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Post by Alvin the Treacherous on Oct 18, 2011 1:06:42 GMT -5
Too caught up in his own gloating to himself that he had succeeded in injuring Hiccup, Alvin didn't see Astrid's attacks coming. One blow from the axe followed by the kicks was enough to both injure Alvin and knock him away from Hiccup. He fell to the ground, seething in pain as a few injuries began to form from the axe striking him in the side at least a couple of times, but that didn't stop him from glaring up at Astrid. ...Okay, so it wasn't really foul play on her part. He had struck Hiccup without much warning, too, so it was only fair that he be struck without warning. "'My' Hiccup or not, he's still Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. That's more than enough reason for me to want him dead." Alvin growled.
It was almost a bit of a shame that Astrid apparently wasn't from the same Berk as 'his' Hiccup. It would have been interesting to see how she, Camicazi, and Hiccup all fought together. ...Okay, throw Fishlegs in there too even though Alvin knew the boy that resembled a spindly little bean pole wasn't much of a fighter. Fishlegs, that is. Disregarding those thoughts, Alvin staggered to his feet and raised his blade into the air. Astrid wanted a fight? She would have one. Actually, Alvin was much more satisfied this way. He was getting a fight out of it and he had gotten the chance to injure Hiccup.
At the mention of Toothless breathing fire, not unlike the dragons Alvin himself was familiar with, a look of dread crossed the formerly handsome man's face. He lacked his fire protective suit. It was what had saved him from burning up inside the Fire-Dragon (apart from his nose, which had melted off), but now that he lacked it he had no defense against a dragon's fire. The sheer fact that he knew nothing about Night Furies made it all the more dangerous. "Wonderful." he grumbled. He should have known better than to make a dragon angry over injuring his (or her) rider.
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Post by Astrid on Oct 18, 2011 21:29:22 GMT -5
Astrid smiled a pleased smile as she saw her axe's force as well as those of her booted leg strike the Treacherous viking. She couldn't help but have a smile dance in her eyes as well, breaking in between the bits of aroused fire in her blue orbs. Astrid's eyes only narrowed, showing her challenge for Alvin to dare strike her with his blade. "No. If there's anyone in Berk who can even threaten this scrawny red-head with death, it's me." Maybe she was a bit possessive, but she didn't think Hiccup had any room to complain, seeing as it was helping save his life at the moment.
Astrid swung her axe, twisting her hips so that more force would propel the blade harder. It was a simple swinging motion, meant to cause bodily harm or induce a block from Alvin's sword. Following up with the momentum, Astrid swung the axe over her head, and attempted to bring it down on Alvin or his blade. Sure it left her open for attack, but at that moment Astrid was ready for a fight. Talking time was over, she wanted blood, and more specifically, Alvin's blood. The look of dread on his face as she mention Toothless's fire breathing abilities only strengthened her resolve of inflicting as much damage on this viking as possible.
She wanted to draw him away from Hiccup, who still probably lay on the ground, before she really heated things up. She was thankful that her opponent had a mere sword instead of some lager, grander technology. "Absolutely wonderful, Alvin." she sneered, advancing a step forward. "You picked the wrong Hiccup to mess with." She snarled once more, cocking her axe back for another swing.
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Post by Alvin the Treacherous on Oct 18, 2011 21:43:02 GMT -5
Alvin moved his sword at just the right time, blocking Astrid's blow in the process, but the impact of metal against metal sent a strong tremor through his body. It was a rare moment in which he wished his sword fighting hand hadn't been his right hand, the hand that had been chopped off when he had initially been trying to find Grimbeard's Stormblade, so that that wouldn't have happened. As it was, though, Alvin had to deal with it as he moved the Stormblade away and took a step back while trying to shake off the tremor. It must have looked absolutely amusing, his appearing to shake just because Astrid's axe had struck the Stormblade with enough force, but that didn't matter. He was going to keep fighting whether they liked it or not. "Like it or not, he's my enemy. I'm the only one that has any right to kill him." Alvin stated firmly.
"If... if neither of you minds, I'd prefer if... neither of you threatened me." came the weak, already dazed sounding voice of Hiccup. Dizzy. Pain. The world was spinning from Hiccup's point of view. Why wouldn't Alvin and Astrid stop spinning? Weren't they getting dizzy? The only thing keeping Hiccup conscious at that moment was the desire to see Astrid kick this creep's ass. That, and the desire to get the stupid package to Naveen. By that point it was likely their leader thought he had been eaten by a tree or something.
"Shut up, Hiccup." Alvin growled. He'd begun to stalk around Astrid, much like a predator, and was keeping an eye on her with his good eye in case she decided to strike when he least expected it. He was expecting the blonde teen to be quick in battle. He didn't doubt she would be able to try and block his attack. "I expect nothing but an exhilarating fight from you, Astrid." he said. When he thought she would least expect it, when he happened to have stopped near her left side, Alvin made his move and attempted to slash her.
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Post by Astrid on Oct 18, 2011 23:09:47 GMT -5
"No. He's not your enemy, the other Hiccup is." Astrid snapped, a smile setting in on her pursed lips as she saw the other viking vibrate slightly as her axe made contact with his own sword. "Now Hiccup, shut up before I 'accidentally' drop my axe." Astrid hissed in response to Hiccup's request. She was in no mood to grant the teen anything at the moment, it was his own stupidity that had gotten him in the mess in the first place. By now, she was matching Alvin's steps, she couldn't circle her opponent. Her back was to Hiccup, making a steady circle so Alvin could make no advance against the scrawny teen.
And than Alvin made an unexpected move, slashing out with her with his sword. She moved her ace handle to catch the blade, but it seemed to only slow or mis-direct it but the edge caught her left side. She felt the blood catch her flesh and make a precise slice the way only knives and swords could do. Anger flashed through her blood stream, adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream.
"And you'll get one." Astrid growled, swinging her axe in a precise cut through the air. Twisting herself so that she followed her weapon's momentum, Astrid continued to swing and twirl through the air. Astrid was unable to make large advances, for they'd leave Hiccup vulnerable. Astrid through her right foot out towards Alvin after following through with her own momentum. Her hair was whipping back and forth over her shoulder, and the blonde was thankful it was tied in a braid, even if said braid was sloppy. The blonde was slowly catching on to more of Alvin's weaknesses, seeing as his one good eye had to work for the loss of the other. That meant he'd have to pay more attention to what was attacking him more directly, he might not have to to pay attention to a second attack on his other side.
Astrid decided to test her theory. Swinging her axe another time, this time aiming a little higher, stepping a little higher, Astrid pulled off a rather stupid move. Hoping the head of her axe edging so close to Alvin that's he'd be distracted enough, as her body twisted with the axe, she forced the handle of the axe towards Alvin's chest. It wasn't as crazy one of Hiccup's suicidal plans, which was either very good, or very bad.
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Post by Alvin the Treacherous on Oct 18, 2011 23:24:16 GMT -5
Just as expected Alvin had only been able to focus on the fact that the axe head had been particularly close to him. He'd weaved out of the way, barely avoiding being cut by the sharp blade of the axe, but the second attack came as a complete surprise to the outcast Viking. The axe handle rammed into his chest, knocking the wind out of him, and forced Alvin to involuntarily step back to regain his footing and breathing. He was grimacing outwardly and inwardly at the fact that he had even allowed that to happen. If he still had both of his eyes, that wouldn't have happened. He did reflect, though, that the attack seemed like the sort of strategy Camicazi would pull off. Reckless, but effective.
"Not... bad." he wheezed. Alvin still remained on the defensive at least partially, holding the Stormblade out in front of him so that he could at least defend himself somewhat while he tried to regain his breath. "That... almost seemed like something Camicazi would have pulled off." he smirked. He had seen the hint of jealousy in Astrid's eyes when he had mentioned her before. Alvin wondered what sort of effect comparing the two girls would have.
Admittedly, Alvin was fairly surprised that Toothless hadn't jumped in to protect Hiccup. Alvin doubted that this Toothless and the Toothless he knew were too alike in personality. If what Hiccup had said was true, this Toothless must have been undoubtedly loyal to his rider. Those thoughts vanished when he remembered the fight at hand. He had taken so much time to regain his breath that he had left himself open to another attack.
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Post by toothless on Oct 23, 2011 17:11:29 GMT -5
It took the dragon a bit to finally react to Alvin. Originally, he believed that Astrid had everything under control. But the more Toothless thought about it, the more he believed he should go help Hiccup. Instantly, the Night Fury leaped to Hiccup, using himself as a shield for further injuries. Toothless didn't want Hiccup to get attacked anymore. It appeared that Astrid had things under control, the dragon's pale lime eyes bouncing back and forth from Astrid to Alvin, pupils still in slit form.
An opportunity to attack struck. Leave it all to Astrid, or lend a hand. Toothless searched his mind for reasoning to help and to not. Pride for Astrid to defeat someone if he didn't. Revenge for hurting Hiccup if he did. Both weren't the best of reasons, but they were reasons. Toothless decided on the latter, to help out to redeem Hiccup after getting attacked. He could leave more attack space for the viking girl as long as he didn't kill Alvin. Toothless wanted him to live, perhaps to use as a punching bag of all things.
So the dragon attempted to spit fire at Alvin the Treacherous, hoping to at least injure him long enough for Astrid to attack.
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Post by Alvin the Treacherous on Oct 23, 2011 23:50:43 GMT -5
In all actuality, there really was nothing Alvin could have done to avoid the attack. Winded by Astrid's attack and effectively stunned for the moment, Alvin didn't even see the fire coming his way. His single eye widened in horror when he finally took notice of the fireball heading his way and, ultimately, could do nothing to stop himself from being hit completely. Alvin had tried to stagger to the side, to try and avoid becoming a completely roasted Alvin the Treacherous, but it hadn't done much to keep himself from being lit on fire. It was at that moment that one thing became readily apparent to Alvin; Night Furies never miss. It was his own fault for letting Astrid strike him in such a way that he would be left trying to catch his breath, but he had been hit by the Night Fury's fire. Once again Alvin found himself wishing for the comfort of his fire-proof suit. Without it... well... what was happening to him was unable to be prevented.
Not even Hiccup expected the cry that escaped Alvin as fire began to engulf him. Hiccup vaguely peaked out from behind Toothless' shield of a body, but only for a moment, and watched as Alvin attempted to put himself out. It was really quite comical, all things considered. With only one hand to his name, Alvin was desperately trying to smother the flames by patting himself down as rapidly as he possibly could. The end result was simple enough. Alvin dropped to the ground, much like Hiccup had when he had been struck down, and began to try and put the flames out by rolling them out.
After what must have been a few tense moments for Alvin, the flames seemed to subside, His cloak appeared to have taken the brunt of the flames, but fresh burns were evident on Alvin's exposed portions of his body. The wooden wedge nose he had seemed to have suffered as well, as it appeared partially blackened from a leftover flame. Alvin, of course, realized he had left himself open to another attack from Astrid. He'd have been foolish to not realize that much. But he had saved himself from burning to death. That, of course, was a plus in the otherwise dark realization that he was probably going to be attacked momentarily.
From behind Toothless, Hiccup couldn't help but give a weak laugh as Alvin's spectacle came to an end. Sure the mutilated man before them was some kind of crazy, but Hiccup couldn't say that he didn't deserve what had hit him. Watching Alvin roll around on the ground like an idiot trying to put out the flames on his body had been hilarious. "Nice one... Toothless..." Hiccup murmured. Of course. He was still fighting against fainting. He couldn't faint. He simply wouldn't allow himself to do so. He wanted to see what became of Alvin.
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Post by Astrid on Oct 24, 2011 16:55:19 GMT -5
Astrid felt the heat of the flames coming towards her before even turning. She'd heard the sharp intake of breath as Toothless opened his mouth to shoot out the hot, bluish, ball of accurate fire. She could have hugged the black brute there and than. To soon thoughts though, as Astrid had to lean back on her heels and stagger a step back as the hot flames zoomed past her. She felt the hair on her arms and part of the hair on her head singe, even worse, she smelt it. Atleast the Alvin freak had no hair, it would have been the worst smell ever. Astrid gave a disapproving look at Alvin. The tips of part of the spikes on her shoulder pads had been dulled and slightly melted. She didn't blame Toothless. She blamed Alvin.
Astrid seemed to make a growling noise in the back of her throat as she ran over to Alvin and threw out her right foot, aiming a kick at the fallen Alvin's chest. She stored the comical scene of the ugly man rolling on the ground in her mind for later. Right now she was on viking mode, brutal, brutal, viking mode. Most people might have pitied Alvin, new burns over his body, his clothes burned and black, painful blisters on his exposed skin. Not Astrid. She attacked mercilessly again, throwing another kick at Alvin's side, a grim smile on her lips.
"That's for being a completely cocky, misinformed, *Insert horrible viking name here*" Astrid hissed, going for another kick. Than Astrid released the handle of her heavy axe, letting her hand brush the wood as it slid down, hoping to use a move she'd used before on another collapsed viking. She let her hand grip the handle tightly, not wanting to seem to cocky herself and lose her axe in the process. "And that's for everything else."
Astrid peered over her shoulder, worry set deep behind the rage in her blue eyes hearing Hiccup's strained voice. She'd have to rush him to the HQ when this was over... well she wouldn't, Toothless would. She knew how to ride dragons, she didn't know how to ride Toothless, working the contraption that moved Toothless's tail fin would be hard without any help from the maker and rider himself. Flying would be the fastest way back, unless Night Furies had an amazing ability to run as fast on four legs.
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Post by Hiccup on Oct 24, 2011 19:05:38 GMT -5
Seething in pain from the fresh burns he had obtained, Alvin allowed himself to be kicked repeatedly. He should have seen that coming. Dragons were known for their fire breathing. Why he had not thought to bring his fire-proof suit along was beyond him. But it was too late to do anything about it. He'd been beaten. Temporarily so, but beaten nonetheless. The final blow from Astrid's axe handle caused him to cringe. It had hit a tender place on his body, and that was enough to bring very subtle tears of pain to his single eye. Were he not in so much pain from the burns, he probably would have lashed the Stormblade out at her to exact some kind of revenge. However, Alvin didn't do that. He just lay there in pain, silently contemplating what he would tell Eris when he returned to the assassin headquarters.
Hiccup continued to watch the spectacle, but by that point he had become a bit more dazed. He forced himself to sit up so that he wouldn't pass out right then and there, feeling himself grow just a bit nauseous from the sudden upward movement, and leaned against Toothless for support. That had been a quick way to end the skirmish. To top it off Astrid had done her signature disgruntled tactic, finishing it with a move he remembered not so fondly from when she had first discovered Toothless. Hiccup was tempted to ask if Alvin had died, but the subtle up and down movement of the ugly outcast assassin's chest gave that answer away. He was still alive.
Great. Now I've got a crazy person after me.
Subconsciously, Hiccup went back to his vest pocket and checked to make sure the package was still there. Fortunately, it was still there and in one piece. Naveen would be pleased. He'd better be, for all this trouble this stupid thing's given us. he thought bitterly. Hiccup was beginning to feel just a tiny bit less dazed, but he knew he wasn't in good shape at that moment. One slash had cost him quite a bit of blood. He would definitely need to be taken to get fixed up once they gave the package to Naveen. Hiccup didn't have to look himself over to know that he was sticky with his own blood.
"...Well, that was fun." Hiccup deadpanned. Oh, he could just imagine how Astrid would respond to that. She'd probably chew him out for being stupid enough to let himself be attacked. He was surprised Toothless hadn't smacked him with his tail or something for that same fact. ...Maybe Hiccup was just being paranoid about what his two companions would do as a result of what had happened. The fight was over though, right? They could go back to the agency and he could rest and forget all about Alvin until he showed up again at a later date, right?
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Post by Astrid on Oct 24, 2011 21:40:46 GMT -5
Astrid placed a booted foot near Alvin's blade a small tear slid from his cheek. She could have killed him. She could have delivered a swift blow from her axe, slicing his head clean off. But not. That was his job. He was the assassin. She knew she'd regret it later, later when he went for Hiccup again, but she couldn't bring herself to actually deliver the blow. Astrid knelt down to where Alvin could hear her low, hissed whisper. "Remember this. Because if you go after MY Hiccup again, this is how you'll end up. But you'll be missing a next time I get my axe on you." Astrid moved to stand upright, spitting at the ground by Alvin, a last act of contempt. Swiveling on her heel, Astrid made for Hiccup. He'd lost a lot of blood. Way to much blood for her liking.
Astrid, moved to kneel beside Hiccup. Oh dear gods how was she supposed to stop the wretched bleeding?? Astrid looked at the bottom of her shirt. She could spare it, after all it was a thick fiber shirt, it could stem the blood from Hiccup's wound for a little while right? He was starting to look out of it. The blonde bit her lip and clenched her hand in a fist around the bottom of her shirt to refrain from screeching at Hiccup or smacking him. Astrid tugged hard at the bottom of her top, tear a jagged line of fabric from the shirt, turning into a pad with some clever folding, and placing it on Hiccup's chest. Of course the red head left the pressure to her. He couldn't have once at least thought off trying to apply some pressure? Just a tinsy bit?
That was already to much to expect from the teen, she knew it. "Hey Hiccup... try not to faint on me?" It was a simple enough request right? Than again, with Hiccup, you never know. She tried to get an arm around him, onto his back as she slowly tried to apply more pressure on the wound to his chest. Dear gods he was stupid.
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Post by Hiccup on Oct 24, 2011 22:03:15 GMT -5
Had Hiccup not been so dazed at the moment, or just out of it from being slashed as he had been, he probably would have tried applying some pressure of his own. As it was, though, his mind had been more on the fact that he had let himself be attacked by Alvin than it was on trying to remedy that problem. He just nodded subtly in response to her request. He couldn't make any promises, but he would try to keep from passing out at least until after he got to Naveen. Naveen was lucky that Hiccup had been injured, otherwise the redhead would seriously be contemplating trying to attack him for sending him so far out of the way for such a small package. "Don't worry, I have more important things to do than... pass out. I have to give Naveen a piece of my mind first." Hiccup gave a half-hearted laugh as he finished speaking. In his state he'd be lucky if he could give half the rant he wanted to.
"All this trouble..." Hiccup had wanted to say more, namely about how he thought he was just an errand boy at that point, but stopped himself. Talking wasn't going to make his situation any better. What was the point in wasting energy he needed at the moment for recovering by talking? That, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep focused on staying conscious. If he was aware of just how doofy he looked at that moment, despite being covered to some degree in his own blood, he wasn't making any signs of being aware. No, Hiccup just looked ridiculous... on top of being hurt. He agreed with Astrid's silent sentiments. He was an idiot.
But you kept the stupid package safe.
This was true. He had kept Naveen's precious (though whether or not it was actually precious had yet to be determined) package from being intercepted by Alvin. If he didn't know any better, he would have said the outcast Viking didn't even know he had it. Hiccup was lucky in that regard. Whatever it was, Naveen probably wouldn't have liked it if the package had been taken from him. Hell, he probably wouldn't be too happy with the fact that Hiccup had been attacked on what was supposed to be a simple errand. ...Well, as simple as meeting someone so far from the agency and stupidly going back through the slums instead of going to the subway (wherever that was) could really be. Hiccup was extremely lucky that Astrid had apparently been tailing him. Alvin probably would have killed him if he had been given the chance, and if Hiccup had been on his own.
"Let's just... get back before... Naveen starts to assume I got... eaten by a tree." yep, Hiccup was a bit out of it at that moment in time. Blood loss would do that to a Viking that wasn't exactly great at taking large doses of pain. That much was surprising, given how he had lost a limb. Regardless, Hiccup just wanted to get back to the agency. Did he particularly care if he came stumbling back through the agency doors looking like he had gotten himself into a fight and lost? Not especially. Leave it to Hiccup to at least make that much difficult to Astrid and Toothless. It would be better if he just laid still for a time so they could at least stop the bleeding. The desire to complete the stupid mission, however, was urging him to just leave the slums before something else stupid happened.
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Post by Astrid on Oct 24, 2011 23:34:09 GMT -5
Astrid smiled, and laughed lightly, maybe it was the excitement of victory and the relief that Hiccup hadn't died from blood loss? She nodded her head to go along with Hiccup, trying to support him and keep him upright, hand on his chest, applying more pressure as a warm liquid ran over her hands. Its Hiccup's blood. But it's not bad. It's fine, he'll be ok, just a bit dizzy. Her mind thought calmly and Astrid nodded inwardly, yet still didn't look down to her hand. "Don't worry, Naveen's got a lot to worry about. Two very irritated viking teenagers are going to be filing into his office very soon." She smirked, if Naveen thought Hiccup's rant would be the worst of it, he was sorely mistaken.
Worry flashed in Astrid's eyes, Hiccup seemed out of it. Sort of like given a mix of laughing gas and well... blood loss. Doofy in a scary way. Ridiculous in an 'oh shiznits, he's not gonna collapse is he?' kind of way. But he was conscious, and chattering his little head off right now. At least he didn't go into an angry rant right away or she'd have to make him shut up before he used up to much air angrily shouting out.
"Ha, I'd pity the tree that would try to eat you on my watch." Astrid smiled, started to roll onto the balls of her feet, ready to help prop up Hiccup. She quickly rolled back on her heels though. It probably wasn't best to pick him up either though. She should have spent some time learning more medic skills when the dragons became the allies of Berk... but Astrid being Astrid, she hadn't. She was cursing herself for it now. Astrid, sighed again. Now what was she going to do with him? She shook her head and brushed her lips lightly on Hiccup's cheek. Even though he'd sustained no injuries to the face, she was afraid to injure him any more or cause him to go into shock with one of her spontaneous surprise kisses. Oh well, she shook her head again, repeating her thoughts.
"What am I going to do with you now?"
Her eyes wandered over to Hiccup, a hand placed firmly on his back, another pressing the tattered piece of cloth to the wound, not even covering parts of it. Ugh, this kid was quite the high maintenance. Her blue eyes wandered for anything around to help stem the bleeding, but a tourniquet wouldn't exactly be appropriate for this wound. And unless Astrid wanted a rather short top, she couldn't cut it much farther. Astrid stopped her job from pressure applier for a second, grabbing her shirt and tearing off another, smaller piece, and adding to the bundle, maybe a fresh, undrenched, piece of cloth could help? And with that, the blonde went back to applying pressure to the bleeding wound in Hiccup's chest.
(ooc: Yes. Yes I did. I just added a little soft Astrid, go ahead, kill me xD)
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Post by Hiccup on Oct 25, 2011 0:00:10 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Hiccup allowed himself to just close his eyes and take in what had happened. All of that trouble just for some errand. On top of all of that, there he was being attended to by Astrid. Snotlout would totally be jealous if he could see them at that moment in time. Registering the light peck on the cheek, Hiccup opened his eyes again and met Astrid's gaze. It was almost funny when he thought about it. The icy-eyed girl was usually so on top of things and hardheaded. It was a rare sight to see her in any sort of concerned or 'softer' mood. But, Hiccup treasured those moments. He knew the softer side of her wouldn't be coming out again any time soon. Might as well treasure it, even if he had done something stupid to bring it about in the first place. In response to her question, he gave just the slightest shrug. "You could start by reminding me to bring a map next time I come out here." Right. That was probably the most obvious thing he could have said. But, it had answered Astrid's question. That was what counted. It seemed like the blood might have begun to slow its flow at last. At least, it seemed that way to Hiccup. Emerald eyes flicked briefly down to the wound, inwardly causing him to grimace at the size of it, and he silently took note of the fact that Astrid's shirt seemed to be dwindling in size. ...Right. That made sense. She was having to use what she had to stop his wound from killing him before they even got back to the agency. "Guess I... owe you a new shirt after all of this, huh?" Hiccup asked. He felt a bit more coherent for the time being. Maybe the bleeding really was stopping. He still did feel lightheaded, but otherwise he didn't think he was in any terrible peril for the time being. ...At least not as much as he had been in before. No, whatever kind gods there were out there seemed to be keeping him alive. He knew he should be keeping quiet, resting so that he didn't waste all of whatever energy he had left, but that was just it. As strange as it might have seemed, it appeared that talking was keeping his mind off the pain. It was either that, or he just wanted to do something to keep his mind busy so he didn't pass out. Stubborn young redhead wasn't going to let himself pass out. Not until he'd given Naveen a piece of his mind about this whole thing. Unknown to the pair of Vikings and their dragon companion, Alvin had forced himself to his feet by that point. As much as the assassin did want to end Hiccup's life right then and there, he couldn't bring himself to attack out of silent fear that Astrid really would act in kind to her threat. So, instead of attacking Alvin just slinked away as silently and painlessly as he could off into the shadows of the slums. He was dreading having to go back to the assassin headquarters. What would his comrades have to say about what had happened? What would Eris say when he told her he had failed in killing a couple of agents? Oh, there would be hell to pay. Alvin also couldn't help but think that something was nagging at the back of his mind. Something that might have been important. Whatever it was, the assassin Viking didn't want to worry about it. He just wanted out of the slums as quickly as possible. (ooc: D8 I don't know what you're talking about. Your post was great! Mine was fail...ish. Oh, and Alvin has left the thread.)
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Post by Astrid on Oct 25, 2011 8:24:41 GMT -5
Astrid only smiled relieved, as Hiccup was able to get into his usual joking self. Or sarcastic self. She gave him a soft shove with her shoulder as he answered her question a wry smile on her face. It actually wasn't a bad idea. Relief and victory had let Astrid tired, and she relaxed the usual viking wall of stubborn, hard headed, adamant behavior. "What would you like me to start packing a lunch every time you go out too?" she kidded, Icy orbs meeting emerald eyes.
At Hiccup's comment, she looked down at her top, spontaneously decreasing in length. Oh. Well, now that Hiccup wasn't to dizzy and delusional, it was a sort of odd point. Still relaxed, adrenaline taking energy with it as it faded from her blood stream. "Nah, haven't you noticed, this looks what all the teens are wearing?" She gestured to the short top where her skin was exposed and rolled her eyes. How could something like this help her at all in a battle? It was more of a handicap than anything! Astrid, was still afraid that Hiccup would randomly black out, and continued to support him, though she leaned over to him slightly. How Hiccup had managed to live to his teenage years Astrid would never be able to figure out.
Astrid's eyes darted to where Alvin had been. Good riddance, you bucket of dragon dung. You better as Hel run. Astrid's thought in the direction she assumed Alvin had fled too. Good riddance. Astrid, a little anxious to keep Hiccup from blacking out, least that be a sign of death, decided to keep him chatting until he either grew stabler, or Toothless or Hiccup themselves offered a solution to their transportation dilemna. Astrid was to stubborn to admit she had no real plan besides kicking the bajeebus out of Alvin.
Astrid couldn't even lean back and contemplate it, she was to preoccupied with attending to Hiccup's wounds. She couldn't help but feel a sort of smug, humorous air coming off of Hiccup. She couldn't but think that something had caught Hiccup's attention in her behavior, and she was curious to know what it was. Wary, but curious, and interested to know why she had the sudden alert in her head, her face turned to a Hiccup, quirking up an eyebrow, and cocking her head slightly to the side, as if trying to determine what it was by just reading Hiccup's face. Astrid couldn't help but be a little soft when she was relaxed, not everyone can maintain a thick wall year round, it was bound to crumple at one time or another, especially when bombarded by the same thing on the same side all the time. Especially when one was to lazy, or reluctant to rebuild the wall stronger than the previous.
And well, that's what happens, Astrid supposed. With a Hiccup to watch and defend, it was hard to keep the walls in spick and span condition, but even Achilles had a soft spot. Then again, where did that lead him?
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Post by Hiccup on Oct 25, 2011 10:45:52 GMT -5
"...Actually, that might not be a bad idea." Hiccup said in response to the lunch question. Of course he was kidding. That would be silly. But just joking around was definitely helping him at that moment in time. He was able to keep his mind off of the pain he was in and concentrating as much as he could on staying conscious. So far, so good.
Hiccup didn't appear all that impressed by Astrid's desire to just brush off the fact that her shirt was dwindling in size, but all he could really do was shrug it off. "If you say so." was all Hiccup could manage in response to the comment about her shirt. He really did feel bad that he had been the reason it had been reduced to that length. All because he had been stupid enough to not expect Alvin to try and attack if he got frustrated enough. It had seemed odd, especially to him, because the ugly Viking had seemed like the type to usually keep his cool. Oh well, there was no use dwelling on it. Evidently their adversary had left, anyway, as evidenced by the fact that he was no longer laying in the spot that Astrid had left him in. Hiccup didn't know whether to be happy or concerned by this fact. What if he was just going to jump out at them again and try to strike them dead?
When a few moments passed and Alvin had not popped out from nowhere to kill them, Hiccup was able to relax just a bit more. No more crazy Viking from out of nowhere to kill them. Wherever it was this 'Alvin' was from, Hiccup was glad he wasn't the Hiccup he was apparently after. Though just based on his name it was evidenced that maybe Alvin wasn't going to give up so easily. He would be dead meat if he wasn't careful.
It's a good thing the gods have at least partially been on your side these past few years.
This was true. Somehow Hiccup had managed to get to his teenage years without dying a horrible death. Even if the gods did hate him, he wasn't dead yet. If they had truly hated him he would have died at random many years ago. "You know, for all the talk about the gods hating me... they sure haven't been trying very hard to get me killed." Hiccup remarked. The more he thought about it, he realized he had just gotten lucky throughout the years. Lucky that Stoick told him to stay in the village and out of everyone's way for the most part. Lucky that the Nightmare hadn't killed him that very first night he had initially seen Toothless. Lucky to have Toothless and Astrid on his side. "I guess I'm just... some sort of lucky. I mean, hey... I could have died out here all on my own. You and Toothless followed me all the way out here for some..." he paused, taking a moment to let the pain sink in. Silently, he made a promise to beg Sinbad to teach him about using a sword. Hiccup didn't want to be defenseless anymore. "...errand. What, do you guys have like some... sixth sense that's a 'Hiccup's going to be in trouble' sense?" he asked.
Since he wasn't really expecting an answer to that particular question, his mind wandered back to the situation at hand and how Astrid would sooner or later run out of shirt to stop the bleeding with. This posed a problem, as then there would be nothing they could do but try to head back to the agency somehow with him in a fragile condition (what with the possibility of still fainting and all) and unable to fly Toothless. Oh, he could probably maneuver Toothless all right, but he was concerned that in his condition he wouldn't be the best partner for his Night Fury companion. There was only one solution that Hiccup could think of. It was rather lucky that his mind was still in one place, focused on his own condition and the situation at hand, otherwise they might have been doomed to some degree.
Hiccup's hand went to his sleeve and he began to go about the business of tearing it off of the rest of his shirt. It wasn't like this shirt was going to be extremely useful in the future anyway, what with how ugly it must have looked with a huge tear in it and his chest partially exposed to reveal the wound Astrid was trying so hard to help him deal with. Somehow he succeeded at ripping off this sleeve. With that accomplished, Hiccup proceeded to rip it down the middle so that it was in two long pieces. In case it wasn't clear about what he intended on doing, he offered the two pieces to Astrid. "Here. Maybe you could tie these together and use it to tie down your shirt pieces. We... can't stay here forever." Hiccup said. He knew the slums were bad just from looking at them. If Alvin had been there, who was to say there wouldn't be other assassins lurking in the shadows?
"Flying is probably out of the question since I'd need to concentrate on helping Toothless with that instead of not fainting. I don't think I could get far by walking without someone supporting me, either. So, here's my idea." Hiccup began to explain. He motioned his now sleeveless hand to Toothless. "Toothless can carry me, and you two can take me back that way. This time, I vote we try to look for the subway on the way back." Hiccup explained.
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