing to himself anyway, "it's hard to see anything your way when your way is always changing." He sunk his head into his arms, letting out a frustrated little sound, he didn't like this train of thought one bit.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 14, 2017 7:45:57 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged Mature Post For Semi-Sensual Themes His efforts went rewarded and he continued rubbing the others back, slowly working into a deeper massage. A low hum escaped his lips as the other man let him into the rhyme and reason to his preys thinking. He blinked, unsure of how he thought either. It was simply something he never gave much thought to. He did end up giving a soft snort of laughter at the sarcasm that dripped so lovingly from the other mans lips. He licked his lips, the sight of the other mans neck more than appetizing. He held off on it for now, knowing he would get his chance before long. For now he had a new issue to address, finally realizing the thing that was making the other so hesitant with him. " My intent has never been to hurt you like that. I wouldn't want to hurt you that horribly, smaller games like with the knives however is fun to me. I'm not a creature of habit, that much I understand." It was really all the sense he could get out of his own head at that point. Unsure of how else to word it, a soft sigh being given at the smell of the fire. He would start working at the knots within the muscle of the others back, letting him bury his head within his arms. He figured now he could actually tell the other of the true Isle Of The Lost. " It's the last isle, the true Isle Of The Lost." He would pause, his hand faltering for a moment before returning to their ministrations. A low swallow was given, his eyes getting a little sharper than before, their glassy look slowly fading. The thought of that particular isle always gave him the shivers, knowing just who was buried there. " Nothing grows there at all, its always covered in frost and in the afternoon it mists over in a fog thick enough to put me on edge. It's a graveyard and a wild dragon roosting ground. There's no easy way there by boat, its done for tradition to show your strength, as if the fact that its a burial ground isn't showing enough strength already." A low snort would be given at that, him not knowing much else about the dragons that roosted there. He wanted to give time for the other to digest the information he had just given him. A low hum escaped his lips and he finally broke, unable to help himself. He would press a soft and almost butterfly like kiss to the back of the others neck, his eyes fluttering in bliss. He would pull away and take a deep breath, continuing with the relaxing motions of his hands. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 14, 2017 8:02:01 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. He didn't answer at first, eyes closed as he chewed on the man's words thoughtfully, he willingly played this man's games, storm or no storm, he could have made a break for the door, but he supposed he'd always been an adrenaline junkie...He mentally shook that train of thought away, chuckling dryly and rolling his eyes, "no kidding, and here I was thinking you were predictable as sheep's wool." His voice dripped with that venomous sarcasm that he was so good at, but when Dagur's tone became less intent, Hiccup noticed, he noticed and he listened.
He distinctly felt the falter in his hands, heard the swallowing, he could feel the discomfort from the man as he waited for him to speak in his own time, it wasn't as if he was going anywhere.
The reason for his discomfort became more clear as he began to explain the isle and what it was for, and though the words were unspoken, Hiccup sensed something in them that brought a serious expression to his face, "afraid of ghosts?" His tone was careful as he spoke, "or maybe it's who's ghost you might find, Dagur." He remembered soft hints, little words that had been a clue in in previous encounters years ago, "I would be afraid too. The dead don't forget, and they're not quick to forgive." He didn't try to hide the accusing tone in his voice, a low and menacing set of words that might have been trying to stir him up more than Hiccup realized, he was much more uncomfortable by these gentle words and soft touches that he would be the rough treatment, "you're really just a coward. Aren't you?" He kept his voice steady and confident, but chuckled with the slightest bit of mock to the sound, "too much of a coward to even fight me fair, Dagur."
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Post by Dagur on Jun 14, 2017 21:05:53 GMT
Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You Dagur ♦ Deranged A low growl escaped his lips at Hiccups words, the spite and venom that dripped from the others lips having struck a small cord. He knew exactly why he didn't like the graveyard, especially since he knew exactly who laid within the frosted ground there. Instead he simply would put on the same act he had been doing for years, the perfected story that he had made for the very questions and digging that the man had done. He swallowed thickly, his hands now coming to grip onto the mans shoulders slightly rough. A shuddering breath was taken, allowing the act to fall upon him far to easily. It was something he had picked up so long ago, the wild adaptability making for any lie to sneak past his lips as if it were the truth. " Its just that I don't like knowing who's buried there. Both my father and mother lay there, hopefully resting peacefully." A deep breath was taken, as if simply admitting that they were dead took a large toll on him. The fact that he knew exactly what was lying and what was truth allowed for such an easy time to make himself believe that he was telling the truth for both. A natural born actor he was, easily taking the role of a still wounded heart as if he were born for it. " Mother was taken by my sister just after she was born. I didn't blame her, both of them barely survived. My father..." He paused, swallowing as if he were shoving down guilt. His hands were fumbling a bit, as if he had completely distracted himself with telling the story. In his mind he was simply going through the motions, this story having escaped his lips more times than he could count. Unlike Hiccups friends he was able to act with very little difficulty, he sounded natural. Well, as natural as he was normally. " We had gone bear hunting but it got the better of us. He shoved me out of the way, I couldn't..." He paused and took a shuddering breath. He said nothing else, allowing the silence to answer what exactly had happened within the made up story. He leaned forward, wanting to rest his forehead against the others back, just between Hiccups shoulder blades. He allowed his expression to remain tight, remorseful, guilty. " He had only been retired for a year before it happened, I tried but...
I couldn't save him" He let the silence hang, taking deep breaths to "calm" himself down. The last part of what he had said just barely sneaking past his lips in a low whisper. It was true, he had lost his mother in that way and he didn't blame his sister. His father however, they had gone bear hunting but dagger wounds could very easily look like claw and bite marks. | Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' | |
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 14, 2017 21:27:13 GMT
My name's Hiccup... The Pride of Berk ...Great name, I know. Interesting. Hiccup was keenly aware of everything the man was saying, that soft growl, every hitch and pause in his speaking, Hiccup could be gullible sometimes, everyone knew that his trust in people tended to make him easy to fool, to pull the wool over his eyes, his trusting nature had been taken advantage of many, many times in the past. But that was then, and even though he still had that flaw, he had no reason to trust Dagur, he'd been given no reason up until this point to trust a word he was saying. So he listened with a careful, dubious ear.
"Peacefully. That is debatable, isn't it? I would never rest peacefully if my death was so violent, or born of betrayal." He chose his words carefully, he was still under this man after all, still without his dagger, which sat a few feet away from him, but if he could shake him up enough...He was itching for a fight, he realized, itching to show Dagur again that he was not just a complacent toy, he was the man who'd conquered every obstacle the world threw at him, "you're father was a good man." His voice was careful, but the bite of accusation stung just beneath, "too good. Too trusting, wasn't he?" He closed his eyes, "too easy." He was playing a dangerous game, he knew this, but he also knew that he had the upper hand in this train of thought, of course he didn't know if Dagur was lying, he could make things worse for himself with these veiled accusations...But it was worth it.
"Retired. That's funny, Dagur." He chuckled softly, eyeing him from where he was laying, "because I recall you using the term 'eliminated' on more than one occasion." He was still eyeing his blade, just out of reach, if he could catch the right moment he could grab it, at least then he wouldn't be unarmed.
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