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      “E-Easy- Easy.” 

      Elsa backed away quickly at the sight of the large, heavily spiked reptile that had swooped down from above. Large eyes looking at her as it tilted its head like a bird to peer down at her. Large tail, covered in sharp barbs swaying behind it.

           she’d heard the stories of the great reptilian beasts that dwelt far beyond the crashing waves of the ocean . past the fjord and beyond . she’d read the books and heard the tales from the elderly of the kingdom , yet she never believed it .

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—using the tdp verse since this fits well into it!!

    That—! Literally came out of nowhere. And (maybe) that was the exact reason Hiccup all but STUMBLED over himself as they ventured through the brush; sure, he was accident-prone, but not so much that he would trip over NOTHING unless… exceptionally shocked into forgetting how to walk, apparently. He liked to think it was only his legs having the issues, but. Well, no, as the blacksmith parted his lips to provide an answer he hadn’t yet THOUGHT OUT, it took a great many incomprehensible syllables to learn WORDS again.

    And form some sort of SENSIBLE speech.

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     “Sure, it is, babe,” Snotlout replied, wrapping an arm around her. He knew there was a strong chance of being hit, but he’d take it. After all, she was agreeing with ‘Ruff’s silly plan’, so that meant she must really want to, deep down, right?

   So he pulled her close, a cocky smirk on his face.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait just—h-hold on a second, Astrid! You’ve gotta slow down and maybe... START making sense—?” Were they not out in the forest so late as to dissuade most any other person from VENTURING their way, his voice would’ve been softer. Secretive. Perhaps less EXCLAMATORY as to not draw attention to them. Animals and insects alike were what remained privy to any of it, and loud as the crickets chirped from a nearby meadow POURING into the foliage, there was almost something chaotic about the entire situation.

    If Astrid’s words weren’t already doing that FOR them.

“Excellent choice, excellent choice. Now watch and learn from a pro.”

The girl balanced the silver plate on one hand as the other goes to her belt. A dagger is pulled into a grimy palm and then driven into the shell, digging out the grey snail that had been nesting within. She raises the poor invertebrate above her head with a flourish, tilting her head upwards and letting it slip off the blade-

-catching it with the plate just before it can fall into her open mouth. 

The howling wind and the rain battering on the rocks above them didn’t seem to dampen Camicazi’s spirit at all. 

“First, we need to cook them, boiling the shells in rainwater should work just fine. If you just so happen to have any butter on you, it’ll make winkles taste better. I think they’re still fine on their own though, as long as you shake out all the sand.” As anyone who ever met (or fought) the Bog-Burglar Heir would know, Camicazi was a very chatty girl. “I’ve heard some people say they’re no better than limpets - does your Tribe eat limpets? - but honestly, limpets taste like Gronckle boogers; I have no idea what those dullards are talking about.”

As she was talking, the girl would kick her foot out beyond the shelter of the rock outcropping, hooking her boot around the handle of a pot that had fallen onto the sand and pulling it to her. She would gently kick the pot upright before squatting down next to the older warrior.

“Back to boiling them, will your dragon help us out? Mine got her head wet, so she’s pretty much useless.”

        gladiator meme  //  @veyenn