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“So yer the trouble maker the chief ‘as been tellin me ‘bout aye?” he asks curiously as he spots the Coronian Diplomat towards the docks. Odd he’d find him over here but he wasn’t complaining. He understood more than anyone the comfort the sea could bring as he chuckles. 

Fingers wrap around the strap across his chest as he shuffles moving the bundle on his back. The small tiny human inside of the bundle moving and making a noise at being moved before they settle as the second in command turns his gaze once more towards the other. 

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Tricky thing meeting new people from tribes he’d never heard of. Not like he had to care before hand. When a particular letter had come from a terrible terror he had watched all color from Hiccup’s face drain at the same time. H had enough time to spend with Hiccup to figure out that this particular man made him nervous. Resting a hand on the mans smaller shoulder he reassures him he’ll handle him. 

He never heard a sigh of relief that loud before. 

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“Aye ye supposed ta be doin’ that?” He may be new in his duties as the right hand of the chief but something didn’t seem right about what one of the twins was doing.

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He wasn’t prepared for this. Despite himself being a father to her this entire time he wasn’t ready to have this conversation. He shifts gently as he sits slightly away from her. Hormonal wasn’t she? Wasn’t this the kind of stuff mother’s usually explained to their daughters. He was sure he could manage something that could help her. “Aye poppet ye know I ain’t the ones to be saying things on these matters.” She was confused and upset at the same time and yet she was angry because she couldn’t control everything.