[Hiccup nods, grinning sheepishly at the statement, though his mouth twitches at the edges. Dumb arm pain.] That's something. [As if he didn't already feel guilty enough about using Albert's medical knowledge.
After a second, the viking peels back the vest, though the fur tries to stick, thanks to the still-wet blood. His arm's pretty red, but the bleeding has slowed a relatively good amount, and the wounds have clear edges instead of jagged, torn ones. There sure are a lot of 'em, though, and Hiccup turns a shade paler at the sight. Miserable Berk life or not, he wasn't as used to blood as he would have previously claimed.]
december 28th - action.
After a second, the viking peels back the vest, though the fur tries to stick, thanks to the still-wet blood. His arm's pretty red, but the bleeding has slowed a relatively good amount, and the wounds have clear edges instead of jagged, torn ones. There sure are a lot of 'em, though, and Hiccup turns a shade paler at the sight. Miserable Berk life or not, he wasn't as used to blood as he would have previously claimed.]