012 - Phone and Action

[worstvikingever]

[Phone call to Astrid, failed filter because he still can't figure it out]

Hey, Astrid? I uh... had a question.



[Action, mid afternoon]

[It is a beautiful spring day and Hiccup is sitting out on the front lawn with a screwdriver.

No, not that kind of screwdriver, an actual screwdriver.

He's making a few adjustments to his leg, you see. You know. The prosthetic one that has replaced his amputated left foot. That one.

Go ahead, talk to him. It's not like he's gotten enough comments on his leg yet. No, really.]

Comments

[worstvikingever]

Uh... okay? Thanks, I guess.

[Why does he suddenly get the feeling that things could've gone really badly if he had said something wrong? Now he's mildly creeped out, okay.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[he could have survived falling off a roof it's all good]

Did you just get that? From the post or some sort like that?

[worstvikingever]

[Sudden change in conversation get! And he might've been able to survive the fall but England probably wouldn't have survived whatever Klaus decided to do in return for that lovely moment. :3 Just sayin'.]

Get what, my leg? Yeah, got an empty box one day and my leg disappeared. So now it's gone again, like it's supposed to be.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[MAYFIELD AT WAR]

No, the screwdriver.

[worstvikingever]

[WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THE DAMN SCREWDRIVER.]

No, it's... just a screwdriver. It was in the garage. Probably got it from the hardware store.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[it could use a little more sonic...]

Oh.

I rather like it. Are you any good with that?

[worstvikingever]

[IT'S A SCREWDRIVER.]

I... guess so? I use it a lot, so yeah.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Well, no, I mean... building things. Good with your hands with that sort of thing.

[worstvikingever]

Oh. Yeah, I am. Been doing it most of my life.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Can you build anything useful?

[worstvikingever]

Well yeah, I can build a lot of stuff. Built my leg. With some help, but I've been making improvements.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

You built that? [peering over]

... Can it shoot fire?

[worstvikingever]

Uh. No. That'd require a whole lot of extra stuff that would probably make walking really hard. And... since the whole point of it is to walk in the first place... kind of impractical.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Probably.

But it'd be right cool.

[worstvikingever]

I guess.

[He shrugs, unconvinced.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Have you ever built anything that could shoot fire?

[worstvikingever]

Not yet, but I probably could.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

You should build something like that.

I mean, if you want. It just might come in handy, you know how Wednesdays can be...

[worstvikingever]

...what's wrong with Wednesdays?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

They're long and the neighbours are loud.

I'd help you, if you'd like.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup shrugs.]

You can if you want to, I guess. What's your name?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

England. Or Arthur Kirkland, if you prefer.

What's yours? Hopefully not Berk.

[worstvikingever]

Hiccup, actually. I know, it's not much better.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

I've heard worse. Like Francis.

Do you have a surname?

[worstvikingever]

Haddock. Actually my full name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, but no one ever calls me anything but Hiccup.