dear_mun | oh god i am so out of practice | homeless

What is there to be proud of?

In that one single phrase, a lot, but it's kind of a long story.

Getting ahead of themselves is just what they do.

[SHRUG. As frustrating as he finds it himself, he's...er, trying to learn how to deal with it.]

And unfortunately, we get dragged along for the ride. No matter how much we protest.

It would make things so much better if they listen too. I'm used to stubbornness but this is a different thing entirely.

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But see, listening would get in the way of the getting ahead of themselves. And obviously they can't let that happen.

[Sarcasm, of course. But it's mildly amused sarcasm.]

It's almost like some cruel joke given how stubborn vikings are.

[Especially certain ones...]

Right? Never thought I'd see the day that I'd find someone who might actually be more stubborn than a Viking. And yet...

[Here they are. Stuck with muns with levels of stubbornness he's never even seen.]

Yeeeah...muns are about as good at names as Tuffnut.

[gestures at her own name]

It could be worse, I guess. If it was Tuffnut in charge of names, we could be named after the last thing he ate or found lying around.

Smoked Ell?

Funny shaped rock.

...socks?

All fear the viking queen Socks!

... he would name someone Socks.

[That's kind of the horrifying thing about Tuffnut.]

And then they'd get kidnapped by trolls.

And Hiccup would be all "I have to do something!" And fly off while his dad yells.

I'm not so sure how effective dragons are against trolls.

There aren't that many problems we can't solve with dragon fire and explosions.

True, but we never faced trolls before.

Never faced a giant dragon that ate other dragons and was bigger then the whole village before either.

And what solved that problem? Fire~

But not before causing some problems first.

[Not to mention taking out someone's foot but--]

If you're feeling adventurous to go fight trolls though, I won't stop you.

[How did she get into this conversation with one of the twins. Well, at least it's not the weirder twin.]

Actually, mun just reminded me the game Hiccup and I are in have lots of trolls for fighting...only one dragon though.

And she talks!

But do they steal socks?

Nope, mostly spotlights.

[Somewhere there's a rimshot playing]

...and one of them steals numbers.

My last one was boobhat. [Breathes in a deep breath and lets it out.] Yeah.

[He points up.]

Not minding this one as much. It has a nice edge of triumph, y'know? [His voice is very wry.] Acknowledgement of how far I've come and how much less concave my chest is compared to how it was in years past.

Speaking of names Tuffnut could have a hand in... though that's consistent with your luck.

[... Hiccup, who are you trying to impress. S-hrug.]

How far you've come? I see no difference.

[It's fair to think he tussled with puberty and came out the victor, right? He deflates just slightly and pokes at his chest. Come on, he's grown close to a foot and filled out at least a little right, right? Riiight?]

Thank you for that bracing jolt to the ol' self esteem.

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[You're not going to get her to compliment you that easily, silly, but fine, okay, she'll pretend to think about this.]

Weeeeell, okay, maybe a little difference.

Thank you.

[He lifts up one of his armor flaps from his arms and flexes.]

Eh? Eh? Look, that's almost a muscle. I now have proof that things other than skin are actually attached to my bones.

[So proud of that little not-bone bump. So proud.]

Wow, you're right! How did I absolutely miss that before?

Yeah, you know what, if I squint hard enough, there's a little bit of a built up on the chest, like you said!

Right--

[-- she might have raised a hand to admire said newly formed body improvements.]

-- here!

[Oops, no, wait, she just pushed the button to activate the fin again.]

[Pop goes the fin and he throws his head back to look upward, as if beseeching the gods for strength.]

Walked right into that one.

[He starts laughing as he goes to wind it back up again.]

Yooou are going to regret that some day. One day, it'll break and the spring will just pop out and go sproingoing right at your nose.

[Which he boops with a finger.]

After all that abuse and misery, it will have its revenge!

[That never gets old. She's just going to nod her head in amusement, laughing with that nose boop.]

Mhm, I'm sure Thor's going to bring down his wrath on me. Though it's your wing suit, if something goes wrong with its calibration thing or whatever, it'd be your fault, not mine!

All the upkeep in the world isn't going to help if you keep abusing your poking privileges.

Come on, Astrid, it's not even like your opportunities are limited. There's my nose - prime poking material there. My sides are on the ticklish side - so you have these whole regions, on both sides, that you can work with.

[He gestures to each of his sides with his hand, as if putting them on display.]

The belly button. Hard to find under all the leather but hey, there you go, that's an adventure, right?

[He waves his hand around, gesturing to the whole of him.]

There's a whole lot more going on than just this.

[He holds his finger over the mechanism, somewhat unwisely. Namely because if Astrid moves quick enough she can poke it again by pushing his finger into it this time.]

[Her shoulders will shrug again as if almost in defeat.]

Oh, I'm well aware of what my options are! There's just something fun about the surprise that comes with that particular one...

-- like that!

[Viking reflexes are clearly best suited for poking your boyfriend, and her hand darts out to push his finger into it. Bad move.]

[Sproing. And with his own finger this time. He can't help but laugh riotously at her audacity, a deep belly laugh that he gets his whole body into. His shoulders are even doing that thing they do, independent of him talking.]

You know what? I give up. I'm just going to leave it out all the time so everyone thinks I'm a very odd-looking dragon or a very large, creepy-looking fish with a face and not only will all poking-the-button privileges be revoked for the foreseeable future, you'll also have to live with the reputation you have a boyfriend who's a fish-man.

[Overwhelmed by the warm bubbles fizzling up in his chest, he snakes a hand around her waist but instead of pulling her in close, he uses it to pull himself closer.]

C'mere, you.

[He just hovers there in her orbit, arm around her waist. He likes his occasional moments of being the assertive one and yanking her to him - who doesn't want to be swept up in the arms of the person they care about every now and again? He knows that she likes it sometimes, when he makes it clear exactly how much he loves having her close.

But most of the time, his gestures to her are more subtle and gentle and involve him gravitating towards her instead, practically throwing himself into her orbit, without doing anything more than that. In some ways it's more intimate, a nonverbal way of saying 'I'm yours. I'm right here and I'm yours.' She can choose to kiss him or shove him away or pull him closer and he likes nudging close so she knows he wants to show affection but is otherwise leaving that choice to her.

His forehead just barely brushes against hers and right now he just hovers there in front of her, smiling. Then he puckers his cheeks and makes fish lips at her.]

See? I'll completely play it up.

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[It's that laugh that's so infectious about him that gets her laughing too, mixed with the amusement of that fin popping up. When he just starts, she inevitably follows after him, until they're both just laughing and it's something she's gotten used to over the years.

The sudden movement does elicit a surprised squeak from her in the middle of chuckling, though if there's anyone out there on Berk who can catch Astrid Hofferson by surprise (may it be suddenly picking her up by dragon or by little things like this) it would be Hiccup.

She lets her laughter die down a little as she grins up at him with amusement, letting him drift close himself, and any other day she can shove him away. But once in a while it's nice to just admire that yes, he did grow, he's a few good inches taller than her now. And through the years she learned to appreciate and memorize the details of his face, from messy helmet hair, pokeable nose, all the way down to the stubble on his chin and the tiny little scar on his jaw.

Which gets slightly marred when he does the fish lips and gets her laughing again. She plants her palms at the sides of his face instead, possibly encouraging that fish face but at the same time showing him that this is not a Shoving Away day.]

So, what then? Do we start calling you Fishcup now?

[He loves making her laugh. Loves it. And after she squeezes his face, he stops making silly faces and leans into her touch.]

No need to! My name's Hiccup Haddock, remember? In fact, maybe I've been a fish-man all along.

[No more fish faces now, though. He leans in even closer, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling one of those soft, tender smiles he fires off in her direction. His free hand joins his other hand around her waist.]

No, because if you being a fish-man really was the case, the dragons would have eaten you long ago. Especially Toothless.

[And where would they be then. Her hands exert less force on his cheeks, cradling his face instead. His silliness is the only silliness she's got time for. And boy, does she love it. She lets out one final breathy laugh, shaking her head in amusement.]

Guess that just leaves the other option then. Odd looking dragon it is.

[Her eyes take in his face again, and she lets her grin melt into a smile as she bumps her nose very briefly against his.]

I wonder if it's been tamed yet...

[He matches her nose bump with one of his own. A little nose nuzzle, as it were.

There are so many dragon-riding jokes he could go for here. So many. But he's not Tuffnut. And he's definitely not ruining the moment by giving her reason to punch him, even if he sometimes gets a laugh out of giving her reasons to.]

You - as in you specifically, not just anyone - are certainly welcome to try.

[As if she needs to when he's already practically eating out of her palm.]

Could take a lot of work though. I'm the kind of dragon that needs lots of affection to really bond with someone, you know? I'm fine on the raw fish, you don't have to worry about that, but hugs, occasional pets on the head...

[You make one dragon-riding joke, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, and that button will need extensive repairing when her fist collides against it. But Astrid is thankfully not a mind reader, just patiently listening to him as if he's merely just explaining a new species he encountered. Which isn't far from the ridiculous truth right now.]

Hm. Sounds like this new Hiccup-species is a challenge. I'll take a whack at it. Let's see... hugs, head pats...

[Her grin comes back as her words drift off. Sounds lacking.]

... is that all though?

Unconventional, I know, but one of these wouldn't be remiss as an example of trust and cooperation.

[He puckered his lips. Then, for just a moment, he sucked in his cheeks to do the fish lips again.]

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[... on second thought, today might be a Shoving Away day. She bursts out laughing at that again. Her hands tilts his face, fish lips and all to the side so she doesn't have to keep looking at it.]

Hiccup! Alright, maybe I should just leave it to the others. Fishlegs, Snotlout perhaps, one of the twins... I already got another dragon I'm taking care of.

No, I think that'd just start another war, to be perfectly honest. Dragons against Vikings, burning buildings, sheep getting carried off.

Really, you're the only one talented enough to bring peace to our world.

If I'm the only hope left to Vikings, we're all doomed, because I'm not the dragon messiah. I used to be the take-it-down-with-an-axe-and-then-lop-its-head-off kind of girl, remember?

[She still is, only this time, less dragons involved.]

First of all, "dragon messiah"? What is that?

Second of all, you're one of the best dragon riders on all of Berk, queen of the dragon races.

[He leans close again, rubbing the side of his face against hers. Yes, that's a nuzzle, deal with it.

His body language makes it look as if he wants to just melt against her. That is some 'I want to cuddle' body language there. It's practically nonverbal begging for a kiss or a hug.]

Trust me, you've got this one well in hand.

Edited 2014-06-21 08:06 (UTC)

[Apparently Nadders aren't the only one who likes their vanity catered to. She lets out a resigned and amused sigh, already on the edge of another laugh when he nuzzles her. That stubble tickles sometimes. But she brings up her arms around his shoulders, one hand going around to tug at one of his braids. Hm. She should add more of those sometime.]

Queen of races sound nice. I'll take it. Fine, I'll take the job.

[He sure is persuasive.]

[he can be, can't he? He presses a soft kiss to her cheek, then another to the line of her jaw.]

[The good thing about wearing sunglasses ~~at night~~ is that it is easy to still look pretty nonchalant even when the corner of one's mouth is quirking into a contained smirk.]

Yeah, Mundane, I mean, it's not like cute dragon-riding chicks aren't badass or anything. There's totally no reason to get ahead of yourself.

[But no, seriously...]

Anyway, trust me on this when I say that there were probably half a dozen shittier names that your mun could have settled on. I'm talking names so shitty that they're practically crusted to the bottom of the port-o-john and it's probably going to take a nuclear bomb just to start chipping it away. It's like, oh my god I do not know what these people were eating but, holy hell, someone needs to get the CDC the fuck in here STAT.

So... There's that to be thankful for, I guess.

[... you know, Dave, for someone who time travels a lot, you could have at least the tact to realize that was just a load of what you just dumped on said dragon riding viking babe who is clearly years behind you but hey she at least understood you called her cute and badass. And no, the mundane is not explaining your irony to the poor young woman, so.]

Uh, thanks... I think?

... from the way you described it, I don't think I'm so eager to find out what kind of names those are though.

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