HazMat Log 005 ♔ The great multicolored north

[anelegantmyth]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Dermaevern, Breakneck Cay and eventually Candy Mountain
When: 5/1-5/31
What: Exploring the north and making Gaius' diet last longer than it should be
Warnings: bore sharks, sugar-free torture, wine that makes you high as balls and our impending doom
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're in the area?

Hazardous Materials' May log of doom! Date your stuff, you all know the drill.

5/1-5/7: Sailing to Dermaevern
5/8-5/15: Dermaevern Shenanigans!
5/16-5/22: Sailing to Breakneck Cay
5/23-5/24: Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to go here?
5/25-5/31: Hunting down Candy Mountain

Comments

[summing_it_up]

[Well. It looks like he'll be sticking around, then. Not that he minds that.]

I'm sure he got hurt in order to protect you. I mean, I do get that not getting hurt would've been the best option for either of you, really. It's no good if the both of you moped over each other.

[Boosting morale. Who would have thought he'd be doing this?]

Everyone's gonna make a mistake at some time or another. I should know.

[anelegantmyth]

[Well that's not a comforting thought at all, Hiccup. She's already worried about surviving the first night. Don't make her worry about your man pains too.

She glances down at his...not really foot.]

How'd it happen?

[summing_it_up]

[Don't worry, it's not that bad. It won't even last that long.]

Basically being the most un-Viking-like runt in a Viking tribe sums it up nicely.

[He doesn't even think about his not-foot.]

[anelegantmyth]

...yeah okay.

[She was hoping for a more in depth story. But she wasn't going to pry if he didn't want to talk about it.]

So this tribe of yours...what's it like?

[summing_it_up]

Loud. Boisterous. Proud of who they are and what they do – which is also known as "The Usual."

But they're good people. They'd do anything to help one another out.

[anelegantmyth]

Okay, but I'm more curious about your culture. What exactly are viking customs? Traditions? Norms? I want to learn everything.

[summing_it_up]

Uh. You do have all the time in the world for that. And I guess I can't easily get out of this one.

[anelegantmyth]

It's good that you understand that. Now come on, you tell me something about your world and I'll tell you something about my world in return?

[summing_it_up]

Okay. Fair enough.

[He scoots up a bit in his seat, resting his hands over his knees.]

I guess I can start off with what's normal. For centuries, we've always been warriors. Everything was brute strength and guts. No room for thinking. You just do. But, as you can plainly see– [A simple flex. Nothing changes.] –not every one of us can embody the idea of a Viking warrior. And up until now, there was only that one concept.

[anelegantmyth]

Fight to survive, I can understand that. I used to study different tribes back home. But please, do go on.

[summing_it_up]

Not only our tribe, but some of the others as well. Except to different extremes. Not sure if that's a good thing, but, you know. We take care of our own.

And then there's the whole thing with the dragons. We've struggled against them for the longest time – and I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but I was the first of my people to fail killing one for the "fame and glory" bit.

Instead, I was the first to fly with Toothless. And thanks to that, we've incorporated the dragons into our daily lives.

[anelegantmyth]

Well I recall you mentioning about dragon killing being a thing with you guys. But I don't really get what you mean by "failed to kill one" and "fame and glory". Is it like a competition with you guys? Who ever bags the biggest one.

[summing_it_up]

It's more for reputation and putting your name out there. While it can get competitive, it's still about recognition. Doesn't matter who you are – everyone will be remembered for doing something extraordinary. Or strange.

[anelegantmyth]

So the more you kill, the more popular you are? Sad. So were you popular back home? I bet you have a girlfriend waiting.

[Nudge nudge.]

[summing_it_up]

Yeah, something like that. Thankfully, that's all over and done with. One less thing to worry about.

[A pause occurs.

He then laughs, albeit weakly, swayed by the nudging. His eyes glance up at the ceiling before rolling down to the wall and floor.]



Girlfriend! Yyyeah, you can say that?? Only just recently, anyway!

[anelegantmyth]

Oh! So you do have a girlfriend?? That's adorable! What's she like? I bet she's super pretty.

[summing_it_up]

[Gods, he can't help but blush a bit.]

Oh, is she. I mean, she is. Very pretty. Blond. With her bangs falling over an eye.

She's tougher than me, stronger than me. More athletic and brash. And she can probably kill someone with a good throw of her axe.



–Basically, she's everything I should've been, but there you go!

[anelegantmyth]

...throw of her axe?

[summing_it_up]

Yeah, she's really good at hurling axes at targets, you don't ever want to get in the middle of that.

[anelegantmyth]

...that's true love right there.

[summing_it_up]

Well, it's more like normal behavior. We just started and it doesn't feel that much different.

[anelegantmyth]

Axe wielding sociopaths are normal? Remind me to never get her angry then. But I do wish you all the joy and happiness and that you may have a fruitful relationship together?

[No seriously, she doesn't know enough about teenage puppy love to comment about it.]

What about your family? Anything interesting there?

[summing_it_up]

It's sort of hard not to, but she'll understand if you mention it to her. Then again, I can get why her patience wears thin – we hang out with a few other Vikings our age annnd sometimes they're not the brightest...

[He shrugs, but he lets that sit as a segue into the next two questions.]

When it comes to family, it's just me and my dad. He's large and in charge...which makes sense, because. He's the chief.

[anelegantmyth]

Oh so you have a girlfriend AND you're village royalty. Who knew our Hiccup was such a badass.

[summing_it_up]

Yeah, yeah. No one ever expects the stick.