Giving in and voicetesting sob

[thepowerof]

Lady Mundane, I do not understand. What is the purpose of this realm? For what reason must you test your voice?

... Ah, a thousand pardons. However I see no reason for you to test my voice, either. You already have the Man of Iron as a companion and I have other battles to fight. Back home. Battles for which I need my voice. I cannot spare it for such trivial matters as playing with dinner.

[Even if Thor really doesn't see what playing with rolls has to do with the voice]

Allow me to pass, and we shall speak on this another time.

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[growbug]

[That's Francis' job. Pyn is doomed to date a time traveller or a space alien or something weird like that, and love it.]

No, no no no--a robot is a machine. Do you know what a--you have dragons!?

[O M G]

[mostofhim]

A machine? Something mechanical, then, like the net-thrower I built?

[ Hiccup grins a bit then, because he knows exactly how awesome his life is, sometimes. ] Yep. We ride them.

[growbug]

Ohmygosh.

[Pym is breathless and starry-eyed.]

Now robots just sound dumb. But sure, like your net thrower--oh, jeez, do your dragons breathe fire? Can they talk? What do they eat? Can I have one?!

[mostofhim]

[ Hiccup laughs and walks closer to ruffle Pym's hair. WHY DOES HIS FOOT SQUEAK? It's spring-loaded, is the answer. ]

Wow, are you full of questions. Okay... yes, they breathe fire. No, they can't talk, but they are intelligent and find ways to communicate anyway. They eat pretty much everything except eels. And I don't think that'd be a good idea unless you came to live with us. It'd get lonely for its family. We don't really keep them, they just stay with us.

[growbug]

[Pym is getting a little old for hair ruffling, but this guy rides a dragon. He can ruffle Pym's hair forever.]

You have to ask questions for science! [Bear witness to the spawn of Tony Stark, Janet van Dyne, and Hank Pym.] AndI understand, I'd be really lonely without my family, but they sound so awesome--

[It occurs to him to look at Hiccup's feet, and he promptly flails even more:] You're a cyborg who rides a dragon?

[Of the nine people he's ever met, including you and Thor, you, Hiccup, are by far the coolest.]

[mostofhim]

Hey, you never know, these muns do weird things to time and space. You could come visit sometime, maybe, then you'd get to see them for a while, anyway.

[ Hiccup follows Pym's line of sight, and then raises an eyebrow, and also his peg-like, spring-loaded "foot". ] Uh... I'm not sure what a cyborg is. It's just my foot. ...Well, sort of. It's kind of a long story.

[ That is actually quite awesome, to Hiccup. He's still not entirely used to people, y'know, liking him, let alone thinking he's cool. ]

[growbug]

That would be so great--I'd show you my world, but it's full of evil robots and no dragons.

But! [Pym suddenly shrinks to go fly around Hiccup's leg, 'cause it ain't like that's weird at all.] Now I can explain a robot--it's like you with your mechanical leg, except it's their whole body! Even their brain! And they don't start off as people, they come as robots. So you're part robot already!

[Likewise, Pym is used to being threatened with smiting. This is a beautiful friendship.]

[mostofhim]

Woah! [ Hiccup jumps a little and almost loses his balance when Pym shrinks like that, but doesn't quite, and holds very very still as he flies around his leg ] Okay, that you're going to have to explain, too. You can't do that with machines.

[ Hiccup takes a moment to try to wrap his head around people who are just machines, and have machine brains. ] Okay, I... sort of think I can understand a person-shaped thing built like that, but... how do you build a brain out of gears and springs and stuff?