A Grand Day out (Sven, Kenna)

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Time and Date:: early-mid November, just after midday
Weather:: cold and cloudy
Previous Threads?:: Occupational Hazard

It had been a couple of weeks since Kenna had taken Sven’s measurements. Kenna had been surprisingly slow at making the clothes, mainly because she’d had to juggle her actual day job looking after Sven and keeping up some regards of her social life in Berk as well as work on this pet project of her. She wouldn’t do the work in front of Sven cause she wanted to keep what she was making a surprised, even though he did now know she was making it.

But she had finished the previous evening, she’d made him multiple sets of new shirts, trousers even some underwear with different stylings and fabrics. She’d made what she’d been doing into a much fuller project when she’d realised just how stupidly light weight Sven had been living the whole year, she’d know he’d been wearing that jacket and those same trousers the whole time, but now it seemed like his entire wardrobe comprised of one set. She’d also made him two jackets, one designed for Berk’s ‘summer’, so it probably would keep him about as warm as his old blue jacket did. The other was designed for winter weather, with a lot of fur and was made of relatively tough materials protect Sven a bit more if/when he next got on the bad side of a dragon.

Kenna completed her work though the morning, so she didn’t need to worry about it the rest of the day and then, after she cleaned herself up a bit and made sure she looked as nice as she could, collected all of the clothes she had made and took them to her uncle’s house. She thought about the her past few weeks with Sven. Over the previous week or so she’d been trying to get him to stand up and walk every now and then, just to make sure he didn’t start getting atrophy or anything like that. During the time they’d talked about many things. He’d been teaching her a lot about the different dragons he’d seen using his journal. He was very good at showing why he loved being a dragonologist and she was starting to learn some interesting stuff. She had talked to him about what was happening in the outside world and just generally tried to come up with interesting other topics to go though. The two had be a little bit more playful with each other since he’d had that weird drugged moment, though that was probably more just the fact he was more on the mend and so was better conversation. Still, what had happened was still running in her mind.

She finally reached Ari’s house, said hi to her aunt and uncle before moving into the back room. Kenna knew Ari wasn’t going to live with Sven much longer. He was basically at the point where he could walk again and the only reason why Sven hadn’t been set away with Ari coming to do home check-ups was because Sven didn’t have a home to be sent to. But her Uncle was going to force the outsider to leave sooner or later.

She opened the door to Sven’s room slightly awkwardly, since she had a large bundle of clothes in her arms, “Good afternoon, Sven.” She said chipperly as she moved over to the chair she normally sat on and put the clothes on it, “how are you doing?”

[Sven Vellyn]

After several seeks in bed he was a bit shaky on his feet. By himself he would just do a couple of slow laps around the room with a fur blanket wrapped around his shoulders to stay warm.

When Kenna had come to visit he was sat in bed studying his journal. He smiled as she came in and greeted her. "'Afternoon to you too, Kenna." He put down his journal and moved to sit at the edge of his bed. "I'm alright, thanks, how about you?"

Sven however was mostly intrigued by the package she had brought with her. "Is that what I think it is?" He asked, nodding what she had put on the chair.

He rid himself of his blankets and got up, stretching as much as he could without hurting himself. He was a bit wobbly on his feet but he could support himself. Kenna had been Sven's main source of company for the past few weeks, and he was used to seeing his bandages by now, and being a bit of a helpless weakling in front of her. So he wasn't really bothered that she saw him near-shirtless.

It was about time Sven had some new clothes.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

“Good,” she replied to his counter question, “Glad I’ve completed my duties at the forge for the day. Some idiot decided it would be a good idea to use a stone wall as a sparring partner so I had to make him a replacement,” one positive of having Scratchet as a sort of friend now, she was able to occasionally direct the nadder’s trollish nature towards people she was pissed off with.

She smiled when he asked about the bundle. “Yes it is.” she said. She instinctively moved to his side and offered some level of support as he stood up. He was slowly getting his walking back, but he still had some way to go.

“I...took the liberty of making some extra stuff for you to look at; given that as far as I know you only have one set of clothing,” she said in a semi joking manner. “I made you a number of different shirts, an extra set of trousers and a couple of pants,” she said that as quickly as possible cause she felt really awkward saying it out loud. “You don’t need to keep everything; I’m just hoping you like a set worth of it.” She stuck out her tongue at him for a moment.

“So, what do you want to try out first?” She asked.

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven appreciated Kenna coming to his side as he got up. He could get up but he honestly couldn't trust his body at the moment. He was certain he could walk fine - if his injury didn't hurt every time he made a move.

He made his way to the bundle, and brought it back to the bed where he could lay everything out so he could take a good look. There was quite the selection.

"You've outdone yourself, Kenna. Really. I'm not sure how I could pay you back." He said modestly. There really was a decent variety of clothes, some obviously meant for warmer weather and some meant for colder weather. He also spotted some things that looked like leather armour. That worried him, he wasn't really someone to go actively looking for trouble.

Kenna made a remark, sticking her tongue at him. He smiled. "I'm sure they'll all be useful to me. I wouldn't want any of this to go to waste." He ran is fingers through some furred garment.

Sven was silent as he mused over what to try. He felt the textures to make sure he didn't put something light on when he could tell from the drafts in the house that it was rather freezing outside.

Sven did't know too much about Viking fashion, so he decided to play it safe in case he got ridiculed. Not that he thought Kenna would make him look silly on purpose. To begin with, Sven picked out a basic attire - A woolen tunic that was dyed a greyish blue and a pair of brown trousers. Sven didn't touch the underwear. He was already wearing undergarments. He didn't want to make this weird.

"I'll try this on for now, see how it fits. We can mess around with the other stuff later." Motioning to the hoods, bracers and other add-on gear. Being already shirtless, he started with the tunic. The problem was, as he moved his upper body too much, it hurt him and his injury.

"Erm..." He started sheepishly, as he fumbled with the fabric. He didn't like asking for help for trivial things. He was so glad that he didn't have to be spoon-fed like a baby anymore. But he needed help again. "... Can you er, give me a hand? I still can't move that well..."

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna helped him get the clothes from the chair to his bed so he could get a good look at all of them. He thanked her and wondered how he would repay him, “It’s nothing, though I’m sure one of us will think of something eventually,” she said jokingly. She watched as he looked at all the different clothes, feeling them before grabbing a few of the more plain base clothes. “Sure,” she said smiling when he said he’d start with them then mess with the other stuff later.

The both looked at the tunic and Sven let out and erm. Kenna realised what he was about to ask and knew he was going to find it awkward to do so. “Sure,” she said gleaming in a comforting manner. He helped slip the tunic over his arms and gently helped get it over his head, trying to move his body in the least painful way for him that she could, though she knew she could only be so successful in that.

Once the tunic was on she inspected how he looked, “Might have been able to take another inch off the waist,” she muttered, “though that probably would have made it even harder for you to put it on in your current sate. Still, it looks good.” She looked over the trousers which Sven wanted to try on next, though she did feel like it would be really awkward for her to help him with putting them on. “Do you want me to help with changing your trousers or would you rather try to do that by yourself?”

[Sven Vellyn]

"Thanks." Sven tried not to move much as Kenna helped him with the shirt. At some points he could feel his wound hurting him, but he tried not to make a fuss. He tugged at the fabric so it fit properly. It felt a little loose around the middle, to which Kenna could see, but Sven waved it off. "I'd rather not have too much pressure on my injury," Sven requested. "Which probably means I can't wear the belt.. But I guess we'l see, wont we?"

Kenna then asked about the trouser department. Sven reddened a little bit. "Erm. I think I can do this one on my own... I mean, unless you want to?" He said cheekily, totally expecting to get a smacked for it. He never meant it in a lewd way, but it certainly came off as such.

To be honest though, Sven needed a little privacy so he asked Kenna to turn away or leave the room. He got changed quickly enough without hurting too much. He pulled on some socks, which he gladly appreciated. Walking around barefoot on the wooden floorboards had led to recieving a few splinters.

He called Kenna back when he was done. "So, how do I look?" He said, opening his arms a bit and moving this way and that, as much as he could with his injury. "Everything feels like it fits." Sven couldn't help but give a grin. "I'll bet I don't look like an outsider anymore, that's for sure."

[Kenna Sigmundr]

She felt like making a comment about him not wearing a belt but decided against it. He blushed slightly when she asked if he wanted to do it on his own, before making a suggestive comment. It did catch Kenna off guard a bit, it did feel sort of out of character for him, but in other ways not. She smirked, blushing a bit herself, “As much as I’d love to,” she said in a sarcastic manner, “I somehow think that whether I’d be allowed to is still up to you.”

As Kenna had assumed, Sven asked for privacy after that, so Kenna turned round and waited for him to tell her he was ready. She could hear the clothes moving and Sven’s occasional grunts due to the pain from his wounds, though she could tell it wasn’t too bad for him. As she listened her mind started to imagine what was going on behind her, though she knew she probably shouldn’t.

After a minute or so, Sven said she could turn round and asked how he looked. Everything fitted him great, she’d done quite well on these clothes at least. She laughed slightly when he commented that he must not look like an outsider anymore, “I wouldn’t go that far,” she said as she walked towards him. She thought about it for a moment while gazing at him, “Then again, we do have a lot more scrawny Vikings than there used to be so I guess you could pass for one of them,” she mockingly said. She looked up at his face and placed her hand against the beard he’d acquired over the weeks (I’m assuming he’d have grown one over this time xD), “This thing probably helps your case a bit.”

She looked back at the bed for a moment then back to Sven, removing her hand as she did so. “You want to stay here and try out other stuff, or do you wanna grab your coat and get some fresh air for the first time since you got here?”

[Sven Vellyn]

"Oh, Kenna, give an injured man some leeway here," he replied, feigning hurt as Kenna played off his remark. He made a noise of disappoint when she twisted the knife in the wound.

"H-hey, I'm not that scrawny.." He cut himself off though as Kenna placed a hand on his hairy face. "Yeah... I need a shave. Oh, you caught me. Maybe I'm not so Viking after all!" He was of course, making reference to the many Vikings of berk who had more hair covering their body than actual clothing.

"I think I'm good. Hopefully I look alright? I'll just put on some warm things and then we'll go out. I'm dying for some fresh air." He inspected the other clothing, putting the other garments aside so only accessory like garments remained. He pulled up the stranger leather chest piece he had been eyeing, that just seemed to be ribbons of leather and buckles. It was all undone so it looked a little weird. "Is this armour?" He asked questionably. Indeed, he even spotted a pair of bracers in the pile. It was a little disconcerting. It wasn't like he was looking to get hurt. He'd never needed armour before.

Finally Sven picked up some short furred armcuffs and a furred jacket for now. He sat back down to pull on his new furry boots. With the extra layers he was suddenly feeling very warm and snug.

He grinned. Sven was rather excited now. It had been a while since he had been out. He was was curious to see Hermes, but he didn't know if she'd be around. One could hope.

They finally stepped outside. The frigid air hit Sven and he almost felt like he had lost accustom to it. He felt like his lungs had turned to ice. He squinted a little at the change in light, even though it was cloudy. But after being cooped up in Ari's house, the fresh salty air was welcome. He was glad to actually see some dragons, too. He supposed that Kenna wouldn't dare let him get anywhere near one, though, not even the most docile of Gronckles.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

“Why? You think the scars will make you more Vikingy?” Kenna jibbed at Sven when he tried to use the cripple card. He argued that he wasn’t Scrawny, no, you aren’t, Kenna thought to herself. It had been something she had kind of known the entire time she had known Sven, but his hoodie had always covered his body and so hid the fact that he actually had a slightly althletic build to him. Not extremely so, but his constant riding and adventuring had obviously done his body many favours.

Kenna giggled when Sven joked about Vikings and their beards, “It’s okay, I preferred most of them before they stopped shaving,” she’d never really liked kissing a guy with a beard, though she would occasionally live with it, depending on the guy behind the beard. He then agreed to leaving, and started looking at the clothes for his new coat, “You look perfect…in my opinion.” She muttered the second half and blushed slightly, she’d said the first line with more emotion than she’d intended.

Sven then asked if she had made him armour. She shifted a little before answering, “Maaaaaybe. Look, I know you’re not looking for trouble when you’re going out there, but something like this could make a big difference if trouble does happen. I just want to make sure you’re safe.” She gave a nervous smile. He finally grabbed this winter jacket and boots. Kenna helped in get into them, even helping with the boots.

Sven grinned his adorable grin once more and Kenna finally led the dragonologist outside into the November cold. As they left, Kenna started thinking about where they should go. She felt like she should get him to walk and she kind of wanted to leave the village for a bit anyway, but she didn’t want to go to the beach as that would spring memories of the last time she walked a injured foreigner there. She then had an idea of where to go that was relatively close. “Want to see if you can walk to the cove? We could rest there for a bit and see if there’s anything of interest there.” she looked encouragingly at him.

[Sven Vellyn]

It had been far too long that Sven had stepped outside. After being cooped up, stepping outside was almost like a sensory overload that Sven had almost missed. The light of the sun and snow, the people and dragons, the wind and the salty air.

Kenna suggested they try walk to the cove. He thought about it, but not for long. "Alright, let's see how I do then. If I go easy I'm sure I could make it over there." He intentionally offered his arm to Kenna's. He realised it might come off weird, but Sven needed the physical support at first.

At first Sven was tentative about walking so far as he got into it, but he quickly got used to it, save for the throbbing nuisance in his side. He figured that'd just have to be something to deal with, though he worried if the injury would start bleeding again.

Depending on the terrain, Sven was more or less uncomfortable. He had enjoyed the familiar sea breeze from crossing the bridge to the main island, making him miss flying. He knew it would be a while before Kenna let him anywhere near a dragon, let alone ride one.

The forest floor on the way to the cove was a little trickier. There was all sorts of hidden dangers on the floor, like stones roots, and uneven terrain. If it wasn't for Kenna he may have done worse than a few stumbles.

It was slow going, but they finally made their way to the cove. Once out of the forested area, a breeze could be felt. Sven peered over the edge into the area, and observed a small pack of Terrible Terrors fly by.

"Well... I made it. How'd I do?"

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Sven accepted Kenna’s suggestion, offering his arm. She accepted it making sure that she held it in a way that helped support him, though she still subconsciously went for a rather couple-y hold, though more out of old habits than anything else.

The walk was slow but steady; Kenna was able to effectively guide him through the village out into the forest. The undergrowth was a bit of a problem, but the two were able to traverse it without any real incident. Kenna did keep aware of her surroundings the entire journey, she was slightly nervous of any dragons; especially given than even a friendly one could accidentally hurt Sven merely by aggravating the injury.

They finally came to the edge of the cove. Sven asked as they got there how she thought he did. “You make it sound like I’m grading you,” She said indignantly. She then paused before saying “C-,” and promptly stuck her tongue out at him. “Come this way, I know an easy-ish path down,” she’d needed to have a good route over the years just because she didn’t trust herself on climbing. This small trek, while easier for Sven than any other possible route, was still troublesome and Kenna did her best to support him throughout.

Finally they got down to the bottom, “There,” Kenna breathed with a sigh of relief, “that wasn’t so hard.” They weren't too far from the lake or some decent rocks to sit on. Kenna was about so suggest they sit when She heard some noises from across the cove. She expected it to be the Terrors they had seen when at the top, but they had gone. A different dragon was there in its stead.

(OOC: Yep, I’ve just decided to leave that to you )

[Sven Vellyn]

Kenna lead Sven down a relatively pathway, though with his injury he still had a little difficulty. He was worried about the getting back up part afterwards, but he figured he could work that out later.

"Yeah, it's easier when you don't have a massive bite mark in your side," He jibed. They couldn't do much else as they heard some large noises, but not the source. Sven tensed, he was not in the best position, and he was sure even a non-tracker class would be able to smell a faint blood smell from him. It could possibly send any nearby dragon big enough into a feeding frenzy.

Suddenly there was a flash of bright colour in the corner of his eye, he looked up and saw an electric blue scuttleclaw burst through the undergrowth, and fluttered down to the water's edge for a drink, some distance away.

"Aaw." His voice faltered a little. He hadn't seen a Scuttleclaw for a while. It might be biased, but it was one of his favourite dragons.

The hyperactive dragon didn't take long to get distracted from it's thirst and notice the couple, eagerly bounding up to them. For their pleasant and curious attitude, in theory, with their bubbly and curious temperment, they were easy to train. Teaching them to watch their strength and control their hyperactiveness was another story.

The beast made no hesitation to come up close. Just as Sven feared, the dragon nudged slightly forcefully into his midsection, catching a whiff, before "helping" by giving him a wet slobbery lick down his front. He almost fell over if he hadn't held onto the dragon for dear life.

"Haha-Ow no!" He laughed, but pushing the dragon's head away, not that it did much to the powerhouse. "Don't worry about me, I'm good." With those words the Scuttleclaw was eager to meet his other "new friend".

He tried to scoop off Scuttleclaw-saliva from his brand new clothes as he had a little break. He watched the dragon inspecting the hopefully stronger Kenna. "You just have to be firm with them." He commented. The interaction hurt him a bit but he wasn't gonna let it on that he was *that* weak in front of a dragon.

"Heh. You silly. You kinda remind me of Braig." He said without really thinking about it. He realised what he just said though and felt rather sheepish.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna heard Sven’s jibe but ended up ignoring it because of the noise. She saw the Scuttleclaw cine spring into view. The blacksmith got into a slightly defensive position, slightly worried about the possible injuries this hyperactive dragon could inadvertently do to Sven. She then heard Sven naww at the dragon, causing her to look at him. She’d never realised he liked Scuttleclaws.

When she turned back she saw the dragon bound towards them. Kenna braced herself, knowing the surprising strength of the dragons. It moved to nuzzle Sven and Kenna reacted in the same way as Sven to try and push it back. Sven seemed to enjoy the attention though doing his best to stop it from hurting him. Once he told the Scuttleclaw he was it turned its attention to Kenna and proceeded to lick her.

She smiled slightly, crouching down slightly, “hello there,” she said holding the dragon back, “you’re a strong little monster aren’t you.” she said jokingly. Kenna was marginally stronger than Sven and didn’t have an injury so was able to hold it back without too much trouble. She heard Sven comment about a name Kenna hadn’t heard before. She looked up to him, “Braig, who’s Bra-oh crap.”

The distraction had cost Kenna as the Scuttleclaw was able to get the upper hand and pushed Kenna to the floor accidently, proceeding to lick her further. Wanting to just end it there, Kenna’s hand shot to under the dragons chin and started scratching it until she hit the right spot and the Skuttleclaw collapsed in contentment on top of Kenna, but she was able to push him off her and sit up.