Eleventh Viking Charge [ Video]

[punchandkiss]

[When the camera clicks on, rather than show Astrid, it shows a wide, grassy field. About twenty feet away, sitting in the grass, is Hiccup, next to his Salamance, apparently talking to it and not doing anything else. After maybe thirty seconds of this, the gear turns around to reveal Astrid, looking rather annoyed. Her Sentret, Fuzzball, is perched on her shoulder.]

I need to know how to snap a stupid boy out of a funk.

All he does is sit around staring at his gear or talking to his dragon or talking about that Clair trainer! Or talking to his dragon about that Clair trainer. Or just sitting there thinking about that Clair trainer! That's it!

[No she's not jealous, shut up.]

He's not training enough or doing anything and keeping his attention for more than five minutes is impossible!

[She almost shouts that last bit, and then catches herself and sighs.]

I just need to snap him out of it, that's all.

Comments

[action]

[newberktown]

Good.

[This still...seemed vaguely like arguing. Clearing his throat, Hiccup pushed himself up to stand as well glancing over to her as he brushed himself off.]

Glad that's all settled, then.

[action]

[punchandkiss]

[Well it is still sort of arguing, but at least they're both bewildered by it now.]

Yeah. Sure.

[A beat.]

...I guess it could be fun anyway.

[action]

[newberktown]

Right.

[He's trying really hard to sound more sure of himself, now.]

You'll have a great time, I bet. [Pause.] We both will.

[Since they'd. Be there together. Yeah.]

[action]

[punchandkiss]

Sure. [She smiled faintly, and she was honestly feeling a bit better now. But then it falls.]

This means I need clothes, doesn't it.

[action]

[newberktown]

[Exclude his mild splutter there.]

W-well, you...always need clothes...

[Thank you for pointing that out, Hiccup.]

But, u-uh, I heard people talking about...dresses.

[action]

[punchandkiss]

[She sighs.]

That's what I meant, Hiccup.

I'm going to look so stupid in a dress...