021 - Phone and Action

[worstvikingever]

[Phone] Okay so I've got a few things that people requested from the forge? I can bring them by houses or you can come pick them up whenever. Basically if you requested something, it's probably done. So... yeah.

This is usually the part where I'd be taking requests, and I can still do that, but I'm working on a project right now so there's gonna be kind of a delay before I can start working on stuff. But yeah! For all the new people I've been hearing around, I'm Hiccup, I have a forge, and I can make weapons, armor, and possibly random stuff. Just let me know and we can work something out. I just got a bunch of tools back from home so it'll make making some really good stuff a lot easier.

[Action, after school] [Hiccup is working at the forge, in the backyard of 339 Brady Lane. He's actually doing something he doesn't usually do given the requests he usually gets. He's working on some kind of mechanism to do... something. It's a little uncertain. But there's a couple of diagrams of car engines.]

Comments

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He's honestly surprised by the reaction.

Sure, he wouldn't have been surprised if Hiccup hadn't heard the word -- Loki hadn't heard it much, if at all (he couldn't remember) around Mayfield. But the offense?

He says it like the most casual thing in the world.]

A motherfucker.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup's standing again, and he flinches. He stares at Loki for a moment, wondering what he did to deserve to be... but wait. Hang on. Does he really... oh gods he really doesn't get it. Hiccup almost wants to laugh. Instead he just.

Facepalms.]

You do know what that means, don't you?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Sure. Means person, right?

[worstvikingever]

[Okay Hiccup does snort at that.]

Well I guess in the most general sense of the term, yeah.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[GIVING YOU THE SIDE-EYE NOW]

....what's the specific sense?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup hesitates before answering.]

Well it's... someone who has sex with people's mothers. It's usually an insult? Not always. But it's not... a polite term.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see.

[He thinks -- and squirrels the knowledge away for future use.]

I'll be more careful how I use it then. No offense was meant, I assure you.

[worstvikingever]

Um... yeah, I figured. There's... probably a lot of swears and curses that you're probably not familiar with.

[He's sitting down now, and back to tinkering. It looks like he's laid out plans and made specific materials and now it's about putting it all together.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Most likely.

...

Tell me more.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup pauses in tightening something and looks up.]

Wait seriously? You want me to just start listing swears at you?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Blithely.]

How else am I going to learn what not to use in polite company? Words and meanings, if you please.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup sighs and shakes his head at the weirdness of it, but he complies, returning to his careful assembly as he does so.]

Okay. Well... there's fuck. Which you now kind of know. That's a really really crude term for sex, and is used... gods, it can kind of be used for pretty much everything, actually. Just as a general curse word, though it's considered pretty bad. It can be like... a noun and a verb. And an adjective, too, actually. Some people use it all over the place. In reference to sex and as just. An expletive.

You can just say "fuck" or call someone a "fucker," which is an insult, or say something is "fucked" which usually means something's really messed up. That's how it's mostly used, but people get really creative with it. And sure, some people use it casually, and some people are okay with that, but not if you want to be... you know. Not rude.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Fuck, fucker, fucked...fucking? Loki's paying close attention. He'll still use these words whenever he wants, of course -- he'll just be more educated about it.

A pity motherfucker doesn't belong in everyday conversation, though. Loki likes it. It rolls off the tongue. ]

And what else?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup thinks.]

Well you know damn. That one's pretty standard.

There's shit. Means... well, poop. But in a much more... uh, curse-y way. Bullshit is... well you can guess what it basically means, but it's used when someone thinks something isn't true at all. Shit's used like that too. There's also crap, which is a much more common and less bad word for shit. So you could say "that's a load of crap" and people would get what you were saying and not be offended, but if you said "that's a load of shit," or "that's bullshit," they'd probably get offended. Unless they were those kinds of people who don't care. [Hiccup shrugs.] Shit's also one of those words that people will adapt to other uses, usually by putting it with other words, but it still means the same thing.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Takes practice. Like any curse.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup just shrugs, tightening something. It looks like what he's assembling will be maybe the size of a large grapefruit.]

Yeah, I guess. You can usually get the idea of what's a swear based on context, too, though I have no idea how you got the idea that "motherfucker" was an okay thing to say in general conversation.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

His name was Gamzee Makara, and he used it like you'd use "guy" or "friend."

Made a damn good pie, too.

[worstvikingever]

Huh. That's... weird.

[And that piece connects to that piece which goes... here...]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[All right, so about what he came here for...]

How's it coming?

[worstvikingever]

Pretty good, I think. This is my second prototype, the first one wasn't working out so well so I had to start from scratch. I think this one'll work better, though.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He goes over and peers at it curiously.]

How will it work?

[worstvikingever]

It's actually pretty basic. I was able to grab a couple of bottles of perfume off of the drone mom's dressing table. They have this neat little atomizer thing where you squeeze this [He actually holds up said perfume bottle and squeezes the little pump, spraying perfume into the air in front of them] and the perfume comes out. You didn't give me enough time to figure out how to do that on my own, so I figured why bother with that when these [He waves the bottle a bit] are all over town?

Anyway the bottle goes right in here, [He inserts it into what he's assembled so far,] and this whole thing gets mounted in the car, maybe beneath the steering wheel or something. This wire gets attached to the brake pedal so that when it gets pushed down, it gets pulled, pulls this in here which makes this press down on the atomizer thing. [He pulls the wire, but nothing happens. He doesn't look disappointed, though.] But I'm not quite done assembling it yet.