025 - graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawr

[worstvikingever]

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[Hiccup is shambling through town after being resurrected post-abduction, looking rather... well. He's wearing a cape and tuxedo anyway. Never mind how it looks.

He's looking for his friends.

He's staaaaaaalking yooooooooou.]

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[Look out behind you, Hiccup. Loki is advancing slowly at a shambling pace, his cloak held up to cover the lower half of his face.

He just wants to talk. Really.]

[worstvikingever]

[NOT IF HE STALKS YOU FIRST

wait

wait

this is ridiculous]

Uh. Wait. Why are you...

...this is weird.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[His voice is a little muffled, thanks to the cape in front of his face. ...it's also a little sheepish.]

...hail, Hiccup Stoickson.

[worstvikingever]

[Loki you are kind of a dork.]

...Hi Loki. So I guess you're dead, too?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I don't feel dead, but I woke up in a grave with my name on it. Do you understand what's going on here?

[worstvikingever]

Nope. Not at all. Whatever it is, it's really stupid.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

...Say, Hiccup. Would you mind if I picked you up and took you back to a crypt? It's important.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup stares at Loki flatly for a moment.]

I would mind, actually. But if you can't control yourself I'm not sure there's anything I can do about that.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

No. There isn't.

[He walks forward, and whup! He's carting Hiccup off bridal-style, shambling towards...well, he's not sure, but he thinks there's a crypt in this direction. Probably.]

[worstvikingever]

[Well this is embarrassing. Really embarrassing. Hiccup would struggle and try to get away but what's he going to do? He can't run, all he can do is shamble and he can't even do that very well with his leg. So he sighs.]

Please don't ever mention this to anyone ever.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

I won't if you won't.

...say, you've been in Mayfield longer than I have. Do you know where the nearest crypt is?

[worstvikingever]

Well I don't know if you were in the same graveyard as me, but there might be some crypts there. I dunno. Graveyards aren't my thing. It's not exactly... you know... what I'm used to.

[VIKINGS DIE GLORIOUSLY IN BATTLE AND ARE SET OUT TO SEA TO BURN. GRAVEYARDS ARE FOR WUSSES.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

I didn't see any hills, though.

[IN HIS MIND HE'S EQUATING CRYPTS WITH BURIAL MOUNDS.]

I'll check by the highway. That's the most likely place.

[worstvikingever]

No go to the park. Pretty sure that's where it was.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

If there are any crypts, they're going to be by the biggest roads. We're going to the highway.

[TRUST HIM HE KNOWS. BURIAL MOUNDS ARE BY HIGHWAYS.]

[worstvikingever]

[EYEROLL. He'll just be crossing his arms. No way is he holding Loki around the neck good gods]

Fine, sure, whatever.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[shamble, shamble, shamble.]

...there's got to be a faster way to do this. It'll take hours to get there at this rate.

[worstvikingever]

I dunno, maybe? I didn't figure anything out.