1st Flight [video]

[dragonconqueror]

Oh for Thor's sake, they said this would be easy...

[There's a curious green eye studying the communicator before it zooms out to reveal a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face covered in scratches and scars that look both fresh and old, the oldest one a nick on the right side of his chin. He grins a bit tiredly, sitting back and snapping his fingers.]

I knew I could get it to work! Man, if we had things like this back home it'd make communicating with other tribes easier...

[He fiddles a bit, the screen flicking off as he discovers the other functions, a bit of text gibber jabber appearing before it switches back to full video, then he remembers the people he spoke to said that others could be watching.]

Uh, hi. I'm Hiccup. Great name, I know, but I guess it's kept me from being snatched up by gnomes and trolls all these years so it's worth something at least. If you couldn't guess, I'm kinda new...just arrived really. I don't think I was awake for a lot of the talk though, getting knocked out by a giant dragon tail would do that to you. I think I'm awake. At least I hope so anyway. This place doesn't look like any Valhalla I ever dreamed of.

[He reaches down to scratch at his leg.]

There's...a lot of things here that we don't have at home. I hope I don't blow anything up. And, uh, this is gonna sound kinda strange but I don't suppose anyone has anything I can, er, walk with? [Pause.] One of my legs kind of...doesn't work. They helped me here but I don't know how I'm going to get around...

I guess that's...it? Yeah.

[He goes to get up but lets out a yelp as he puts pressure on his injured leg and he falls backwards, crashing to the floor.]

Comments

VOICE FOR NOW. :,D ALSO DONE

[myownhand]

[NO MERIDA. DRAGONS LATER.


VIKING NOW.]

Y'wouldn't happen t'be a vikin', would you?

jeez

[dragonconqueror]

[There's a long pause.]

Yeeeeeeeeeees...?

more walls. tell u when i am done.

[myownhand]

[MERIDA NEVER CONSIDERED THIS POSSIBILITY.


THAT SHE'D ACTUALLY BE FACING A VIKING.]

[myownhand]

[OH GOD. Okay what do. What would her father do-- probably charge in and slice anything up in his way--]

[myownhand]

[okay really probably not the best course of action here.]

[myownhand]

[I mean, he looks skinny, but that doesn't mean much. Even Dingwall could hold his own in a fight.]

[myownhand]

[WAIT]

[myownhand]

[What would her MOTHER do?]

DONE. still voice.

[myownhand]

[LOGIC THIS OUT MER. DO IT. OTHER PEOPLE COME FROM OTHER TIMES RIGHT?]


So. erm. Have y'ever heard of any clan called DunBroch, Dingwall, MacGuffin, or Macintosh?

[SO PROUD OF YOU MER. TEAR TO MY EYE.]

[voice] but now it's my turn

[dragonconqueror]

Mac...

[WAIT]

[dragonconqueror]

[ohshitohshitohshit]

[dragonconqueror]

[those sound like Scottish clan names]

[dragonconqueror]

[His dad's always warned him about Scots and he's heard stories from his grandfather.

What do.

Crap.]

doneee

[dragonconqueror]

[Pause.]

I can't...I mean I don't think I have. It's been a while since dad told me any of his war stories...

[The last part is muttered.]

[myownhand]

[..............she recognizes that hesitation DONT THINK SHE DOESN'T]

Are you sure about that? What year are y'from anyway?

[NOT LETTING YOU OFF THE HOOK HADDOCK]

[dragonconqueror]

Year?

[WHAT ARE YEARS?]

Let's see...this'll be my fifteenth summer, the village was founded three hundred years ago or more...I think the Romans said it was 976...no wait, that was seven years ago...

SUDDEN VIDEO WITH FLYING HAIR MONSTER

[myownhand]

[.............Oh that is like. Way before her. DOn"T MIND AS THE VIDEO COMES ON]


You're OLDER than me!

SHRIEKS

[dragonconqueror]

[WOW WAY TO MAKE HIM FALL BACK OFF HIS CHAIR, MER. Hiccup picks himself up after a second though, hauling himself up and staring with wide eyes at the screen. Wow. That's a lot of red hair.]

O-Older?

1/2

[myownhand]

Aye! I've been the one who comes from th'earliest time around here. But now you're earlier than me. Much earlier than me. And th'oldest!

done

[myownhand]

[...wait for it]

I guess I don't have t'fight y't'the death now.

[dragonconqueror]

Wait, that's a good thing?

[Pause.]

I mean the being the oldest bit, not the fight to the death. Of course that's a good thing. Even if I could pick up a sword at the least, I'm still injured.

[myownhand]

No, it's a good thing I'm not th'oldest anymore because I'm tired of bein' th'only one baffled by everythin'.


[....] Have y'tried flushin' th'toilet yet?

[dragonconqueror]

Doing what to the toilet?

[myownhand]

[OH OH OH.]

In th'bathroom. That white thin' shaped like a bowl, that's shiney. There's a lever on th'side of it.


[Hiccup. do the thing.]

Press it down. See what happens.

[dragonconqueror]

[He hasn't actually explored the place much, but he raises an eyebrow and with some great difficulty manages to hobble over to the bathroom, looking for the thing she mentioned. Is this some kind of Scottish trick or sorcery?

A few seconds later there's a flush and a yelp.]