Post by Jokul & Starkad on Nov 25, 2014 6:27:27 GMT 1
Time and Date: Midday, A few days after the other dragons have left
Weather: Cloudy, Light snowfall
Previous Threads: None
Snoggletog was always a time of festivities for Berk. Families and friends gifted each other with presents, and eagerly awaited the arrival of Odin to fill their helmets. Everyone, young and old celebrated the annual holiday.
That is, unless you're a certain flightless hobblegrunt. This was the dragon's first Snoggletog on the island, but she wasn't at all excited. Without the ability to follow her mother, who'd left a few days prior, Starkad was left sulking with all the vikings who'd watched their reptilian companions fly off as well.
Usually, she was up to no good with the livestock, but without her mother, she felt like she'd been abandoned, which in reality, wasn't really a lie. The amount of cold-blooded creatures was at a minimum during this time of the year, and the migration made those who remained leave as well.
Instead of moping about in the main square, she stuck to Jokul like she was his shadow, as if she were afraid he'd leave too. Normally, the two didn't show a lot of affection to each other in public, but Starkad refused to stop nuzzling his side every few minutes. It wasn't exactly something her rider was unhappy about, but considering it's ten times more difficult to get things ready for Snoggletog when you have a dragon who likes getting in the way, he couldn't fully appreciate it.
At one point, Jokul was nailing in decorations to the roof when the dragon tried to jump up and help. Her claws pulled out a good couple of shingles in the process, and with her mind set solely on getting to the top, she hadn't realized that her tail had dislodged the ladder.
Jokul, on the other hand, had noticed it coming from a mile away. Sometimes his dragon's clumsiness was predictable, but in this case, he couldn't stop her, and he couldn't get out of the way in time. So he ended up hitting the snow-covered ground, and having the air knocked out of his lungs. Once the hobblegrunt realized what she'd done, she guiltily avoided looking at him, knowing he'd be upset from the fall.
"Starkad." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Why don't you go and see if mom needs help inside?" Fortunately enough for the teenager, he wasn't hurt in the fall, unless you counted the fact he couldn't take in a full breath yet.
"No." The dragon quipped.
Groaning painfully, the young viking got into a sitting position. "Then what about dad? I think he's in the hall." To Jokul's surprise, Starkad jumped from the highest point on the roof, frantically flapping her wings to prevent herself from getting hurt on impact. With a damaged left wing though, her body barely stopped its momentum as she neared the ground below her.
The dragon disappeared into a pile of the snow, sending the white stuff in all directions, including on top of her rider. "Ack!!" He managed to get out before he was coated from head to toe in snow.
"What in Odin's name were you-!" He cut himself off when he heard a low, crying moan coming from her. "What's wrong?" Instead of answering, she only curled her tail around her legs and faced away from him.
"Are you all miserable because you couldn't go with them?" He asked bluntly, earning another sad whine from the reptile. "Hey..." He put a hand on her side, caresses the dark scales beneath his fingers. "Look at me, Starkad." He commanded.
For once, the hobblegrunt listened.
"Everyone feels like they're alone sometimes." Starkad's frill extended in surprise at his voice. He's actually trying to cheer me up? Out in the open? "But you're not, alright?" The viking patted her nose softly. "You've got me, and mom, and even dad. So stop looking pathetic and get up."
The hobblegrunt's tongue clicked happily at her rider. To anyone else, that conversation might've seemed blunt and short, but to the boy and dragon, it was they called comforting.
"You can either help me, or stay out of the way. So which'll it be?"
And that's how Starkad ended up circling the house. In Jokul's mind, that was better than being on the roof where she might undo all the work he'd put into the decorations.
(Anyone's free to join! You can push the plot here as far as you'd like. You can help Jokul, play with Starkad, or even 'accidentally' kick the ladder out of place. I'll just go along with it... probably)
Weather: Cloudy, Light snowfall
Previous Threads: None
Snoggletog was always a time of festivities for Berk. Families and friends gifted each other with presents, and eagerly awaited the arrival of Odin to fill their helmets. Everyone, young and old celebrated the annual holiday.
That is, unless you're a certain flightless hobblegrunt. This was the dragon's first Snoggletog on the island, but she wasn't at all excited. Without the ability to follow her mother, who'd left a few days prior, Starkad was left sulking with all the vikings who'd watched their reptilian companions fly off as well.
Usually, she was up to no good with the livestock, but without her mother, she felt like she'd been abandoned, which in reality, wasn't really a lie. The amount of cold-blooded creatures was at a minimum during this time of the year, and the migration made those who remained leave as well.
Instead of moping about in the main square, she stuck to Jokul like she was his shadow, as if she were afraid he'd leave too. Normally, the two didn't show a lot of affection to each other in public, but Starkad refused to stop nuzzling his side every few minutes. It wasn't exactly something her rider was unhappy about, but considering it's ten times more difficult to get things ready for Snoggletog when you have a dragon who likes getting in the way, he couldn't fully appreciate it.
At one point, Jokul was nailing in decorations to the roof when the dragon tried to jump up and help. Her claws pulled out a good couple of shingles in the process, and with her mind set solely on getting to the top, she hadn't realized that her tail had dislodged the ladder.
Jokul, on the other hand, had noticed it coming from a mile away. Sometimes his dragon's clumsiness was predictable, but in this case, he couldn't stop her, and he couldn't get out of the way in time. So he ended up hitting the snow-covered ground, and having the air knocked out of his lungs. Once the hobblegrunt realized what she'd done, she guiltily avoided looking at him, knowing he'd be upset from the fall.
"Starkad." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Why don't you go and see if mom needs help inside?" Fortunately enough for the teenager, he wasn't hurt in the fall, unless you counted the fact he couldn't take in a full breath yet.
"No." The dragon quipped.
Groaning painfully, the young viking got into a sitting position. "Then what about dad? I think he's in the hall." To Jokul's surprise, Starkad jumped from the highest point on the roof, frantically flapping her wings to prevent herself from getting hurt on impact. With a damaged left wing though, her body barely stopped its momentum as she neared the ground below her.
The dragon disappeared into a pile of the snow, sending the white stuff in all directions, including on top of her rider. "Ack!!" He managed to get out before he was coated from head to toe in snow.
"What in Odin's name were you-!" He cut himself off when he heard a low, crying moan coming from her. "What's wrong?" Instead of answering, she only curled her tail around her legs and faced away from him.
"Are you all miserable because you couldn't go with them?" He asked bluntly, earning another sad whine from the reptile. "Hey..." He put a hand on her side, caresses the dark scales beneath his fingers. "Look at me, Starkad." He commanded.
For once, the hobblegrunt listened.
"Everyone feels like they're alone sometimes." Starkad's frill extended in surprise at his voice. He's actually trying to cheer me up? Out in the open? "But you're not, alright?" The viking patted her nose softly. "You've got me, and mom, and even dad. So stop looking pathetic and get up."
The hobblegrunt's tongue clicked happily at her rider. To anyone else, that conversation might've seemed blunt and short, but to the boy and dragon, it was they called comforting.
"You can either help me, or stay out of the way. So which'll it be?"
And that's how Starkad ended up circling the house. In Jokul's mind, that was better than being on the roof where she might undo all the work he'd put into the decorations.
(Anyone's free to join! You can push the plot here as far as you'd like. You can help Jokul, play with Starkad, or even 'accidentally' kick the ladder out of place. I'll just go along with it... probably)