[i. Fungal Safari] [New in the Quarantine, Hiccup is aware that things work differently here than on Berk. Very differently. Money is more important than bartering, and yet the money here is largely invisible, numbers on screens and cards that you tap. It's strange, but also fascinating, and exciting. And he's aware that he needs money here, at least until he finds a good fishing spot, because it can get expensive feeding a horse-sized dragon. Harvesting mushrooms sounds like a fantastic way to do that.
He's not too worried about monsters and danger. He's the guy walking alongside a Night Fury, after all, making his way to the city exit with a flier in hand promising cash for shrooms. If he spots someone else with an ad he'll approach, Toothless just behind him, smiling wide, holding up his own flier.] Are you going out mushroom hunting too? You could come with us. We can split the harvest. [Toothless makes a rumbling sound behind him that might be agreement, or excitement, his long tail wiggling.]
[iii. Tavernfest] [Hiccup hadn't exactly gotten the memo about 'historical dress', but plenty of people have complimented his 'traditional Viking attire' since he arrived at the festival. He figures he must be doing something right. He's right at home here amongst the simple and the rustic, showing curious interest in all the various booths and games and food stalls.
Toothless plods along at his side, sniffing the air, smiling gummy smiles at people and trying not to get in the way too much. He's a novelty in the crowd, and more than a few people running food stalls are charmed by the dragon's boundless excitement. Stopped at a roasted whole fish stand, the person running it is offering a large one to Toothless. Hiccup laughs as the dragon sits up on his haunches, teeth popping out as he leans in.]
Gently, bud. Don't take his hand off with it. [Hiccup is digging in a pouch at his belt for his money card.] I think we'll take six more, and... one of the lagers for me. [Toothless's tail swishes, then, when he hears he's getting lunch, and... whoops, sorry if that knocks you over.]
[iv. Under My Umbrella(-ella-ella)] [Everyone is running around with fancy umbrellas, but Hiccup doesn't mind the rain that much. It reminds him a little of Berk, the cooling air and the coming of the rain. If he spots you without an umbrella, though, he and Toothless might just come over, the dragon stretching a wing out over both yours and his rider's heads.] Wow, is it always this wet?
Hiccup Haddock | HTTYD
[New in the Quarantine, Hiccup is aware that things work differently here than on Berk. Very differently. Money is more important than bartering, and yet the money here is largely invisible, numbers on screens and cards that you tap. It's strange, but also fascinating, and exciting. And he's aware that he needs money here, at least until he finds a good fishing spot, because it can get expensive feeding a horse-sized dragon. Harvesting mushrooms sounds like a fantastic way to do that.
He's not too worried about monsters and danger. He's the guy walking alongside a Night Fury, after all, making his way to the city exit with a flier in hand promising cash for shrooms. If he spots someone else with an ad he'll approach, Toothless just behind him, smiling wide, holding up his own flier.] Are you going out mushroom hunting too? You could come with us. We can split the harvest. [Toothless makes a rumbling sound behind him that might be agreement, or excitement, his long tail wiggling.]
[iii. Tavernfest]
[Hiccup hadn't exactly gotten the memo about 'historical dress', but plenty of people have complimented his 'traditional Viking attire' since he arrived at the festival. He figures he must be doing something right. He's right at home here amongst the simple and the rustic, showing curious interest in all the various booths and games and food stalls.
Toothless plods along at his side, sniffing the air, smiling gummy smiles at people and trying not to get in the way too much. He's a novelty in the crowd, and more than a few people running food stalls are charmed by the dragon's boundless excitement. Stopped at a roasted whole fish stand, the person running it is offering a large one to Toothless. Hiccup laughs as the dragon sits up on his haunches, teeth popping out as he leans in.]
Gently, bud. Don't take his hand off with it. [Hiccup is digging in a pouch at his belt for his money card.] I think we'll take six more, and... one of the lagers for me. [Toothless's tail swishes, then, when he hears he's getting lunch, and... whoops, sorry if that knocks you over.]
[iv. Under My Umbrella(-ella-ella)]
[Everyone is running around with fancy umbrellas, but Hiccup doesn't mind the rain that much. It reminds him a little of Berk, the cooling air and the coming of the rain. If he spots you without an umbrella, though, he and Toothless might just come over, the dragon stretching a wing out over both yours and his rider's heads.] Wow, is it always this wet?