[OPEN] Occupational Hazard

[Sven Vellyn]

(open for anyone who cares about Sven or those who wish him dead lol)

Time and Date:: Some time in october, afternoon.
Weather:: Windy cold, but not raining

Powerful wings pumped through the air, propulsing the dark, serpentine beast through the air. Maniplating the airwaves for maximum efficiency, scaled wingtips adjusted to the winds, letting her slip through faster. Her burden was waning. She needed to arrive soon. The village was in sight. Locating the house she was looking for, even in a hurry, she elegantly made a spiral descent to the earth. She set the small weight carefully on the floor before landing herself. She bristled as people came close to investigate. She gave a screech and a snap at any that dared go near. She turned to the door she was looking for, and gave a loud, raptor-like call in it's direction. It caused some Vikings to cover their ears.

The house of which she was trying to get attention from did not open it's doors. She quickly checked her burden before launching herself at the door, bursting through it forcefully. She screeched again, seeing the person she needed. Since she didn't have hands and she knew this person couldn't speak dragonese, she lunged at him, picking him up from the back of his clothes and pulled him back outside. She put him in front of the broken body she had retrieved, that was now surrounded by Vikings now she had left her guard. Puffing up her scales angrily, she charged at them, clearing the path for the healer. Snorting angryily at anyone who dared approach. She turned to make sure that Ari would look after the body.

The burden was Sven. He had a savage dragon bite in his side. Blood was getting everywhere.

[Your Humble GM]

It was a relatively quiet day, there had only been one or two visitors and no one staying in the house being healed at that moment. Ari was using the time to do an inventory and reordering of things. He did wish he could get a long term assistant; they kept getting pulled away for one reason or another. Sif was in another room cooking up some food.

Ari heard some noises outside the house, but at first paid no attention, there were always noises outside. Then there was a loud screech which scared everyone in the house. Ari didn’t really want to go out and have a look, but he had learnt that noises like that that close sometimes meant he was needed.

He grabbed his staff and started limping towards the front door. Before he could get to it though the door flew backwards, force of it knocking him to the ground. In the moment he was disorientated he heard the screech once more. At that moment Ari knew he was either needed or in need of a replacement.

Fortunately, since he was yet to train a latter, the dragon merely grabbed him and dragged him outside and placed him in front of a body. He quickly realised it was Sven, he was in a really bad way. Ari knelt down to take a look at him, annoyed that in the commotion which Hermes had caused, his staff was laying in his house still. “I need help getting him inside,” Ari called out, the things he needed were in his house, he hoped the dragon wouldn’t be too much trouble.

[Curtis Veen & Slity / Silvia]

Curtis brushed the small strands of hair out of his eyes that the wind seemed to want to keep pushing back in his face. After a while of doing so he just gave up on the mission and let his hair go where ever it wanted to dance and frolicked on his head. He walked through the village quietly and was just out for a walk at the time before he heard someone's voice from down the road slightly.

"I need help getting him inside."

The voice was familiar to him and sounded like Aris voice, but who could he possibly need help with? Curtis quickly made his way towards Aris home and it became clear what he needed help with once Curtis arrived at the older mans front door. He noticed Sven laying on the ground, for the most part what looked to him as Sven bleeding out. Curtis motioned to Ari back inside.

"Get inside and start grabbing what you need, Ill get him inside. " He watched as Ari retreated back into his home before looking down at Sven and kneeling down beside him. " Okay, try not to die on us Sven. " He made comment, mostly to himself as he slipped his arms under Svens body before gently and carefully lifting him up off the ground. He made his way inside Aris home and glanced around the room before Ari motioned him over to the beds. Curtis nodded and walked over to the nearest bed and lowered Sven down onto it before standing up. "What can I do to help Ari?" Curtis asked as he looked between Sven and Ari himself, waiting for a response from the man.

[Your Humble GM]

Ari saw Luna’s outsider boyfriend run over to them. The boy told Ari to get back into his house and he’d bring Sven in. Ari knew now wasn’t the time to let his pride slow him down, he was this island’s healer after all. The Shaman, after eyeing Hermes to make sure she wasn’t going to pull any stunts, turned and stumble limped back into his house. It was surprisingly hard to ham up his limp without his staff, but he hoped that how he’d gone back looked like how a staffless Ari should look like.

He turned and started to stumble back to his house. As he did he called his apprentice’s name, as he needed her help to get inside since his staff was lying inside. Once he’d gotten back inside and had his staff once more, he quickly moved into his work room and found the drugs and implements the healer thought he needed. Ari didn’t particularly like Sven or care that much if the outsider died or anything, but he did have a reputation to keep up and so he never really wanted to have someone die when they were in his care.



When Curtis came in with Sven, Ari motioned them over. Curtis asked what he could do, Ari got him and Ylva to get Sven’s clothes out of the way then quickly clean the wound as Ari made sure that Sven wasn’t going to feel the pain of how he was going to fix Sven as well as make sure Sven was still alive to begin with.



Once the wounds were ready, he started work on patching them up as best he could, with Curtis and Ylva helping in any way Ari could think of. It was sort of nice to actually have a third pair of hands in doing this work, especially since this boy seemed to be surprisingly competent for an undertrained teen. Ari wondered how much Luna used him as help.

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Leaping off her barrel upon which she was seating on, Ylva rushed over when loud noises and a bunch of commotion was going on from her right side. Seeing her teacher coming over with someone else carrying an injured person Ylva quickly took no time grabbing whatever utensil's Ari would eventually need, but saw the person known as Curtis was already in the ready of helping her own teacher out.

"What exactly happen?" she asked softly her eyes staring down at the outsider, whom she had forgotten the name of. But her eyes then looked down to notice a wound on his side indicated a savage attack. "What can I do Sir?" she asked her bright eyes wishing for more knowledge in the future field of hers.

Her ear's picked up what sounded like voices outside the door, and she moved softly to open the door, only to bring a finger to her lips as if to say 'quiet' and then slowly closed the door. Not knowing what else to do, Ylva just stood there until Ari asked for her assistance....though with only some knowledge in the shaman field Ylva wondered what she could do to help her almighty teacher.

[Sven Vellyn]

-Timeskip wooo, 3 days later-

For a few days, Sven would slip in and out of conscoiusness, but nothing sustainable. Each time he regained conscious feeling he was met with severe pain, making him pass out again. Sometimes he could hear voices, but he wasn't in a correct state of mind to put a name or a face to them.

One day Sven finally woke up. First he felt someone holding his hand, and his first instinct was to hold tight - he needed this basic human contact, after what he had just experienced. He didn't know yet that it had been three days since he had been brought to Ari's house. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking slightly in the dim indoor light. A blurry face came into focus, it was Kenna. He tried to speak, but instead coughed, which hurt a lot. He tried to give a painful smile, but he felt rather weak. He felt like he couldn't move around much, not yet. "Hey.." He managed to splutter quietly.

Sven didn't realise he was under the influence of some medicine, and it was making him a bit dozy, but it meant he could wake up without behing too hurt. Which meant he could actually have somewhat of a proper meal. He just needed to get sat up properly though, which his injuries would make things difficult. Sven remembered that he had got bitten by a dragon, and felt the tingling. He looked down and dared to peel away some of the blanket to see his torso more or less wrapped up in bandages, with a nasty red tinge coming through. It was enough to make Sven freak out a bit, he became a bit more aware and his breathing got faster, quickly hiding the sight. His gaze darted back to Kenna, more awake now.

"..H-how bad am I?" He asked slightly raspily. The more he spoke and the deeper he breathed, he could feel the sharp pains coursing thorugh his side. Sven was hurting, and was beginning to be afraid for himself, over worrying. He wanted to know how severe his injury was, since it happened so fast he hardly knew the extent of the action that happened... But at the same time... He'd rather not.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna did not react well when she found out about what had happened to Sven. Over the days since his admittance in Ari’s house Kenna had spent as little time on her work as she could conscionably do to sit by the dragonologist, praying to the gods for his safety and helping her uncle if he ever needed any.

She spent quite sometime of this just holding his hand, just hoping. He had been a good friend to her over the time he’d been here and the idea that one day he could die like this made her realise just how much constant danger he was putting himself through. He wasn’t a fighter and did not seem to have any form of defence training and he was going out of his way to find new and potentially dangerous dragons with the hope that Hermes would keep him safe…because it’s not like she could get hurt at all…

Her heart skipped a beat when Sven squeezed her hand. She looked at his face and stared as he slowly opened his eyes. She smiled emotionally as he smiled painfully and spoke. “H-hey there,” she said with a mixture of joy and blubbering in her voice. She watched as he looked about and examined his injuries under the blanket. He asked her how bad he was.

“Well…” She tried to think of a way to say it without causing him to worry. He wasn’t in a good state true but he was passed the worst of it, “You’re conscious so I think that means you’ll live,” she gave off a nervous laugh, the fear that she’d been with the last few days had a reason to release so she was probably going to be laughing a lot easier than before, “Uncle had said that if you woke then you’d have gotten through the worst of it.”

She pulled up his hand and laid her chin on her own hands while still holding his, “I’m so glad you’re alive Sven…What happened?”

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven watched as Kenna answered his question. Her laugh made him uneasy. His free hand clenched at his blanket. She hadn't said it, but it was implied that he had almost died. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He gave a hesitant squeeze of his hand, as he began to feel a throbbing pang in his abdoment. He didn't want to think about it, but it was hard to ignore. He was aware Kenna was holding his hand, but he wasn't ready to let go yet. Her hands were warm, and he needed the contact right now.

She asked him what happened. Sven frowned, trying to recall what happened. "Well... I was out looking for dragons, and I encountered a dragon. I did the whole standard thing, you know, to get a dragon calm, but this dragon just wouldn't. I must have missed out an element, and then everything just went blank... And here I am." Sven didn't know that Hermes had came to his aid quickly after, but he thought of his dragon.

"H-Hermes. Is she okay?" He realised if he knew she was hurt she would be protective and could have some volatile behaviour. "Has she hurt anyone?"

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Guh just got over the limit lol

FYI for Kenna's knowledge: Hermes flipped her shit, Luna tried to appease Hermes but almost got hurt if it wasn't for her dragon, but she was put under control and taken to the arena to blow off steam. And her primaries might have been trimmed - they'll grow back by the time Sven is fully released from Ari's care.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

The blacksmith watched as Sven thought about what had happened and started to explain what he could remember. Kenna didn’t know what she’d expected…or wanted to hear, maybe some form of extraordinary circumstances which could explain away some sort of fault in her mind, something that had caused his job to be more dangerous than usual. But no, operating procedure just went wrong. Maybe just a bad dragon, maybe he messed up this time. Either way his job had nearly killed him.

She did squeeze back when he did, she wanted him to feel safe, she knew he was still not in the clear totally, his wounds could get infected or something like that, but he was at least safe from dying for now. Sven then asked about his dragon. She tried to think of a good way to respond to that question. He even asked if she had hurt anyone.

“No,” she started, “she didn’t hurt anyone. She brought you to Uncle’s house to get you help, but… she was kind of hysterical due to the state you were in so the Vikings of the village captured her and took her to the arena for her safety and the safety of everyone around her.” A part of her felt bad saying this cause of the fact that Hermes had legit reasons to be like that, but she also knew that the village could not let a crazy dragon lose on the island.

Kenna’s mind moved back to how Sven had gotten like this. She kept thinking about his injuries as well as how Hermes had been on her cart all those months ago. The two of them were running about the island looking for danger. She tried to think of something to say, either some way of saying her thoughts or some way of moving her mind away from it.

All she could come up with was, “Do you want me to do anything?”

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven’s smile tweaks slightly, almost cringing at the thought of Hermes’ actions. He was thankful no one got hurt, otherwise he would have more to worry about than his current health. He knew Hermes would absolutely detest being cooped up in a cage, however.

“Is she still there? I’ll need to see her as soon as I can…” He was thankful for the village’s actions to keep the town safe as well as his dragon, even though he was an outsider. But he guessed the village’s safety was probably more important than Sven’s social status.

Kenna asked her if he needed anything. He thought for a moment, he had just got up, he had no idea how long he had been in and out of consciousness for. He felt slightly helpless and ashamed to ask, even though he was in his right. He felt his stomach gurgle, which sent shivers of pain to his sensitive wounds. The smell coming from

“I could eat, if I can without dying.” That was probably not the right word at the moment, but frankly it didn’t really occur to Sven. Perhaps it was the medicine twisting his words? He tried to make a move to push himself a little bit further up into a sitting position, but winced as he did so and slouched back on to back of the bed, waiting for the burst of pain to subside. He was moving too much, and he could feel it.

Sven and Ari weren’t on that great of terms, especially as Sven made a total fool of himself in front of the elder. He didn’t want to ruin the man’s work and ultimately make things worse for himself too.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

“Yea, she is right now. Wait until you’ve got some of your strength back before you think of doing that though.” Kenna had a feeling that Sven in a bad way would probably not be a good thing to show the ambassador, there would be a decent chance the dragon would get overly protective of Sven and make it harder to get him better.

When she asked if he needed anything he lay there for a moment before asking for food. His comment about dying did stab at her slightly, but she sort of instinctively reacted to it with an awkward smirk. She assumed it was just gallows humour on his part. He then tried to get up but then winced and slouched back before she could react.

“Sure,” Kenna muttered, then in a more confident and happy tone, “I’ll go get some soup for you. I’l be just a minute.” After a pause where she stayed in position, she lowered his hand back onto the bed and then, after absentmindedly stroking it with one finger, Kenna let go. She got up and walked out of the room and into more dining roomish area where Sif and Ari were at the time. “Sven’s awake,” she said to them, “I’m going to just make some food for him.”

Ari nodded to his niece before getting up and slowly hobbling off into the dragonologist’s room as Kenna got some recently cooked chicken soup and reheated it.

[Sven Vellyn]

There was a brief silence, before Kenna stroked his hand and left the room to get him some food. Suddenly alone, by himself in a room, injured and unable to move, he felt very helpless. He flexed his hand that Kenna had been holding, no longer recieving her warmth. A pang went through him - the sudden lonliness in his current state made him anxious, so he gripped his blanket slightly.

Giving him time to think meant more time to process what happened and the extent of the damage done to him. Before he could consider peeling back his blankets again to see something he would rather not, the door opened once again, and he let go of his grip. But instead of Kenna, it was Ari. He tried to move again into a more polite posture to recieve people, but failed once again.

"Hello Ari." Sven greeted, slightly feeling vulnerable and awkward, having little clothes, handicapped and in bed, alone in a room with an old man with a questionable personality, especially after having a tender moment with his niece moments earlier. He wasn't sure what Ari was going to do, whether he would give him medicine or replace his bandages, or something else.

He watched Ari do whatever he was doing, and as the light shone in the room he suddenly realised a few questions he could be asking. "Wh-what time is it? How long have I been out for?"

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(Who wouldn't feel vulnerable when they're incapable of even sitting up properly and shirtless when it's not really the correct situation, lol)

[Your Humble GM]

As Ari entered, he saw Sven was trying to sit up, probably thought it was the polite thing to do. It wasn’t and him doing that could damage his stitching. “Good afternoon Sven,” Ari said with decent bedside manner. He walked over to Sven’s bedside and sat in Kenna’s seat.

He pulled the sheet off of the dragonologist so that he could check on the wound and change the bandages. “It’s a bit after midday, we’re in the third afternoon since Hermes ripped my door off its hinges,” he added that last part since he was a bit bitter about that.

Once he removed all the bandages he inspected the wounds quickly, “You should live, provided don’t get infected with something,” he added honestly, the caveat was one that was part in parcel with any injury. He picked up some fresh bandages and started reapplying.

“What in Odin’s name were you doing to get these injuries?” Ari asked as he worked, “Generally I don’t have to deal with injuries like these when some Viking in training tries to tame a feral dragon. Was one crazy dragon not enough for you or do you just have a death wish?” He normally didn’t make insulting comments towards patients, but the amount that Sven had injured himself did rattle him slightly, as did his niece’s interest in him.

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven frowned as Ari told him about his front door. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I'll pay you back, I swear." Suddenly the healer pulled the blankets from him, letting the cold air rush over his body, giving him goos pimples. He also felt very vulnerable. Once again he saw the red tinge in his bandages, and didn't dare think what horrible things lay underneath them.

Ari quickly set to work and began to replace his bandage. As strips came off he could feel bursts of pain and a rythmic throbbing from the wound source. He looked away at first - but he realised he'd be having it for a while, if not with terrible, terrible scarring. He breathed in sharply at the sight but tried to remain calm. He also gritted his teeth as Ari applied some sort of paste, probably to help with the pain, but Sven wasnt a healer so for all he know the old man could be applying dragon snot and daisies and try to kill him.

Ari talked to him whilst he worked. He wasn't sure weather talking would be a good idea with his injuries exposed. It was obvious from Ari's tone of voice that he was very disapproving of the ordeal. Sven honestly didn't remember much - it had happened so fast and with little warning.

"I study dragons. It's an occupational hazard... I gues-Argh!." He seethed as a jolt of pain coursed through his body.

[Your Humble GM]

Ari smirked when the foreigner said he’d pay him back, How do you intend to do that? he thought to himself. When Sven said it was an occupational hazard, Ari chuckled, “Death wish it is then. Seems a pretty stupid occupation for someone as flimsy as you to be partaking in.”

He finished applying the medicines and started putting the new bandages on, he was slightly curious as to what the dragon that had mauled the dragonologist was, but he didn't feel like pressing the issue, given that his patient didn't seem to know. 

In the background Ari heard footsteps and noticed in his peripheral vision someone had walked in but he was too busy to look up. “I’ve err, got the soup for you…” Kenna said. Ari could notice the awkwardness in her voice, “Erm, Should I…?”

“No,” Ari muttered, knowing what she was trying to say, “I’ll only be another moment there’s no need for you to wait outside or anything like that.” He finished wrapping up the wounds in new bandages and then pulled the blanket back up. “You are staying this bed for a little bit, far away from crazy dragons, be they yours or wild ones, for the foreseeable future.”

(OOC: Just over the line, and yes I decided to give Kenna a colour, probably not one that's sticking, just felt that since I'm having her talk in Ari's post I should give it a colour xD.)