A Beautiful Day; A Face-full of Snow [Open]

[Eyvin Hagniston]

Time and Date::  

Solid enough into Devastating Winter, the sun is new in the sky. 

Weather:: 

The day above is clear with snow covering the ground (and everything else) and people are out doing what they can during this time-out. 

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It’s sunny out, for once, amidst Devastating winter. Eyvin burst out of his home excitedly, having been stuck inside for multiple days, he was ecstatic to finally have a chance to get some sun rays on him. The stick of winter kept him in his heavy clothes so he was slower than usual, but the speed at which he flung his door open caused a small avalanche of snow to fall from the overhang of his roof and onto him. Eyvin scrunched his nose in disgust and shook his arms, “Agh, not cool..! Freezing!” He brushed the pile of white crystals off of him but there was still the stiff layer that is, once coated on your clothes, not going anywhere unless melted and dried off.

Once thoroughly satisfied with the amount of snow removed from his garb, Eyvin’s green eyes were watching with anticipation as if he expected something to happen.
“Alright, let’s do this!”
With a grin on his face and his big fluffy boots trudging through the thick snow, he shuffled towards the square to see if he could talk with anyone else who was enjoying the “beautiful” day.

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After a few trips onto the ground and a couple mouthfuls of snow to the face, Eyvin made his way to the square where people were already out and about with their dragons and the rest of their families. Some were just chatting, others clearing away snow, and a couple people had made their way onto the backs of their dragons and were enjoying a stunning afternoon soaring through the sky. Eyvin ran to the center and tripped once again, repeating the snow-to-face pattern from earlier.

[Hammerfist The Boar Rider]

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jensson! Dusty didn’t mean to break it!” “Get OUT of here and go ‘help’ someone else!” The viking woman then slammed the door with enough force that it could have broke.

Now once again outside in the cold, the young boy looked to his fuzzy companion. “It’s okay Dusty, we’ll find something else to do today.” The boar responded with an annoyed grunt as Hammerfist pulled on the lead.

Despite being not that successful at helping someone this time, it was a great day out for the time of year! Meaning that there would be more people to run into. “Surely there’s someone that needs our help!” And so the duo continued into the more busy parts of Berk, which would be the village square.

Sure enough there was plenty of people out doing things. The boy set his sights on one of the people busy clearing the new snowfall from the previous day. As he half-dragged Dusty to his destination, the boar suddenly decided to stop in her tracks. “Aw, Dusty c’mon!" Pull as he might, Dusty refused to move, instead continuing to sniff at the snow covered ground ground.

Suddenly the tables turned, and it was Dusty who was leading the orphaned boy despite his protesting. Her nose had caught the slight scent of fish and was determined to find the source. Then at last she found it, lying in the cold snow.

Surprised at the sight his boar led him to, Hammerfist no longer cared that he was dragged away from his previous destination. The shovelling vikings could wait, right here was someone who had fallen down, and now HE was going to be the one to help them up.

“Hey are you alright?” Hammerfist reached down to help up the fallen viking. There was something familiar about him, but until he saw their face he wouldn’t be able to place where he might have seen them before.

[Eyvin Hagniston]

Eyvin flailed around for a bit on the ground and looked up at the sound of a voice, face still half submerged in the snow. "Yeeaah, I'm alright. It's not the first time today." He reached for the outstretched arm and pulled himself up. One he had comfortably regained his balance he began to repeat the motions of brushing off snow that he had done earlier. He grinned to his saviour, obviously pleased to be talking to someone. His face was hued red, particularly in the cheek and nose area, probably due to the combination of snow to the face, and plain excitement.



Risen and satisfied with his current condition, he examined the boy who helped him and deduced he was around the same age as him. The second thing he noticed, surprisingly, was the boar that stood snuffling about him. “Whoa! Awesome…”


He looked back to the boy and squinted, “Do I know you?” He drew out his words questionably then shrugged. “My name’s Eyvin Hagniston, son of Harl Hagniston, the best fisher Berk has ever seen!.. Maybe.” Probably not. Either way, he threw out his hands dramatically and swiped them over the distant horizon. Eyvin’s eyes sparkled with pride for his father and his own main profession, “Pleased to meet you, unless I’ve already met you, then pleased to see you again... Sorry if I’ve met you already, but yeah, nice to see you! I’m glad to talk with you.” He continued to babble for a second, REALLY HAPPY to talk to someone.

[Hammerfist The Boar Rider]

Hammerfist couldn’t help but release a slight chuckle when the other boy mentioned he’d fallen multiple times today. “Hey happens to the best of us!” While somewhat heavier than expected, helping the other boy up wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. “I know I’ve fallen face first into the snow many times before. Dirt as well,” he commented with a grin, clearly showing the missing tooth in front.

Looking at his face for identification purposes, he noticed just how red it was. Then it hit him! He’s seen this guy at the docks a few times whenever Dusty happened to be hungry. Before he could comment on that though, the other boy took notice of Dusty.

A cocky yet proud smile overcame Hammerfist’s features at the reaction. “Yeah, Dusty’s pretty great! Rode him right into town myself! Of course… I can’t really ride him anymore,” he added a bit sheepishly. “I’m too big now. But he can still carry stuff around!” Of course, the animal wasn’t actually male like Hammerfist thought, but nobody’s corrected him so far, nor have they bothered to check to confirm this.

As the other boy started introducing himself, the orphan realized two things. One, he now has a name to put to a face. Two, he’s the son of a fisher, so he was probably correct in thinking he saw Eyvin somewhere near all the boats.

“My name’s Hammerfist Claesson! Son of-" He paused a brief moment before completely changing his sentence. "Uh, anyway, I'm The Boar Rider! But Hammy is fine too if you want,” he added quickly, though the fact that he couldn’t really use the title anymore (since he got too big to ride a boar) and have it make sense was completely lost on him though.

“Well you might have seen me before, I know I’ve definitely seen you around. Dusty loves finding any fallen fish near the docks!” His stomach growled loudly at the mention of food, but he ignored it because he wasn’t done talking yet. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you properly Eyvin!” He then thrust out his hand, Eyvin seemed like the kind of guy who’d appreciate a good handshake and now was a good time as any to give one.

In all the excitement, Hammerfist stopped paying attention to Dusty. The boar was still sniffing at Eyvin, he smelt like fish to her after all. Then as a test, she decided to nibble at the bottom of his pants just to see if it was edible.

[Jokul & Starkad]

It was a relatively peaceful day in the viking village. The snow gave it a strange 'quiet air' feeling. That is, it stayed that way until what looked like a blur of color zoomed past the Berkian's huts. Before anyone could try to stop it, a shout rang out, "Starkad! You put that down right now!" Trailing not far behind was a young man who was running awkwardly after it.

By now, everyone who'd been curious as to what the 'thing' was, had their questions answered. The adolescent hobblegrunt caused enough trouble so that those who didn't know her, either quickly loved her, or hated her; farmers usually being the latter. 

"STARKAD!" The dragon only took the yell as incentive to run faster. The furry boot hanging from her mouth bounced up and down at every step, brushing against her nose constantly.

You might ask why she took her rider's shoe, but the only reasonable answer she'd give would be, "Big brother was being boring". It wouldn't be the first time she'd done this to him either. Sometimes she even managed to snatch other vikings' boots.

The hobblegrunt turned her body to round a corner, but ended up slipping in the snow when her claws couldn't find traction. To anyone watching, the tumble looked serious, but the small dragon merely shook her body free of the white powder, and continued running as if nothing had happened.

When Starkad spotted her favorite "big-toothed sheep" up ahead, her previous mission was forgotten. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she snuck closer, using one of the humans to block herself from its view. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly hiding well from the viking her 'toy' was chewing on.

All the while, Jokul's shoe swayed back and forth from the tooth it was still hooked on.

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[ooc- Juju, I'm just assuming that Dusty and Starkad have met before, but I can change it if you want me to
And Dineo, since Jokul and Eyvin are the same age, they'd most likely be in the same ViT class, so he'd probably know Jokul/Starkad too]

[Eyvin Hagniston]

Eyvin nodded and grinned while Hammerfist spoke, “I see, I see.” He continued to wonder if he had known him before-hand but then his question was answered for him and he held out his left hand then tapped his right fist on it’s palm, “Yeah! I’ve seen you before! Dusty usually first, but you’re not always far behind I assume.”



He scratched the side of his face with his hand and then ran it under his nose, sniffling. Using his other hand he reached out and reciprocated Hammerfist’s handshake, “Nice ta meetcha properly as well!” Eyvin started to say while looking at him before turning his view down to the boar that was scuffling about his legs, his brows furrowed questionably until Dusty started to nibble at his pants, “Ah! Not food!” He lifted the leg that was being snacked upon to avoid further damage.



At hearing the semi-familiar yell from a distance he swiveled to see where it came from without thinking, being excited and all, unfortunately that was a bad move and he ended up falling again due to his leg still being in the air. “AW, COME ON!” Eyvin closed his eyes and let out a whine of sorts as he was falling, “What’s wrong with me today? I mean, I fall sometimes but not this much usually.” He surrendered to the snow and looked around for the source of the earlier yelling, surprisingly, he didn’t have to look far because the one who was being yelled at was already pretty darn close. Eyvin grinned eagerly as he spotted the dragon that was eyeing towards this direction, “Starkad!” he laughed and pointed at the hobblegrunt.

[Hammerfist The Boar Rider]

Edit: [ooc] I can't believe I forgot to copy-paste the first three paragraphs in this reply. T_T

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Shortly after telling Eyvin where he’d seen him, the fisher boy confirmed that he had seen him and Dusty. “Oh yeah, gotta stay close to him. Never know when somebody… y’know,” he gave a quick glance to Dusty before bringing his voice down to a whisper, “wants boar for lunch.”

Hammerfist was pleased when Eyvin accepted the handshake. What surprised him was the lack of hand crushing force that other vikings tended to use. What he noticed most though was what felt to be a particularly large scar.

He was about to ask about it until he followed Eyvin’s gaze downward just as “DUSTY! Stop that!” He pulled on the lead to get the boar to stop, resulting in an angry snort from Dusty. Unfortunately with his decision to hold Dusty back, he wasn’t able to keep Eyvin from falling once again.

Hammerfist wasn’t focused on the background noise, instead he felt the need to help the other boy up again and lent his hand out once again. “Maybe Loki decided to play a joke on you today?” It would certainly answer the question of why the boy kept falling today. Despite lending out his hand, Eyvin didn’t reach for it, instead he looked like he wanted to become one with the snow.

Dusty still wanted to nibble more at the fallen boy, but with Hammerfist holding tightly to the lead, she could only sniff in the direction of the fishy smell. Though another smell entered her nose, making her straighten up and her hairs bristle. She knew that smell anywhere, and it belonged to a rather annoying dragon.

She turned her head in the direction the dragon would be in, and snorted. When she first encountered the Hobblegrunt she fled in fear, but after many unwelcome interactions she learned that sometimes she could hold her ground. With so much room to move though, she would most likely decide to run.

The sudden change in behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by her owner. “Dusty what’s wrong?”

“Starkad!”

“Starkad?” Hammerfist turned his head in the direction the grounded boy was pointing and sure enough, the colour changing dragon was there with a boot in her mouth. ‘Oh no…’ In his experience, the dragon usually caused problems for him. Mostly because Dusty would run off and he’d have to chase after.

Not today though! In a swift motion he picked up the boar… well, tried to. The moment he got Dusty a foot off the ground the boar began squealing and kicking, resulting in Hammerfist landing butt first into the snow. The lead he once held dropped and tangled loosely around his foot.

[Jokul & Starkad]

In Starkad's eyes, anything and everything could be turned into a game, which is exactly how she viewed the boar in front of her. Her tail swished back and forth as she took slow, deliberate steps, never taking her eyes off of Dusty. This focus was broken though, when Eyvin laughed in her direction. Immediately, she popped her frill open and hopped over to him, leaving her 'big-toothed sheep' forgotten.

Having someone just plain touch her was more enticing than running any day. So the first thing she did was shove her nose underneath the boy's arms. The hobblegrunt didn't really give him a chance to even get up as she prodded further. "Scratch me! Scratch me!"

If it weren't Eyvin, she might've not been as persistent, but she knew she had no competition for his attention. Without a dragon of his own, Starkad found that he was more generous in his scratches. Or at least, that's how she saw all the vikings younger than Jokul.

No doubt she looked like a lap dog the way she rolled over and put her head across his lap. This, at least managed to dislodge the boot from her jaws. "Quick! Scratch me before big brother finds me!" She whined and nosed his hands further.

And then two separate sounds spooked the dragon. One from Dusty's protesting, and the other from her rider as he rounded the far corner. "Starkad! You'd better hope that I can still use that boot!" The hobblegrunt's colors flashed teal and green in fear.

Once again, her attention shifted to Dusty, and in turn, Hammerfist as well. Chase toothy sheep? Hide? Give boot back? This was basically Starkad's thought process. Obviously, she wouldn't be giving Jokul back his foot garment, and chasing her toy seemed like the better option. Just when she got to her feet, Jokul's voice sounded again, "If you run, you're not getting any fish tonight!"

With that in mind, she cozied back up to Eyvin, hoping he'd be her shield when Jokul started yelling at her again.

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[ooc- Dineo, since I didn't really read over Eyvin's app yet, I'm only assuming he'd be more than happy to scratch her ]

[Brynhilder and Shock]

Bryn watched the unraveling scene with an ever-growning grin plastered on her face. When the pig-owner (his name was Hammerfist, if she remembered correctly) attempted to pick up his boar and was promptly knocked over, she let out a laugh.

This woke Shock up from her doze, making the dragon shake her head - and dumping Bryn, who had been sitting on top of her dragon's head, face-first into the snow.

"Hey!" She yelped, as soon as her face was clear of the (in her opinion) far-to-large snowdrift she'd landed in. Flailing about in an attempt to free herself, she soon gave up and glared at the unimpressed Shock.

"What was that for?" She complained, kicking out with her feet in a renewed attempt to gain some purchase.

"You know what," Shock huffed. "You woke me up. I was sleeping."

'You woke me up. I was sleeping,' Bryn mimicked silently, getting to her feet.

"You're not hurt, stop complaining," Shock rebuked. Bryn merely shrugged.

"Have it your way," she said, loosing interest in the conversation. Looking back over at the boys, she saw the hobblegrunt snuggle up to the not-boar one - "I think that's Eyvin," Bryn mused - as another boy shouted about a boot and -

"If you run, you're not getting any fish tonight!"

Shock raised her head at the mention of fish, then looked at Bryn.

"It's considered polite to introduce oneself to people one watches..." She wheedled.

Bryn groaned. "Fine, fine," she muttered, standing up and brushing snow off of her. "I liked that vest," she muttered. "Mam made it for me."

Shock looked about as guilty as it was possible for her to look - which is to say, not very.


[OOC - I assumed since they were all ViT's, that Bryn would know at least their names. If you want me to change it though, I will!]