Dated May 5, 2013

[talking_fishbone]

To say things hadn't gone as planned would have been both a gross understatement and, essentially, the story of Hiccup's life. Last time, it had ended with a dragon for a friend and, maybe, some interest from Astrid. Today, though, it ended with him covered in a splicer's blood and creeping towards the showers. Normally, he'd have just dove into the waterfall to get the worst of it off, but the feel of it was so foul that Hiccup had a feeling he'd do better with more immediate measures.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to make too many explanations. No matter what the reason, saying hello to someone whilst dripping with all manner of filth never went well for anyone.

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[followsthewisps]

She laughs, not needing much to guess who's child Hiccup is speaking of. "Normally I'd point out that I was four when I was gifted my first weapon, but I think our wee neighbor can wait a bit still."

[talking_fishbone]

"Yeah, but at four years old, none of us were Reynald," Hiccup reminded her. Not that he really thought Reynald was any kind of threat, but he would abide by Robb's request.