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"See? Aren’t you glad I dragged you up here? We’ve got a great view tonight." Hiccup flashed a small, crooked smile to his roommate before his gaze slipped skyward once more. Cloudless, and with just a bare chill on the air. All the charts had been right about that night and he was glad he’d checked them so diligently. With the moon waxing overhead, and no sports games from the far off stadium, the light pollution was minimized as well.  True, he wasn’t sure they were supposed to be up there, but the roof wasn’t hard to get to, and he wanted a good view before the cold of Autumn crept in fully.

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Jack laughed, his breath a pale cloud in the darkness as he nodded. “Yeah, I am..” He smiled slightly, glancing at the other was he stared up into the darkness of the night. “Yeah, it really is.” he smiled slightly to himself, admiring the other a moment before he looked up the stars. It was amazing, the dark night laid out in a thick sparkling blanket, the faintest of chills in the air that kept insects away and his hoodie made sure he was comfortable.

He flopped onto his back with a sigh, his arms behind his head with a faint smile. “You should lay down, it’s even better..” He mused, his pale blue eyes settling happily on the stars. It was rare he got a chance to just relax and stargaze and as much as he had fought Hiccup on coming up here, he was glad that he had. Jack was pretty sure his brain was mush from studying calculus anyway, this was just the cure for it.

❄ Into The North ❄

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Jokul blinked when he was hugged and laughed softly. "You’re welcome.." He smiled and returned to Drifa to remove the rest of the bags were removed from the pale dragon. He opened one, pulling out a scrollcase that looked like it was carved from a dark arctic wood. He opened it and tapped out the parchment and charcoal tipped stick inside. He wrote a note explaining the situation to his second in command and placed it back into the case, slipping it into a secure buckled spot on his saddle. “You know what to do girl..” He smiled and rubbed her under the chin. Drifa purred and nuzzled him, giving him an affectionate lick before bounding out of the cave and taking flight.

The young chief opened one of the saddle bags and pulled out a large wrapped bundle. He placed it down on the cave floor, pulling a flint and tinder from his boot to strike it. The spark caught the bundle and slowly a warm fire grew. It would last until Drifa returned. He sighed and settled down, smiling faintly at the two of them. "How’s that huh? Better at all?" Jokul seemed perfectly happy despite the cold.

Having plunked his butt down between the sand wraiths front legs, he shifting the cloak so he could beam at the other man again with a nod. Reaching for one of his own bags, he pulled out a small vial of sand. His own peoples tongue was often difficult for outsiders to manage so he’d picked up a nickname of sorts. Shaking the vial slightly, he pointed to the bright golden sand then to himself. Might as well start trying to get the other rider to understand his name while they had time.

He could write, that much was obvious but did he know trader in the written word? He’d never come so far from home before! Now that he wasn’t terrified that he and Starshot were going to freeze to death, he was growing excited.

Jokul blinked and tilted his head curiously, eyes widening a bit at the beautiful bright golden sand. There was really nothing like that around where he lived, the shores of Burgess were either pale or made up of small pebbles. He tried to piece what the other was trying to say to him together. "Sand…" Jokul pouted a bit feeling a bit in the dark but he handed the stick over to him, perhaps he could write it down. "I can read, if you can write.." Oh he hoped this worked, Jokul was never really that good at guessing games.

❄ Into The North ❄

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Jokul smiled when he saw how the man touched his heart before rubbing the large tired dragon’s nose gently. "I know what you mean. I love Drifa too. Looks like he’s been hurt…." He looked to the injured wing and seemed to be in thought. I have some supplies in my saddlebags. They should keep us sustained while I have Drifa fly back to my village and bring a few others. They’ll be able to help transport your friend back and we can get him some help..” Judging by the size of him, he’d need the strongest fliers they had in the villages. Probably about four Gronkles and Drifa might be enough to get him there. They could probably rig up a makeshift sling to deliver the creature to the village where he could be properly tended to by the healers.

Plus should he head back, he could pick up some warmer clothes of his new friend; that armor, while amazing didn’t look like it would be very warm. “Drifa? Come here hun.” The pale nightfury wandered over and Jokul gently turned her so he could remove a couple of the bags from her saddle, offering them to the smaller man. “There’s food and water in here, some fish too in case your dragon eats it.” He wasn’t sure what the diet of this sort of dragon was, but there was dried reindeer meat in the bags should fish not be to his liking. Jokul unclipped his cloak and wrapped it around Sandy with a small smile. "There…that should keep you warm."  Jokul was well accustom to this sort of climate, so being an hour or so without his cloak wouldn’t bother him any.

He had expected to get some sort of help, no dragon rider that cared for their companions as much as it was clear they did would let another rider suffer but by the time the warm cloak was wrapped around him, he could only step forwards to hug Jokul firmly before turning to bring the fish over to Starshot, free hand signing away rapidly. It was clear the dragon understood the signs and tilted his head to nuzzle at Sandy before all but inhaling the fish.

With a relieved smile, Sandy promptly buried himself into the cloak until only his eyes peeped out with a soft sigh. Thanks the stars, he’d been so COLD. How did people survive in this bitter cold so easily?? 

Jokul blinked when he was hugged and laughed softly. "You’re welcome.." He smiled and returned to Drifa to remove the rest of the bags were removed from the pale dragon. He opened one, pulling out a scrollcase that looked like it was carved from a dark arctic wood. He opened it and tapped out the parchment and charcoal tipped stick inside. He wrote a note explaining the situation to his second in command and placed it back into the case, slipping it into a secure buckled spot on his saddle. “You know what to do girl..” He smiled and rubbed her under the chin. Drifa purred and nuzzled him, giving him an affectionate lick before bounding out of the cave and taking flight.

The young chief opened one of the saddle bags and pulled out a large wrapped bundle. He placed it down on the cave floor, pulling a flint and tinder from his boot to strike it. The spark caught the bundle and slowly a warm fire grew. It would last until Drifa returned. He sighed and settled down, smiling faintly at the two of them. "How’s that huh? Better at all?" Jokul seemed perfectly happy despite the cold.

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Pitch practically slammed Jack into the wall of a building right when he was trying to fly through. His shadows kept the boy still. Pitch ignored the angry retorts coming from the Frost Pest, roughly grasping onto Jack to keep his head still. He kissed Jack’s forehead, gentle, slow, the complete opposite of what was expected.

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Pitch disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if he was never there.

Jack had gotten the sense that Pitch was there, or at least his nightmares were. The scar he’d been given in their scuffle in the arctic stung and ran hot and he glanced around nervously. He had been thrown off when he’d been slammed hard into the side of the building, brick digging into his back and he knew he’d have bruises there.

The shadows bit into his wrists and ankles even as he struggled. “Pitch! What are you-” The angry demanding question froze in his throat when he felt hands on the side of his head, his eyes widened and fear welled. What was going to happen? Pitch leaned in and Jack was once again frozen as still as stone when he felt the brush of deceptively warm lips below his bangs.

Then just like that…the shade was gone.

No longer supported by the winds, the sprite faltered and fell a bit before he was caught and eased onto the fire escape of the building. His back hurt, his heart was racing and he was…confused. What in the world had just happened?


posted on 16.09.2014 at 1:13 via sirisderp - 4 notes [ reblog ]

❄ Into The North ❄

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Jokul had to admit, he felt a bit lost when the man tried to communicate with his hands, giving him an apologetic, if not dumbfounded sort of look. Drifa looked at her human and gave a shrug of her shoulders, she didn’t understand either. One thing they both understood was the gesture for them to follow and follow they did.

The young chief was honestly surprised the man could move so quickly, but he and his dragon followed along with ease, the large animal helping Jokul over rocks and such as they kept pace. Soon they arrived at a cave that was tucked away into the hillside and Drifa paused, sniffing at the air, she could smell another dragon, but she wasn’t threatened. It seemed to be injured.

The pale teen gave a frown as they slipped into the cave and he saw the magnificent dragon. “Whoa…” He’d never seen one like it, but it looked hurt. Probably from the storm that had blown in. He slowly made his way over and crouched next to them. "Is this your friend?" He asked softly, looking to Starshot with a small smile. He didn’t attempt to pet him, simply held out his hand so that he could be sniffed.

Patting Starshot’s nose, Sandy turned to beam at the other rider proudly at the ‘whoa’. He was very proud of his sand wraith, especially since he’d managed to keep them both alive through the entire storm.

Nodding, Sandy watched at Starshot sniffed at the rider’s hand warily before settling back down with a deep rumble and a shift of his wings. One was clearly held carefully, a cut covered with bandaging Sandy had brought with him. The deserts were a dangerous place so you did not go anywhere without being fully prepared. Something he’d never take for granted again after this, if he ever got home that was. 

The scorpion hide flight suit was like a second skin, covering nearly everything but his face with the mask off and it was clear both dragon and rider could blend into the sands and practically vanish if they chose. Sandy patted over his heart before rubbing Starshot’s snout affectionately.

Jokul smiled when he saw how the man touched his heart before rubbing the large tired dragon’s nose gently. "I know what you mean. I love Drifa too. Looks like he’s been hurt…." He looked to the injured wing and seemed to be in thought. I have some supplies in my saddlebags. They should keep us sustained while I have Drifa fly back to my village and bring a few others. They’ll be able to help transport your friend back and we can get him some help..” Judging by the size of him, he’d need the strongest fliers they had in the villages. Probably about four Gronkles and Drifa might be enough to get him there. They could probably rig up a makeshift sling to deliver the creature to the village where he could be properly tended to by the healers.

Plus should he head back, he could pick up some warmer clothes of his new friend; that armor, while amazing didn’t look like it would be very warm. “Drifa? Come here hun.” The pale nightfury wandered over and Jokul gently turned her so he could remove a couple of the bags from her saddle, offering them to the smaller man. “There’s food and water in here, some fish too in case your dragon eats it.” He wasn’t sure what the diet of this sort of dragon was, but there was dried reindeer meat in the bags should fish not be to his liking. Jokul unclipped his cloak and wrapped it around Sandy with a small smile. "There…that should keep you warm."  Jokul was well accustom to this sort of climate, so being an hour or so without his cloak wouldn’t bother him any.

❄ Into The North ❄

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The young chief let out a relieved sigh, the man didn’t seem to be able to speak, but he at least understood. At least the language barrier wouldn’t be TOO great. When he pointed to Frida, the pale nightfury tilted her head with a curious rumble. "Her? That’s my dragon Frida, she’s my best friend.” he smiled and held out a hand the dragon lumbering closer and snuggling into Jokul with a happy affectionate purr, but still she was wary of this stranger, regarding the pale youth with a loving gaze and wide pupils. Though the look was slightly slitted when she turned pink eyes on the darker skinned stranger.

"My name is Jokul…Chief of the North Tribe of Burgess…if you need help, I can take you to my village until you’re able to return home?" He offered. If this silent man was in need of help, perhaps he could lend some aid. He couldn’t in good conscious leave a man stranded out here, well out of his element where he would most likely either freeze or starve to death. "How…did you get here?" It was a fair enough question, Jokul hadn’t seen the remains of a boat on the shores when they had flown over, so it was a bit of a mystery as to how the man had gotten here.

After a moment of watching the two interact, a wide smile bloomed on his face to flash white teeth and a little gap between his two front teeth. That sort of love was near impossible to fake and he was glad to see it!

His hands flashed, fingers curving into the signs for his dragons name but he really doubted the other would know what it meant. He gestured for the two too follow him and turned to head, rather nimbly for his shape, back to the cave where Starshot rested. His one wing had taken quite the beating and had been slow to mend.

The sand wraith could smell others on his rider and bristled but a few soothing gestures had the two waiting for the pale duo to reach them.

Jokul had to admit, he felt a bit lost when the man tried to communicate with his hands, giving him an apologetic, if not dumbfounded sort of look. Drifa looked at her human and gave a shrug of her shoulders, she didn’t understand either. One thing they both understood was the gesture for them to follow and follow they did.

The young chief was honestly surprised the man could move so quickly, but he and his dragon followed along with ease, the large animal helping Jokul over rocks and such as they kept pace. Soon they arrived at a cave that was tucked away into the hillside and Drifa paused, sniffing at the air, she could smell another dragon, but she wasn’t threatened. It seemed to be injured.

The pale teen gave a frown as they slipped into the cave and he saw the magnificent dragon. “Whoa…” He’d never seen one like it, but it looked hurt. Probably from the storm that had blown in. He slowly made his way over and crouched next to them. "Is this your friend?" He asked softly, looking to Dreamshot with a small smile. He didn’t attempt to pet him, simply held out his hand so that he could be sniffed.

snowballs-n-funtimes whispered -- "I could never leave you, I love you too much!" 

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Hikke turned bright red, “I…oh wow.” He had never had anyone say something like that aside from Mother and it didn’t mean like that. “As…a mate or as a brother?” Wait. Don’t change the subject. “You have to though. You can’t stay here forever. What’s here for you?”

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posted on 15.09.2014 at 11:47 via childofdragons - 29 notes [ reblog ]
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snowballs-n-funtimes whispered -- ✾ 

basicallydragonbait:

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My muse wearing bondage gear

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He had to say, it wasn’t his usual choice in clothing options, but the leather was kind of nice. As Hiccup turned, inspecting himself as he twisted himself around to try and see how the tight shorts flattered his backside, the thick straps snug around his torso and wrists. Not the easiest thing to climb into, the buckles and belts set in a complex set of crisscrosses and loops. His cheeks were flushed at the feeling of them against his freckled skin, still shocked by his choice to even put the thing on.

It wasn’t until he glanced back towards the small mirror propped against his desk that he caught the flicker of movement and spun hurriedly. On instinct his hands flailed to cover himself with hands that did little to help. “This isn’t what it looks like!” Smooth, totally believable.

"Ah, I see." Jack talked about it so casually, he had to wonder for a moment on his roommate’s history with the subject in more detail. Did that mean that he’d been on both sides of the play? If that was even the right way to phrase it. Regardless it lead to so many new places Hiccup really didn’t need to be thinking over. Especially when those cold fingers played over his skin as he tugged the straps. He could practically feel the goosebumps rising over his legs.


Another weak laugh, and he shot Jack a small smile. “Thank you Frosty, I appreciate the gesture. And so wait, that wasn’t a joke? This thing is supposed to actually…” He glanced down at himself, trying to look at the get up around where his roommate crouched, still unavoidably close to his hips. Realizing his squirming wasn’t going to assist the process, and knowing full well he needed Jack away from him as soon as possible, Hiccup dug teeth into his bottom lip, resolving to stay still until it was off.

He kept up his stance as little shivers echoed across his skin, those pale fingers working skillfully to undo the leather binds over his body. And then it was off. The straps falling slack drew a long breath from his lungs, he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath. He tried not to look too relieved, but it was really hard not to. If nothing else, this encounter proved that he had to take a better look at his current thoughts on Jack. Experimenting. He meant to think about his views on sexu-Okay Jack. He had to reconsider what he was thinking about the guy he spent half his days living with. Because, well, he had a lot to think about.

Hiccup gave the harness an odd look, noting how casual and harmless it seemed over his arm. “So that thing is really meant to y’know, hold someone like, up? During sex? That’s-Uh, well, not judging at all, it’s just, really strange to think about? Starting to wonder if my views on sexual stuff is either just really limited, or there’s a lot more going on than I ever thought about.” Maybe he should just stop talking entirely. Clearing his throat, he was almost grateful for how oddly cold the room was now that he was just standing in the shorts. “Not that I care if it gets ruined because I’m not actually intending on using it…” because he really didnt have someone to use it with. “But yeah that’d actually be kind of nice. I’m actually kind of glad you’re so knowledgeable about this stuff. Even if I didn’t expect it. “

Jack laughed softly then. “Yup~ there’s a whole section of one of the forums I used to hang around that’s all about suspension play. Some people are into that. Some people see it as art, suspending someone in a state of perfect proneness, deprived of their sight, speech and movement.” He said softly, looking down at the harness, his eyes growing a bit distant with memories, his fingers sliding over the leather a moment. “It’s all about trust…and when that’s broken…” He shook his head, shoving the ghosts back into the closet where they belonged.

"Annnyway, enough of my weird chatter…c’mon. Lemme show you how to put this up." He smiled weakly to him and motioned with his hand for Hiccup to follow him into the brunet’s room. "Heh, I kinda got initiated into it when I was younger, about 16 actually, so I know a few things. After I get this hung up for ya I’ll note those websites for you." Jack honestly didn’t know that there were probably ancient pictures of him buried on those sites. He hadn’t visited them in years, he’d had no reason to after he’d broken up with his ex, last he’d heard the man had found himself another poor shmuck to terrorize and the guy seemed to love it so…more power to them.

"Okay, so..hanger.." he pulled one out of Hiccup’s closet and showed him how to hang up his purchase. "And there ya go! Just like that." He smiled and laid it on Hiccup’s bed to be put away at his discretion. Jack took up one of Hiccup’s many writing pens and snatched a sheet from his printer, starting to write the websites down. "Aaaaand here ya go~ if you find anything and you’re curious, just come ask and I’ll explain it okay?" He smiled, offering his roomie the sheet of paper. To him it was better that Hiccup be properly educated than stumble into the clutches of some crazy jerk or jerkette would could hurt him…and then Jack would have to bust some heads in.

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Jack looked up at him, those pale blue eyes actually watery. It was obvious that if he could simulate tears that he was an extremely high-end model. The pale android sniffled and nodded slightly, rubbing slightly at his eyes with his free hand. “A-alright..” He said, tightening his hold on Aster’s hand and then blinking when his display flickered up his temperature. “I’m sorry my hands are cold..” He said softly. “I think my internal thermometer might be damaged..” Jack rubbed gently at his chest.

"It’s what keeps me at a human like temperature." He had explained with a small sheepish smile. "T-thanks…at least I know enough to tell a repairman if we ever run across one…I have some memory damage. It’s partitioned away and that’s why I had to reboot…at least I think so." He said softly, looking down as he walked along with Aster towards his camp. "Thank you…for helping me Aster." He murmured, looking up at him with a small smile.

The moon was still up high and bright enough to light up the entire wood path as the duo trodded through. Eventually the camp’s warm fire glow showed through the trees. “It’s no worries mate. We’ll get ya looked at soon as possible. But for now let me know if ya need anythin’ looked at.”

"Ah’m not much of a techie but Ah’m decent enough ta do small things."He offered a wide grin as he paused before his tent, releasing Jack’s hand to duck in and rummage about. His voice sounded out muffled from inside the tent. "Hold on. Ya clothes are a bit….ripped and such. Lemme lend ya some clothes. Sound good?"

He wasn’t really entirely clear on what to do or how to treat the situation. So far though he’d guess he was doing well, Jack seemed comfortable enough with Aster though. A small after thought made him grab up a spare hoodie he’d brought. “Hope these fit…”

Jack nodded and smiled faintly, moving along to keep stride with the taller male. “I think aside from my thermometer and my memory fragmentation, I think I’m okay. My battery’s a little low though and thanks, that sounds great.” He murmured lowly as he waited outside of the tent, patient as could be. When Aster commented on his clothing, he looked down at them to find that indeed, they were rather ruined.

The white shirt he wore was ripped and dirty, the pants were torn on the knees and he wasn’t wearing shoes at all. He brushed his hands over the front of his shirt self-consciously but when Aster returned with the clothes, he took them thankfully. Not wanting to intrude on the nice human’s tent, he ducked behind a tree to change. The pants and shirt were a bit big, but the hoodie was comfortable. He smiled and sat near the fire, his bare toes curling in the snow, he had tweaked his settings so that his temperature sensitivity was low and he wouldn’t be bothered by it at all.

His inner workings were pleased as could be with the cold temperatures and he glanced up from the fire to Aster. “what…are you doing out here? Last I checked, winter’s not exactly a peak time to go camping, what with hypothermia and all that.” He gave him a small smile as he tucked his hands into the pocket of the borrowed blue hoodie.

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