Post by Hiccup on Jun 10, 2018 2:18:57 GMT
There was more ice than Berk right now, what hadn't just been torn down or completely obliterated was encased in the thick, impossibly strong frost of the Bewilderbeast, and even with the help of their dragons getting it all cleared away was a tougher task than he'd really expected it to be. He had a million things running through his mind right now, a million little projects that needed to be done, so much that he hadn't even taken the proper time to actually stop and really think about it all, but maybe that was the whole point.
Stoic the vast was dead, and the entire village was on his shoulders now, and there was a part of him that wanted to jump on Toothless and fly as far away as he possibly could, but there was also a part of him that felt surprised with how...Okay he felt about it. He missed his father, more than he'd ever expected to miss him, it was an ache that hadn't quite left and it still overwhelmed him sometimes, caught him off guard like a punch to the face, but he couldn't dwell on any of that, not with the village in shambles and his people looking to him for guidance. "Once we get the Mead hall repaired we can at least start setting people up to sleep in there while we deal with rebuilding homes..." He said aside to the crew he was helping to clear the ice from the building in question, Toothless' plasma blasts had proven an effective way to remove it, "it'll be better than expecting everyone to sleep outside." He sighed through his nose as he spoke, this was a mess, and he felt like they were working at a crawl. His attention was grabbed by someone running up on his left, frantically gesturing towards what was left of the docks, something said in haste about a ship, "oh this day just gets better and better...Tell them I'm on my way." He mumbled, sharing a suffering glance with Toothless before the pair made their way down to the rather unfortunate docks. There weren't many places left for a boat to actually come in, but he could see clearly when he got there that there was indeed a ship there. He waved a hand as he carefully picked his way over the least destroyed parts of the docks, cringing a little when they complained under Toothless' weight, before he came up beside the ship, "you probably picked the worst time to decide to visit...Uh...Who are you?" He screwed his face up, neither the ship nor the passengers looked familiar at all to him, but he didn't get the feeling that they were a threat, so he was fairly relaxed for the moment.  |
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Post by thornytongue on Jun 10, 2018 3:28:14 GMT
Yodel was about ready to throw himself overboard and let the scauldrons have their way with his corpse. Most girls he had to deliver were annoying, yes, but never this insufferable.
Being in the trade of ‘exchanging of women’ sounded great on paper. He’d been a young stallion at the time, who hastily looked over the wanted ad before sailing down to Honeybee. As it turns out, he would not be involved in the lucrative business of whoring, but another more chaste type - delivering brides to chiefs.
It wasn’t so bad in the beginning. It paid well, and with his charms and good looks, he was able to seduce the girls into a few fondling sessions, going just far enough to get what he needed for it to be considered a success, but stopping so the girl remain ‘pure’ in the most basic of terms. Unfortunately, as the years past, Yodel began to lose his looks, along with his patience of the girls.
“I hate the sea. The sea smells. You have no idea where you’re going, do you? I could’ve gotten us there by now. I told you that the map was correct. We’re going in circles. I’m bored. I’m hungry. I hate fish. I’m hungry, don’t feed me fish. All we have is fish? I told you to bring extra bread! Why does no one ever listen to me?!”
Yodel gritted his teeth together. As much as he wanted to bark at her to sit down and act like the good, expensive whore that she is, he also knew it wouldn’t shut her up. It would just rile her up even further, and he’d have to deal with this shortstack trying to bite his knees or something.
The only thing keeping this man sane was the fact that every second they were getting closer and closer to their destination, where he can drop this brat off for good. He couldn’t help but chuckle, picturing the future husband having to deal with the nagging brat, day in and day out. May the gods have mercy on whoever is that poor man.
After several hours of complaining over how the clouds above her made a lewd gesture (Yodel believing it was a sign from Odin that he had his back), he finally figured out a way to shut her up.
He asked Baby to come over quickly, something really rare! And shiny! Baby rushed over and peeked over the deck. All there was was the same old blue, tumbling waves that surrounded them. Baby frowned and started to walk away. Yodel ‘accidentally’ stepped on the length of her dress, tearing a rather sizable hole in it.
Baby’s inevitable screaming fit lasted a few minutes, her high-pitched cry and squeals forced every crew mate to cover their ears least they lose an ear drum. Eventually she calmed down, and scurried off to the cabins to repair her dress. Yodel got a pat on the back from each of his mates, as well as an extra serving of fish and mead during lunch.
Yodel had just finished downing his mug when one of the boy’s cried out for land. Thank the gods, they were here! He’d heard Berk was beautiful this time of year, and that the women were even more beautiful-
-and Berk was destroyed. Absolutely destroyed.
Huge masses of ice stuck out of the blown-apart village like huge daggers stuck into the ground. Dragons of every kind swarmed the land, probably scavengers picking off the dead villager bodies.
Yodel wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or not. After their leader paid for one of their girls, he just dropped off the face of the archipelago, never bothering to even send a letter. Normally they waited for the go-ahead from the father. The only reason they were shipping Baby off now was because no one could handle her anymore.
“Dear gods . . . “ One of the crew mates uttered as they all looked upon the destruction. “D- Does this mean we don’t get paid?”
“Hush, boy.” Yodel quieted him. Pulling his looking glass from his belt, Yodel used it to scope out the island. From the distance they were just colorful ants, but Yodel knew what it meant. “There’s people still alive. Which means we can still drop her off and head back for our money.”
“What about the dragons-”
“We’ve dealt with way worse. Remember when we were delivering that girl to the blood cult?” Everyone except Yodel collectively shivered. “If we can deal with a girl being beheaded and skinned as soon as we give her up, we can handle a few reptiles.” Besides, reptiles or blood cults, dealing with Baby had nothing on anything he’d ever encountered. Yodel really wanted to get his dues for the trauma he and his crew was put through.
Pulling up to the remnants of what probably was a dock, Yodel took immediate notice of the boy walking towards them. Really, he wasn’t so much a boy, just a lanky man in weird leather armor. Behind him was some massive black dragon-like creature, who followed his every step.
Gods, it was another bestiality cult. Not again.
“Hello, I am Yodel, this is my crew. We are from the tribe of Honeybee.” Before, Yodel had to read from a script, but due to his veteran status, he could do it himself just fine. “Your father Stoick paid well for one of our products. We’ve have finally come to deliver it- hand on- BABY! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, WE HERE!”
The door to the cabin swung open as a shrill “WHAT?” echoed across the archipelago. She began to stomp over to him. “How dare you talk to me like that-!” Baby’s steps to Yodel’s side slowed, as did her mouth for once. She was about to give him the nagging of a lifetime (and maybe a few bites on his knees) when the scenery all around her set in.
Gigantic icicles. Destroyed village. Huge winged-like creatures infesting the place like ginormous rats with wings and massive teeth.
She tried to make a run for it, but Yodel foresaw her fleeing, and swiftly caught her by the back of her dress. Lifting the small girl up with ease, Yodel held her out for the boy below to get a good view. Baby could only pitifully scowl as she dangled like a fish hooked on a line.
“Stoick ordered his son a wife. Meet Baby.”
Being in the trade of ‘exchanging of women’ sounded great on paper. He’d been a young stallion at the time, who hastily looked over the wanted ad before sailing down to Honeybee. As it turns out, he would not be involved in the lucrative business of whoring, but another more chaste type - delivering brides to chiefs.
It wasn’t so bad in the beginning. It paid well, and with his charms and good looks, he was able to seduce the girls into a few fondling sessions, going just far enough to get what he needed for it to be considered a success, but stopping so the girl remain ‘pure’ in the most basic of terms. Unfortunately, as the years past, Yodel began to lose his looks, along with his patience of the girls.
“I hate the sea. The sea smells. You have no idea where you’re going, do you? I could’ve gotten us there by now. I told you that the map was correct. We’re going in circles. I’m bored. I’m hungry. I hate fish. I’m hungry, don’t feed me fish. All we have is fish? I told you to bring extra bread! Why does no one ever listen to me?!”
Yodel gritted his teeth together. As much as he wanted to bark at her to sit down and act like the good, expensive whore that she is, he also knew it wouldn’t shut her up. It would just rile her up even further, and he’d have to deal with this shortstack trying to bite his knees or something.
The only thing keeping this man sane was the fact that every second they were getting closer and closer to their destination, where he can drop this brat off for good. He couldn’t help but chuckle, picturing the future husband having to deal with the nagging brat, day in and day out. May the gods have mercy on whoever is that poor man.
After several hours of complaining over how the clouds above her made a lewd gesture (Yodel believing it was a sign from Odin that he had his back), he finally figured out a way to shut her up.
He asked Baby to come over quickly, something really rare! And shiny! Baby rushed over and peeked over the deck. All there was was the same old blue, tumbling waves that surrounded them. Baby frowned and started to walk away. Yodel ‘accidentally’ stepped on the length of her dress, tearing a rather sizable hole in it.
Baby’s inevitable screaming fit lasted a few minutes, her high-pitched cry and squeals forced every crew mate to cover their ears least they lose an ear drum. Eventually she calmed down, and scurried off to the cabins to repair her dress. Yodel got a pat on the back from each of his mates, as well as an extra serving of fish and mead during lunch.
Yodel had just finished downing his mug when one of the boy’s cried out for land. Thank the gods, they were here! He’d heard Berk was beautiful this time of year, and that the women were even more beautiful-
-and Berk was destroyed. Absolutely destroyed.
Huge masses of ice stuck out of the blown-apart village like huge daggers stuck into the ground. Dragons of every kind swarmed the land, probably scavengers picking off the dead villager bodies.
Yodel wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or not. After their leader paid for one of their girls, he just dropped off the face of the archipelago, never bothering to even send a letter. Normally they waited for the go-ahead from the father. The only reason they were shipping Baby off now was because no one could handle her anymore.
“Dear gods . . . “ One of the crew mates uttered as they all looked upon the destruction. “D- Does this mean we don’t get paid?”
“Hush, boy.” Yodel quieted him. Pulling his looking glass from his belt, Yodel used it to scope out the island. From the distance they were just colorful ants, but Yodel knew what it meant. “There’s people still alive. Which means we can still drop her off and head back for our money.”
“What about the dragons-”
“We’ve dealt with way worse. Remember when we were delivering that girl to the blood cult?” Everyone except Yodel collectively shivered. “If we can deal with a girl being beheaded and skinned as soon as we give her up, we can handle a few reptiles.” Besides, reptiles or blood cults, dealing with Baby had nothing on anything he’d ever encountered. Yodel really wanted to get his dues for the trauma he and his crew was put through.
Pulling up to the remnants of what probably was a dock, Yodel took immediate notice of the boy walking towards them. Really, he wasn’t so much a boy, just a lanky man in weird leather armor. Behind him was some massive black dragon-like creature, who followed his every step.
Gods, it was another bestiality cult. Not again.
“Hello, I am Yodel, this is my crew. We are from the tribe of Honeybee.” Before, Yodel had to read from a script, but due to his veteran status, he could do it himself just fine. “Your father Stoick paid well for one of our products. We’ve have finally come to deliver it- hand on- BABY! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, WE HERE!”
The door to the cabin swung open as a shrill “WHAT?” echoed across the archipelago. She began to stomp over to him. “How dare you talk to me like that-!” Baby’s steps to Yodel’s side slowed, as did her mouth for once. She was about to give him the nagging of a lifetime (and maybe a few bites on his knees) when the scenery all around her set in.
Gigantic icicles. Destroyed village. Huge winged-like creatures infesting the place like ginormous rats with wings and massive teeth.
She tried to make a run for it, but Yodel foresaw her fleeing, and swiftly caught her by the back of her dress. Lifting the small girl up with ease, Yodel held her out for the boy below to get a good view. Baby could only pitifully scowl as she dangled like a fish hooked on a line.
“Stoick ordered his son a wife. Meet Baby.”
