[luthyx]

(Playing as Hallgrim)

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The crisp light of dawn shone over Berk.

Long, stretching shadows coiled from the village's many spires and hills, and a thin veil of fog rolled about, bringing with it a morning chill. The village stirred from its slumber as the first few Vikings began to wake and go about their morning duties.

The situation was perfect for Hallgrim. Nobody noticed him slip between the buildings, eyes darting; nobody ever did. He was gangly, a bit scrawny for his age, and altogether far too easy to bribe. It had been only just the previous night when the village's local scourges, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, had approached him with a rather entertaining offer.

They wanted Hallgrim to steal Hiccup's mechanical foot - including the backups - and replace it with a flimsy, dragon nip-laced copy. Ruff and Tuff thought that it would make for a hilarious scene when the foot inevitably broke and drove nearby dragons crazy. They knew that Hallgrim made the perfect thief: he was adept at slinking in shadows and blending in. Hallgrim, on the other hand, wasn't so sure, but they'd promised to put in a good word about him, and he wasn't about to let that opportunity go to waste.

So here he was now: a bagful of clanking prosthetics slung over his shoulder, heart pounding out of his chest, scurrying about in the streets and trying to find an inconspicuous place to dump the bag.

[Hiccup]

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Rare were the nights when the chief actually managed to capture more than a couple of hours worth of sleep, whether it be from forced outside of his control, or the self inflicted long nights toiling over whatever he happened to be working on at the time, there was never a shortage of innovations and improvements to be done, and it was the only time he every got to do what he was really good at anymore, which was certainly NOT being a reliable chief, or those were the thoughts that tended to keep him up on nights where his mind just wouldn't stop working.

This night, however, he'd managed to mostly sleep through, entirely owed to the healthy dose of dragon nip tea that had all but been forced down his throat by his family worried sick that he would work until he collapsed(as he'd done previously. Several times.) And as much as he fought such urging, he still inevitably conceded defeat, and he still inevitably woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed.

Hallgrim's saving grace had been the absence of the Night Fury who normally kept careful vigil over his rider, but Hiccup had urged him to spend the night with Alivia, as the two had become very close as of late, which left no one to alert the completely drugged chief of the thief in the night.

The only thing that made him resist the soothing mix so adamantly was the way it dulled all his senses when he was first waking up, sluggish and groggy until he managed to pull those cobwebs from himself and actually start his day.

When he finally managed to pull himself out of bed, he didn't immediately notice anything was wrong, he had no reason to, because in the moment the leg that he didn't know was faker than the one he normally wore held under his weight(he'd been walking much more gingerly on it as of late, the curse of an overactive lifestyle).

But of course, a prosthetic made nearly entirely of dragon nip under the weight of a young man not quite as scrawny as he used to be, was bound to give eventually, and it was Hiccup's luck that this happened to occur on his way out of his house...The pack of Terrors following concerningly close behind should have been a dead giveaway, really.

He wasn't entirely a stranger to his mechanical foot breaking, that wasn't what alarmed him, what alarmed him was the sudden pack of dragons that has decided to completely and utterly swarm him, "g-get off of me you giant pests!" He pushed at the persistent reptiles as he tried to pull away, and that was when he noticed that the foot was decidedly NOT metal, "oh the gods hate me..." He knew he couldn't call Toothless, who would be useless in this situation, so instead he grabbed the nearest, vaguely crutch-like thing he could find, a shovel in this case, and hauled himself to his remaining foot, ready to find whoever had decided to play wise guy.

[luthyx]

(playing as Hallgrim)

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Hallgrim swore under his breath when he heard the chief lamenting somewhere in the distance. The boy was wedged into an alley, trying to think of a good drop spot.

Where was the place that they'd search last? What was a place too obvious to dump things?

Hallgrim glanced around, biting his lip. He could see a couple of houses, a stable, the forge, a dragon feeder.... wait. The forge! Of course! The twins had asked him to prank the chief, not keep the feet. Glancing to make sure that the coast was clear, Hallgrim darted from one building to another, dropping the legs in a fairly inconspicuous place near one of the forge's walls.

Hallgrim doubted that he was out of trouble yet, though. Now it was just a matter of getting far away enough to not appear suspicious. He heard the chief exclaim something again.

Oh, he was really, really screwed, wasn't he?