Post by Astrid on Oct 25, 2011 17:41:33 GMT -5
Astrid rolled her eyes at Hiccup, relieved to see talking distracted Hiccup, and well, herself. "I'll get right on it, pickled herring, for lunch and a map to go with it." Astrid looked to where Hiccup was looking, still unconvinced she guessed. Well she hadn't been really trying to be convincing. She tugged her shirt down a little.
"Don't look like that, it's fine, I've got more. You think I'd come to this weird place with only one shirt? Not likely." she offered a smile to Hiccup. She'd seen some people walk around with shirts somewhat like this, and again she thought about how odd it was. What was the purpose of those shirts? Cutting off at the midriff or slanting over the shoulder? She shook her head at her thoughts, some teenagers were really rather odd. The hair on the back of Astrid's neck had settled, and she assumed that no one would randomly jump and try to kill Hiccup. Yep, Hiccup, she was the one with an axe, Toothless was... Toothless, and Hiccup lay bleeding. Out of the trio, who would most likely be attacked? Uh huh. Pretty sure the little narration and audience in her head was correct, she shook her head clear.
The gods had to have some liking for Hiccup. An odd idea came to thought. Maybe it wasn't the gods causing Hiccup all this grief. Maybe it was just Hiccup. Maybe the gods were saving Hiccup from all these mishaps? In Astrid's head at this moment, it felt true. She even started to part her lips to say it. But, viking Astrid came in kicked the thought away and ranted on how stupid she'd sound. With all the thought, she hadn't noticed Hiccup starting to rip off her sleeves, and she gave a small groan. It probably wasn't a good thing to have reached across his chest to do that. The gods surely had their hands full.
But Hiccup beat her to asking questions as she took the cloth in her hands and got to work, tearing a little more of her top bottom to give Hiccup a 'clean' pad to work with. Her wounds, from Alvin's sword, were minor, and only on her side by her ribs, and Astrid rationalized they must be quite shallow. No one got away from a fight without a wound or two. It wouldn't be fun if you did. Astrid wrapped her arms under Hiccup's arms and pulled the ripped sleeves around, tying it on his side, the small pad now tightly constricted to Hiccup's wound. It was firmly tied, and she hoped it was constricting the air flow to Hiccup's lungs to much, after all they needed to expand to a degree. She nodded, thank the gods Hiccup was coherent enough to come up with a plan.
There were only a few little errors in it. She was all for the subway, she didn't want to walk back to HQ. Whichever direction that was. Before speaking though, slid herself under Hiccup's arms, ready to lift him when he was ready. She'd walk beside Toothless so she could at least give Hiccup space on the large dragon's back to rest. "Hiccup, there's only one little flaw with the subway." She indicated with her fingers in an almost pinch motion, "I know we're agents and everything... but other people don't. I don't think the subway people will take to kindly to two bleeding teenagers and a large, black, probably over protective at the moment dragon."
It seemed logical. Maybe Hiccup wasn't as coherent as she'd thought. Then again, it did sound like a Hiccup plan, and they couldn't afford to test a Night Fury's navigational skills and speed on foot compared to the nice, constant speed of a subway with many short cuts. They probably didn't even have enough time to test it out either, blood loss would be catching up to Hiccup sooner or later. "But hey, I'm still pro subway. It would be faster to get there than take the chance through the slums back to HQ. Less chance of running into another of the anti-Hiccup fan club." Who knew how many other vikings were out for Hiccup's blood? Or well, the other Hiccup. Not her Hiccup, Alvin or.... Camicazi's Hiccup. That Hiccup which appeared to look much like her Hiccup from Berk. It would suck to have that happen, another skilled or mutilated assassin out for viking blood.
"Don't look like that, it's fine, I've got more. You think I'd come to this weird place with only one shirt? Not likely." she offered a smile to Hiccup. She'd seen some people walk around with shirts somewhat like this, and again she thought about how odd it was. What was the purpose of those shirts? Cutting off at the midriff or slanting over the shoulder? She shook her head at her thoughts, some teenagers were really rather odd. The hair on the back of Astrid's neck had settled, and she assumed that no one would randomly jump and try to kill Hiccup. Yep, Hiccup, she was the one with an axe, Toothless was... Toothless, and Hiccup lay bleeding. Out of the trio, who would most likely be attacked? Uh huh. Pretty sure the little narration and audience in her head was correct, she shook her head clear.
The gods had to have some liking for Hiccup. An odd idea came to thought. Maybe it wasn't the gods causing Hiccup all this grief. Maybe it was just Hiccup. Maybe the gods were saving Hiccup from all these mishaps? In Astrid's head at this moment, it felt true. She even started to part her lips to say it. But, viking Astrid came in kicked the thought away and ranted on how stupid she'd sound. With all the thought, she hadn't noticed Hiccup starting to rip off her sleeves, and she gave a small groan. It probably wasn't a good thing to have reached across his chest to do that. The gods surely had their hands full.
But Hiccup beat her to asking questions as she took the cloth in her hands and got to work, tearing a little more of her top bottom to give Hiccup a 'clean' pad to work with. Her wounds, from Alvin's sword, were minor, and only on her side by her ribs, and Astrid rationalized they must be quite shallow. No one got away from a fight without a wound or two. It wouldn't be fun if you did. Astrid wrapped her arms under Hiccup's arms and pulled the ripped sleeves around, tying it on his side, the small pad now tightly constricted to Hiccup's wound. It was firmly tied, and she hoped it was constricting the air flow to Hiccup's lungs to much, after all they needed to expand to a degree. She nodded, thank the gods Hiccup was coherent enough to come up with a plan.
There were only a few little errors in it. She was all for the subway, she didn't want to walk back to HQ. Whichever direction that was. Before speaking though, slid herself under Hiccup's arms, ready to lift him when he was ready. She'd walk beside Toothless so she could at least give Hiccup space on the large dragon's back to rest. "Hiccup, there's only one little flaw with the subway." She indicated with her fingers in an almost pinch motion, "I know we're agents and everything... but other people don't. I don't think the subway people will take to kindly to two bleeding teenagers and a large, black, probably over protective at the moment dragon."
It seemed logical. Maybe Hiccup wasn't as coherent as she'd thought. Then again, it did sound like a Hiccup plan, and they couldn't afford to test a Night Fury's navigational skills and speed on foot compared to the nice, constant speed of a subway with many short cuts. They probably didn't even have enough time to test it out either, blood loss would be catching up to Hiccup sooner or later. "But hey, I'm still pro subway. It would be faster to get there than take the chance through the slums back to HQ. Less chance of running into another of the anti-Hiccup fan club." Who knew how many other vikings were out for Hiccup's blood? Or well, the other Hiccup. Not her Hiccup, Alvin or.... Camicazi's Hiccup. That Hiccup which appeared to look much like her Hiccup from Berk. It would suck to have that happen, another skilled or mutilated assassin out for viking blood.