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"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
december 28th - voice.
[...And even without the reassurance, ALBERT IS COMING OUT ANYWAY. It takes Hiccup a second to regroup, because that's pretty baffling.]
Okay. And i-it's back in the ball, don't worry.
[He'll just be leaning up against a different dragon, because Adder is a good girl.]
december 28th - action.
And out he comes, spotting Hiccup almost at once, because — shit, is that the dragon? It only has one head. Is the kid delirious or does he have a concussion or — wait, he said he put it back, didn't he?
...How many dragons does any one kid need, jesus.]
Is that thing one of the biting ones or is it going to behave itself?
december 28th - action.
She's good. I'd show you, but, uh...
[He's kind of clutching his arm to his chest, so as to keep the covering fur vest bundled together easier. At that, though, the Salamence rumbles softly, craning her neck down to nuzzle Hiccup's shoulder before lumbering off. She figures Albert will be grumpy, and her presence probably wouldn't help that any. Besides, this way Hiccup will actually move towards Albert instead of sticking to her scales like glue. Which he does, if a bit hesitantly.
He needs to stop with this whole 'needing a doctor' thing.]
december 28th - action.
I'll take your word for it. Let's get you fixed up first, huh?
[Meanwhile, he's scoping out that makeshift bandage.]
Look on the bright side. A couple of bites are a lot easier to handle than poison.
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.]
december 28th - action.
[He whistles low under his breath.]
Okay, the good news is it's probably not as bad as it looks. Yeah, there's a lot of blood, but you did good getting pressure on it and once we clean it up it won't look nearly as messy. If you're lucky you won't even need stitches.
[He gets an arm around Hiccup, mostly to steady him.]
C'mon, into the lab. The sooner we get that disinfected and bandaged, the better you'll feel.
december 28th - action.
[He's not really all too sure which part specifically he's agreeing with, but he'll wrap the arm right back up and wander over to the lab with Albert. He's all for that feeling better stuff, and avoiding stitches sounds pretty cool, too, even if that's not a guarantee. After taking a deep breath, Hiccup glances over with a mumble.]
Sorry I keep doing stupid things.
[It's a familiar apology, for him, though the exact phrasing isn't always the same.]
december 28th - action.
[And yet it earns him a very slight hair ruffle, so fast it's there and gone in the blink of an eye.]
But you're still smarter than the average bear, Boo-Boo.
december 28th - action.
Despite not understanding the reference--which he's baffled by not only because of lack of knowledge, but because Albert just said 'Boo-Boo', and that seemed absurd--the comment makes him feel a little better. Gobber would have just agreed with him and left it at that. Stoick would have lectured him, probably. Hiccup had expected both of those, really, but he can live without those options. Somehow, his heart will go on. Just as is arm will heal, so will he.]
Well, at least there's something there that lets you put up with me.
[And look, his tone is starting to go back to its familiar wry self instead of the weaker, stunned one. HE'S ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY ALREADY.]