Boot To The Head [OPEN]

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Time and Date:: Mid-afternoon; Day before the dragons leave for Snoggletog
Weather:: Frigid temperatures with a light snowfall

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With Snoggletog fast approaching, everyone was doing their best to prepare for the festivities. And most of the village was in a more cheery mood. Well, one of them wasn't very cheery at all. No, he was downright sour today.

Osvald had been working on making some warm footwear for the season, and while this should have been his favorite time of year since the dragons would be leaving, it was also his most hated time of year. Mostly because one particular dragon loved to cause more mayhem than normal to compensate for the time away from Berk.

"Bug BreaaaAAAAATH!" All morning until now the cobbler had been trying to get some work done, but his "lovingly adopted" Terror Pack was giving him absolute Hel, and one of them kept egging the rest on.

It was quite a sight really, the shop was a mess, boots and shoes were littered all over the floor, with a rather angry viking running around the room as a bunch of Terrors tossed the merchandise just out of his reach. To top it off, there was a very confused looking Gronckle in the corner watching the whole thing.

«And whatcha gonna do 'bout it Grump-Grump? Hey Tays, catch!» The light purple Terror known as Bug Breath tossed the boot being held over towards a green tailless one.

«I'm going to FINISH you!» While not exactly what the angry man meant to say, it was close enough. He then turned his attention to the confused Gronckle. «Gummy bears go M' help or not?»

«What?» This only confused the Gronckle further, it was hard enough trying to follow what what happening around him. Meanwhile the Terrors started laughing uncontrollably.

«You suck at speaking our language Grump-Grump!» The mother of the pack, Zippy, chimed in with her teasing. This only served to anger Osvald further. This continued for some time until one of the Terrors missed the tossed boot and it crashed through the window. There was a brief moment of silence before Osvald interrupted it, followed by more Terrible laughter.

"NOW look what you've done" «your stupid Dragon!» While they were all being loud enough for others to hear, with the window now broken, everyone nearby could hear every word much more clearly.

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[ooc] For those wanting to know what Osvald was trying to say, here's the translations in order of appearance.

1. "I will END you!"
2. "Gummy are you going to help me or not?"
3. ..."you stupid DRAGONS!"

[Sigrid and Smudge]

Sigrid turned towards the house, where the sound of a massive argument in Dragonese was bubbling out the windows. Ever the stickybeak, Sigrid beckoned over her dragon to help her see into the window.
<<You're a right freak,>> Smudge sighed. <<If you're not stalking that foreigner you're sneaking peeks into people's houses>>
<<Shut it, dragon>> Sigrid snapped, clambering awkwardly up on Smudge's outstretched wing, swearing quietly as she stepped on Smudge's small saddlebag, which had her slightly battered hookah in it. The smoking device creaked ominously, and she hoped she hadn't broken it. That would suck. A lot.

The first thing she noticed was the gods-damned terror song. She immediately hissed in fury and annoyance; the burbling, gurgling and shrieking just annoyed the right royal hell out of her.
"Can nobody shut those gods-damned creatures up?" she demanded of the air, peering in the window. She was surprised by what she saw; what could only be described as a Terror Party.

Tiny, multicolored dragons shot in every direction, attacking random shoes and singing incessantly. Sigrid stuck her fingers in her ears, but that made her lose her balance, and she ungracefully fell straight in through the window.
<<Idiot,>> came the voice of her dragon.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

While the Terrors were busy tossing footwear all over the place to further infuriate the viking man, only Gummy noticed there was someone suddenly looking through the window a boot previously flew through.

'What’s she doing?’ The Gronckle seemed to have forgotten momentarily about all the chaos around him and instead turned all his focus on the stranger looking through the glass, er, lack of glass. As he made his way over, the woman suddenly lost balance and fell through into the store. Now he could see her more clearly and recognized her as someone that his human would occasionally make a few verbal jabs towards, but not much else. This gave him an idea.

Of course, the Gummy wasn’t the only one to notice the intruder. A red Terror that was busy gnawing on one of the shoes noticed her as well and decided to join the Gronckle for… whatever it was they were plotting. The Terror decided to have some fun by dropping the soggy shoe onto the viking lady before going over to investigate her footwear. «I could use a new chew toy. The other one was getting stale.»

The presence of the Terror ruined Gummy’s plan though, he intended on sitting on her legs. Then he decided on a different idea, similar to the first. «Y’know, it’s rude to enter a shop through the window.» His right front foot moved to keep her pinned on the floor. He became surprised quickly at the force of something hitting his tail, followed by a thud. Osvald had just tripped over the new obstacle… «Oops…»

More Terrible laughter rippled through the store as the man got up from his faceplant. “What the HEL is your tail doing there?” Then he saw the woman his dragons were currently harassing, a look of surprise gracing slowly overcoming his previous look of anger. “And what are YOU doing here? How did you even get in?!” A moment of recognition finally hit him as he got a better look at her. He couldn’t remember her name, but he knew her as “the one-eyed freak face.” Good times those were, back when he wasn’t surrounded by the annoying noisy fiends behind him.

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[ooc] sooooo many characters what have I done to myself xD

[Sigrid and Smudge]

Sigrid attempted to lift her head; there was a Terror on her legs and a gigantic Gronckle foot was practically crushing her back. She groaned and looked for a witty remark.
"Wondering how many of your Terrors I could shoot for singing that loudly," she got out, although sounding snarky was difficult when you were having troubles inhaling enough oxygen. "It sounds worse than Smudge when he's got diarrhoea,"
<<I heard that,>> came the green Flabbermunch's slightly hurt response. <<And I've never had diarrhoea. Stop lying>>
Sigrid groaned and flapped her feet.
"Well, that, or I wanted new boots. Smudge buried this one a while back when I was talking to Ifrit on that hill, and it's gone floppy and gross."
She looked up, grinning.
"I remember you, Sand-guy," she said cheekily. "You used to get in the dragon dung all the time for throwing sand at people during fights, you sneaky guy. Not a bad technique, although kinda rude."
She punched the Gronckle's leg lightly.
"Oi, chubba. Mind giving me my spine back? I heard it's important for, you know, living and stuff. Not that any of that stuff is necessary or anything, just a crazy diplomat's whims..."
She looked up at the Gronckle.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Osvald openly smirked when the woman opened her mouth to speak. “Be my guest! They’ve been annoying me all day.” He didn’t really mean it, but he wasn’t about to let that be known to anyone.

He was then alerted to another dragon in the vicinity, just outside the window. A Flabbermunch to be precise. ‘Maybe it’s better she didn’t use the door,’ he just fixed it a week ago after Gummy broke it again, and this dragon was about the same width by the looks of things.

Despite the sudden movement of the viking woman’s feet, Boot Licker still stayed clamped down on her boot, eventually being flung off with said boot. Chirping at the impact from where he landed, he growled and began to chew on his new prize. While it tasted a bit funny, he kept chewing it for the texture, it wasn’t like the ones in the shop.

At the mention of needing new boots his demeanor changed slightly. “Well you’ve come to the right- ow! What the-?” The shoes and boots he had been trying to get a hold of earlier were now being returned by them being chucked at him from above. He should have known something was up when it quieted down.

«Grump-grump you don’t need this right?» came the chiming voice of The Annoying One as Osvald’s helmet was being lifted off his head. «Hey, give it back you plague, the purple!» Luckily he managed to get it before the small dragon got too far away (laughing the whole time), he only hoped he got it back on before the one-eyed viking below him noticed. What he failed to realize though was that a few of the Terrors flew out the window, each carrying a piece of footwear.

It became apparent that she recognized him as well, whether she knew his actual name though was uncertain. He was about to accept the compliment until she finished her thought, saying it was rude to throw sand at people. “Rude? You break into my store through the window and you’re calling me rude?” He huffed in discontent, “Besides, it was just the wind. I didn’t do anything to win, I was just that good.”

He would have continued but the woman began talking again. He sighed and looked to Gummy. “Let her go, she is a customer still… I guess.” He muttered the last bit under his breath as Gummy finally removed his foot.

While all of this was happening inside, on the other side of the window five of the Terrors seem to have moved the party to the streets. This started with the small dragons landing on the Flabbermunch.

«Hey big guy!»

«Do you want a hat?»

«We all got one for ya!» The tailless Terror named Tailless placed the boot she was carrying onto the larger dragon’s head, the others following suit. Well, all except Bug Breath. He instead put snow on the Flabbermunch. What else would he put on? He didn’t manage to steal the helmet this time.

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[ooc] Osvald's translation translation.

1. Hey, give it back you purple pest!