A/n: first off: what a turn-out! By which I mean like a hundred people, but six reviews, which is awesome. (Also: check my Megamind quote there oh yeah.)
There's something I forgot to mention last chapter, which I'm pretty sure you've probably worked out already but just in case: "This is speech in a different language (depends on the person the focus is on).", "This is speech in that person's own language." and 'This is Dragonese.'
After Fury finished gracing Tony's ears with his presence, the challenge of getting Hiccup to understand that they needed to go back to the tower arose.
"We need to go back," Tony said uselessly, pointing back in the direction of the tower. He might not be understood by the Viking, but it sure felt like he was actually getting somewhere. Hiccup looked at him, looked at Toothless, and said something in Dragonese. (Tony considered it good progress that he was able to tell the difference already.)
Hiccup must've been able to tell what the hand actions meant, or possibly he was a mind reader, because Toothless sped straight back and landed neatly, exactly where they'd taken off from.
"I think we've gathered that dragons aren't dangerous." Fury said as Tony hopped off Toothless.
"Yeah, did you see that?" Tony asked giddily, gesturing back to the dragon, "We were all, nyoom!, and then the buildings were all, crash!"
"Stop acting like a three-year-old." Fury requested snappily. "Anything else to add to your oh-so-eloquent response?"
Oh, yeah, I'm an adult. Not supposed to be all giddy about dragons. But still... "Come on! It's a dragon. What do you think it can do?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "Fine..." Tony pouted. Damn Fury and his eyebrow-speak. "It flies, shoots these wicked fireball things, it has a language..."
"He." Hiccup corrected. Tony looked back at him in surprise; he'd forgotten that JARVIS was translating what he said now.
"He, sorry."
Tony scanned the room. The other dragons had gone - to a different floor? Maybe - and the rest of the Avengers had followed. It was just him and Fury. Great.
"So, what now?" Well, him, Fury, and Hiccup. And Toothless. "Got any magic plan to get us back home?"
"No." Fury admitted. He didn't sound too sorry about it, either. "We don't even know how you got through; the portal was only supposed to open at two ends. I was hoping you could shed some light on the matter?"
Hiccup rolled his eyes, correctly translating Fury's 'polite' suggestion into "tell us no or there'll be consequences". "There was a portal, we were looking at it - from a safe distance -" the way he said that made it sound as though someone had ruined the 'safe distance' part of the plan, "when it suddenly exploded outwards. Next thing I know, we're all falling with the red and gold thing, and we're here... wherever here is."
"New York." Tony supplied. "And this is Stark Tower. More like 'A' tower, right now," he said sadly, thinking of the destruction of what was 88 - an argument could still be made for 85 - percent his baby. Maybe if he said the destruction was to Pepper's parts, she could get the people to come and fix it.
Or he could do it himself, as he knew he would, with redesigned floors to suit his new Avenger buddies. And the Vikings, if they stayed that long.
"Great." Hiccup's tone implied it was anything but. "So, where's everyone else?"
Everyone else, Hiccup discovered, had retreated to the room he'd woken up in. A quite small room, he noted now that he wasn't busy trying to work out what in Thor's name was going on - and Thor was here, wasn't he? He was never going to get used to that. Small, but strangely decorated, and still no sign of the Man In The Ceiling. J, he thought he'd head Tony call him.
"Hey, man in the ceiling?" he called, looking upwards - perhaps that's where he's hiding.
"Yes?" For such a strangely inexpressive voice, it sounded quite amused at his new name.
"Who are you?"
"It's more of a what." the voice admitted. "JARVIS - Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. Mr Stark named me."
Mr Stark. Must be Tony. "So where are you hiding? It can't be very comfortable in the roof. And how come you can speak Norse?"
"I'm a computer program. An AI, if you will." Again with the amusement. "Vikings don't have computers, so you wouldn't understand. It's... a place to store information, and then display it."
"Like a notebook?" Hiccup checked. "Just a really clever one, that talks instead of showing its pages?"
"I suppose."
"Wow."
"Done chatting with J?" Tony asked. He sounded just as amused as the AI though, so he probably wasn't annoyed. "Your friends went upstairs; there's room for them and the dragons there."
"Ah, okay." Time for introductions...
By the time Hiccup and Tony found the rest of the group, they'd already well and truly made themselves at home.
Snotlout was already in a headlock; Hiccup wasn't surprised that he'd already managed to irritate the red-headed woman - clearly she and Astrid would be getting along well though, if that reaction was anything to go by. It was slightly surprising that nobody was interested in Thor anymore - the twins were talking to - or rather, at - a man who Hiccup couldn't remember seeing, and Astrid was admiring the arrows of the one Tony had called Legolas. Eret just seemed happy that Ruffnut was preoccupied, while Fishlegs was cowering away from the red-head.
"Hey guys." Hiccup alerted everyone to his presence. "What's going on?"
"Help me!" Snotlout said dramatically from his place on the floor. "She's insane!"
"You probably deserve it." Hiccup was unsympathetic. "Trying to chat her up?"
"Ladies just can't resist the Snotlout charm!" Taking that as a yes...
"Nothing much," Astrid answered the original question, moving over from the guy with the arrows. "just been talking. What about you and that guy?" She gestured towards Tony.
"Took him for a flight." he explained. "This is a pretty interesting place. It's called New York, apparently."
"This is a great reunion and all," Tony interrupted, "but I think we need some actual introductions."
"Well, most of you already know me," Hiccup started.
"Yeah, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third." Tony smirked. "Great name."
"Better than Snotlout," Hiccup shot back, gesturing to the Viking on the floor.
"Hey, I can introduce my - aargh! What was that for?"
The woman had decided that a headlock wasn't enough, apparently, and had shoved Snotlout's face into the floor. Hiccup definitely approved of her.
"That's Widow." Tony said. "Well, Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff - if that is indeed her real name. The joke was lost on most people in the room. "Well anyway, this is Clint, or Hawkeye."
"Hey." the man Astrid had been chatting with raised a hand, not looking up from the arrow-head he was fiddling with.
"This is Bruce. He's that giant green rage monster from before - you may have noticed him; he's called the Hulk."
"Or just the Other Guy." the man Hiccup didn't recognise said with a slight smile. "The Hulk, that is. Or Big Guy; depends who you ask." Hiccup was quite interested with him already. How could he change forms like that?
"And that's the star-spangled man with a plan, Steve. Or Captain America, or Capsicle, or Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass."
"Please don't call me any of those last ones." the man with the shield requested. He sounded nice enough, if a tad more formal than the others.
"I'm guessing you already know Point Break, so that's about it." Tony finished, tapping the Asgardian's chest with his knuckles. Hiccup nodded slightly to his guess; obviously, they all knew Thor. Though he'd never heard him referred to as 'Point Break'.
"What about that guy?" Astrid asked, pointing to the man in the corner. Whoever he was, Tony didn't seem to like him. "You didn't introduce him."
"Oh, yeah. Can't forget the SHIELD guy." Tony slapped his forehead in faked irritation. "It's Popeye - don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"Nick Fury. Director of the Strategic Homeland -"
"I agree with Hiccup; nobody cares." Tony cut him off, ignoring the glare he received.
"Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Fury continued as if Tony hadn't spoken.
"Great, now we're all good and introduced." Tony grinned. "Howzabout telling us more about that portal?" He directed the question to the 'SHIELD guy'. What do they know about it?
"Our good friend Selvig might have something to say about it, but I'm not going to interrupt him while he recovers." Fury said. Hiccup frowned - another person to deal with?
"Would it be possible to open it again, though?" Hiccup wondered. From the way these people were talking about it, they were the ones responsible for opening it in the first place.
"Selvig is the one who designed it," Fury elaborated, "so he may be able to recreate it." He said it quite deliberately. They don't know whether they can or not.
"Why wouldn't they be able to?"
"They were under mind control when they did it." Clint said moodily. The dragons shuffled uncomfortably at the mention of mind control; it was still a sore subject, especially when Toothless was involved.
The Avengers turned to look at Hawkeye as he made his comment. Clearly, mind control was a sore subject with them, too.
"Maybe we should stop talking about that aspect of this," Hiccup suggested.
"Hear hear." Clint said, just as darkly as his other comment had been.
"and get back onto the topic of the portal." Hiccup finished. He looked expectantly over at Fury.
"I'm sure it can be done," the man confirmed. "but not now. It's too risky; we might end up inviting another alien invasion."
"That's what destroyed this place?" Tuffnut asked. "Cool."
"So, what can we do?"
"We can chuck Popeye out." Tony said irritably, glaring at the man with the eye patch.
'Popeye' glared at Tony. "We need to debrief first." he said sternly. Hiccup was beginning to think that he said everything sternly.
"How's this for a debrief: we beat Loki, there aren't any more Chitauri, and I don't care what SHIELD has to say on the matter."
Fury looked even less impressed than he had before - Hiccup hadn't thought it possible; he'd finally found someone more constantly exasperated than Stoick had been. "I'll come back tomorrow, for a proper debriefing."
He swept his gaze around the room, expression not changing, and gave Tony one last glare for good measure before he finally left.
Tony grinned at the group. Sure, it was a bit rough around the edges - a lot rough around the edges - and they might have a few kinks to work out - a lot of kinks to work out - but it was coming together nicely. The addition of the Vikings didn't seem to have affected that dynamic too badly - in fact, Tony was really looking forwards to getting to know Hiccup a bit more.
"You know what we need?" he said, nodding slightly in praise of himself because this idea was just awesome and man was he glad he was the one that came up with it.
"A drink?" Clint guessed, eyeing the bar, one of the only things in the room that hadn't been destroyed. Tony narrowed his eyes at him; no one was getting to his drinks without his explicit opinion.
"No." Tony shook his head, talking to Hawkeye as he would a small child. "We need a team bonding exercise!"
"Wasn't the battle team bonding enough?" Clint shot back, clearly unimpressed. Spoilsport.
"I thought we agreed that that was a party." Natasha grinned.
Clint pouted. "I thought you were on my side?"
"I'm on the winning side." Natasha corrected. And she was right; Cap was nodding, clearly impressed by Tony's willingness to get along; Thor was always happy to partake in what he surely thought were strange Midgardian customs; Bruce was shaking his head in amused resignation; and the Vikings were shrugging among themselves.
"That's..." Tony did a mental headcount, "twelve against one, there."
"Fine." Clint folded his arms and flopped down onto the nearest sofa. "What are we doing? Hide and seek? Truth or dare?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of twenty questions, actually." Tony corrected. "Or rather, one question. Everyone gets to ask someone else one question!"
"Fine." Clint repeated. "But I can refuse." he bargained.
Knowing the archer's past as a spy, Tony reluctantly agreed. "Great. I'll go first - Peg-leg, what's up with that?" He pointed towards Hiccup's prosthetic.
"It was a dragon." Hiccup explained. Tony noticed that the other Avengers had pretty much the same reaction to that as him, barring little miss I-don't-have-emotions, whose expression remained as neutral as always. They were all - he guessed; he wasn't a mind reader - thinking about the dragons in the room with them, and how easy it would be for one of them to just bite someone's limb off.
Hiccup seemed to realise that too, as he continued. "It was a massive dragon, much different from all these." he said quickly. "It was controlling all the other dragons, so I had to kill it. Didn't count on falling off Toothless's back and straight into an explosion, though..."
Well, that explained that. Tony wasn't sure if he was glad he asked or not. Well, his bad-ass level just rose...
The other Avengers were calming now too, and stopped inching away from the reptiles in their midst.
"When was that?" Cap asked suddenly, still frowning. Figures that Mr Morality would go for the age question.
"Umm... five years ago? I was fifteen... sounds about right."
Slaying the dragon at fifteen? Bad-ass levels: through the roof.
"Hey, I got a question." Clint said, looking at Tony. "Can I get a drink now?"
Tony sighed - figured he'd get all the boring ones. "Fine, knock yourself out." He looked around the group - none of them were really looking at him anymore. "Anyone else?" he checked anyway.
Silence. Typical.
"Um... question for... for Thor." one of the Vikings - Fisheggs, was it? - asked nervously. He even raised a trembling hand to boot. Adorable. "Why are you here?"
"My brother Loki was the one who started this battle. I had to help end it."
Point Break's smile had disappeared at the mention of his brother, replaced by the Asgardian's best serious face. Guy needs to sort out his family issues. Tony decided.
"Yeah, I have a question for the Black Widow." Snotface - or whatever his name was - asked, in what Tony assumed the Viking thought to be a Very Sexy Voice, capitals and all. As a man who knew a lot about Very Sexy Voices, Tony could confirm that no, it wasn't, and yes, he was lining himself up for a good kick in the balls. "Do you wanna go out with -"
"Do you want to keep your insides inside you?" Natasha asked in return, using a voice-with-caps of her own: the Super Scary Voice. Snotlout nodded, whimpering slightly. Poor kid, doesn't know who he's up against. "Then I suggest you don't finish that question."
Astrid grinned at Natasha's words. "I have a different question." she asked. Widow nodded, happier to accept the new question. "Do you want to join the Anti-Snotlout Club?"
Natasha grinned, and a beautiful friendship was born. Note to self: stay away from those two.
"Hey, Bruce, was it?" Hiccup asked, getting the scientist's attention.
"Yeah. I'm guessing that wasn't your question?"
"Hm. I was wondering about the Other Guy." Hiccup said, almost cautiously - he must've known it was another sore subject. Kid's perceptive. "How do you go from one form to the other?"
Bruce relaxed; that was a relatively safe question. "It happens when I'm angry." he revealed.
Hiccup nodded at that, not as concerned as Tony had seen other people be when receiving that news. Keep it up and you'll be a science bro in no time. he decided - he hadn't actually revealed his secret science club idea to Bruce yet, but he wasn't letting the other man say no when he did. Hiccup did, however, send a nervous glance over at the twins. From what Tony had seen so far, they were probably the irritating idiots of the Viking group, so Hiccup would fear them getting Bruce to Hulk out.
"It's not that easy to make it happen though," Bruce had also noticed Hiccup's worried glance. "so you don't need to worry about them."
The twins looked disappointed at that. Definitely the irritating idiots.
"Well, since I've answered one, I'll ask one." Bruce reasoned. "Can any of you speak a different language?"
Ah, looking for some less technology-based communication. Smart.
"I'm guessing Dragonese doesn't count here?" Hiccup guessed. "In which case, no. Sorry."
"It's alright." Tony assured. It was still awesome that they could talk to dragons.
There was a comfortable silence in which no one had anything good to say, then: "How did you destroy all this stuff?"
Ruffnut and Tuffnut had spoken at the same time, and were now eagerly awaiting an answer. I'm sure we talked about this already...
"You mean the city?" Tony checked. Identical nods. Creepy. "Well, we had a little help from the alien invasion."
"Aliens? Cool!" the twins grinned. Tony shook his head; they really didn't remember the conversation from just five minutes ago. He decided not to elaborate; he didn't want them to actually remember something and end up getting tips.
"Do you have a question?" Steve asked, gesturing to the man in the corner. He shook his head.
"Nah; can't think of anything."
Tony shrugged. Fair enough. "And you, Point Break?"
"Yes." Thor said, smiling slightly again. "When is the feast?"
After convincing Thor that the feast would be taking place any time now - Hiccup still wasn't over that (Thor. Just... Thor) but he was getting used to the idea, at least - the Avengers sat down and started bandaging themselves up. It left the Vikings with nothing to do, without having been in a battle themselves, so they retreated to the dragons.
'You okay, bud?' Hiccup checked, realising that he hadn't really had a chance to talk to Toothless since their brief flight.
'I'm bored.' Toothless complained. Hiccup laughed. He'll be fine. 'What're we doing now?'
'Waiting for the Avengers to finish patching themselves up.' Hiccup explained. 'Shouldn't take too long, hopefully. Then I think we're getting some food.'
Toothless grinned. 'Great; I'm starving.'
Ah yes, the poor Night Fury hadn't eaten anything for over an hour! How terrible.
'I'm sure you'll survive,' Hiccup said, the embodiment of sympathy. Toothless snorted at him but didn't comment, and the two lay down on the floor.
Tony looked down at the Viking and dragon duo. Cute, he thought, grinning at his luck as he realised that the two were in a perfect position for the security cameras to catch him - yes he has security cameras in his house, he's Tony God Damn Stark.
The other Vikings were over on the other side of the room, being given earpieces by Bruce, who was trying to explain to them that it was like a miniature version of the Man In The Ceiling - who knew that that was what they were calling JARVIS?. Somehow, the job had fallen to Tony to wake up the sleeping chief.
"Hey Peg-Leg." he said, nudging him with his foot. Nothing. "Get up; it's shawarma time."
"Go away..." he mumbled sleepily. Well that's just rude.
"No can do." Tony smirked. "Get up or I'll throw you out the window."
"Toothless'll just catch me..."
Dang. He wasn't even fazed for a second. "Just get up? Please?" Yes, of course pleading will work. Hiccup one, Stark nil.
"M'kay," Hiccup muttered, pushing himself away from Toothless's wings and leaving the protective embrace of his dragon buddy. "You happy now?" he asked, more awake.
"Very." Tony confirmed. "Now if you'd make your way over to the big green rage machine," - ha, rhyme - "we can give you something to help with the language barrier when we leave the tower."
Hiccup nodded and went over to get his earpiece. He frowned for a second, presumably confused at the sudden voice in his ear. "Oh, hey JARVIS."
Not The Man In The Ceiling? Tony officially promoted Hiccup to Science Bro status.
"Come on," he said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the door, "our shawarma awaits!"
Hiccup had never heard of shawarma before. It was a food, apparently, that Tony had decided would be perfect for a post-battle meal. A bit different from the feasts Berk liked to have, but each to their own.
Tony had led the dragon riders and the Avengers down the tower - the amount of steps was amazing, but to be expected for how far up they were. It was only once they got to the bottom that they realised they could've used their dragons to make the trip quicker, by which point it was too late.
"We can do it on the way back up." Hiccup had pointed out, and the rest of the group had shrugged.
Now they were stood outside the 'shawarma joint', having an argument.
"We can't bring dragons in with us!" Steve pointed out. "They wouldn't actually fit through the door."
"Yeah, but Hiccup says that he and Toothless go everywhere together."
Correction: Tony and the Captain (Captain of what, though?) were having an argument. Apparently it was a regularly occurring thing, for the all of a day that they'd been in each other's presence. A sort of hate at first sight, one that Hiccup was quickly tiring of. How did they save the world with teamwork like this?
"Hiccup says that he doesn't mind as long as he gets fed." Hiccup interrupted. He really didn't mind; he could easily find fish for Toothless, and the dragons were used to having to stay outside. Okay, Toothless wasn't so much, but the others were!
"It's impractical." Cap reasoned.
"Everything else is broken, what's one more wall? Besides, if they're still open after an alien invasion, are they really going to be surprised by dragons?"
"For his sake!" Hiccup shouted, pointing over at Thor. "They'll stay outside if they have to."
Tony and Steve stared at him for a minute, looking between the Viking and Thor. They continued their staring for a few seconds, then -
"Ha! That's amazing." Tony grinned. "Well, looks like problem's solved. Come on, Capsicle!"
Everyone followed Tony into the building, slightly less enthusiastically than the billionaire himself. Like most buildings in the city, it looked like it was about to fall down. The walls were already crumbling, and all the surfaces had a thick lining of dust to them.
"Hope nobody has asthma," Tony joked as he grabbed a table, brushing the dirt off it as he started pulling it into the middle of the room. Fishlegs shuffled around awkwardly, then set about helping the billionaire put the tables together.
Hiccup helped by grabbing a few chairs, hefting them over to the tables and only slightly resenting the fact that the man with the shield - he wasn't even holding the shield anymore, he was going to have to come up with something better to call him. His name, perhaps. Maybe once he could remember it for more than three seconds... - was able to easily carry a stack of them. At least he tried, which was more than could be said for Clint.
He found a way to be genuinely helpful when Toothless started trying to fit his head through the door, going over to help the dragon get unstuck and ending up bringing him in.
"Sorry," he apologised as he walked over to the completed table, "he really doesn't like waiting outside."
"It's okay." the shield guy - not to be confused with the SHIELD guy - said warmly. (Steve. That was his name.) "Now, how about we order?"
"Good idea," Tony agreed. "So, shawarma for everyone? Thought so!" He didn't give time for anyone to argue, marching up to the counter before anyone could even open their mouths.
And Hiccup still didn't know what a shawarma even was.
A woman came up to the counter to serve Tony, looking completely unsurprised at the collection of superheroes and Vikings that had turned up in her restaurant. It had just been one of those days, apparently.
She took the orders and retuned to the back room, presumably to cook the food. That gave Hiccup some time to ask the all-important question: "What even is shawarma, anyway?"
Tony took a moment to look at him in over-dramatic horror. "You don't know what shawarma is?" he gasped, reaching a hand out to gently grasp Hiccup's face. "Oh you poor, deprived child."
"Stop with the dramatics and explain it already!" Clint snapped.
Tony laughed. "Yeah, I dunno what shawarma is. It'll make a nice surprise when it arrives!"
Despite having known the man for less than a day, Hiccup couldn't say that he was actually surprised at his antics.
"As long as its edible..."
Tony looked down at the shawarma and blinked. He wasn't sure what he'd expected when he'd decided to try it, but he decided that the reality was probably better. Or maybe he was too tired to have functioning taste buds anymore. Whatever.
Nobody seemed up for conversation now that the food had arrived. The Avengers because, hey, they had just saved the city from an alien takeover and the Vikings because, well, none of them looked much inclined towards civilised conversation - Hiccup was no longer counting as a Viking, in this instance. Far too clever and Science Bro-y - and they were getting used to being in a different universe.
That made for silence in the room, except for the occasional sound of someone taking a bite of their food. Steve looked like he was about to fall asleep in his; his head kept dipping down into his hand, then he'd snap back into alertness, only to repeat the routine. Everyone else was content just to eat without bothering to look at anyone else.
A few whispered words in the hacking-cough language that was Dragonese - if he ever did learn it, he was only going to learn how to understand it - caught Tony's attention. Hiccup was handing some of his shawarma to Toothless, who was accepting the food happily. Tony shrugged, about to turn back to his own meal, when Toothless started choking on it.
He was about to jump up and help the dragon, still in superhero mode, until he realised that the choking noises the Night Fury was making were an attempt at regurgitating the food. Ew. Still, Hiccup didn't look surprised at the development. Instead, he sighed, braced himself, and ate the offered food. Double ew.
There was a cute moment that followed when Toothless mirrored Hiccup's smile, but it was still disgusting.
Oh well, he hadn't had that much shawarma left, anyway.
"Which dragon are you getting on?" Hiccup asked. Tony had already bagsied Toothless - Hiccup had no idea what that meant, but he had a feeling that it didn't involve actual bags - which left the rest of the Avengers to choose their way up to the tower.
"I'm going with Astrid." Natasha decided, hopping onto Stormfly with minimal help from the Viking. Snotlout made a whimpering sound at that, clutching his chest as if wounded.
He'll get over it.
"How about you then?" Sure enough, Snotlout bounced back like a rubber band. He grinned at Clint as he spoke. "Wanna experience the awesome power of a Monstrous Nightmare?"
Clint looked at Hookfang, shrugged, and hopped on.
'Don't set fire to him.' Hiccup warned. Hookfang snorted.
'Spoilsport.'
Steve looked up at the dragons cautiously. "I don't know which to get on." he admitted.
"Ooh!" Fishlegs started bouncing around, waving his hand in the air. "You should definitely choose Meatlug! She has a heart of gold!"
Steve hopped on, and Hiccup chuckled at his friend's predictability. "Who's left?"
"Bruce." Tony reminded him, pointing at the other scientist.
"Ah. He should probably go with Skullcrusher then." Hiccup advised, glancing over at the twins, who were having another fight. "Okay guys," he glared at Snotlout, "give them a gentle flight."
"And our first flight was gentle?" Tony asked sarcastically.
"Shut up."
Tony grinned. "I'm wounded. Now let's go!"
Hiccup looked over at Tony, who was sprawled out on his bed. With the amount of the tower that was destroyed, there wasn't enough room for everyone to have their own room, so everyone had decided to share in the same way that they had shared dragons. It meant that the twins were the only one to keep their normal arrangement, but Hiccup was pretty sure that no one minded, since it meant that they didn't have to spend more time with them.
Hiccup was lucky in that he was sharing with the owner of the tower, so the room he was in was the best one. It was certainly more comfortable than his own room back on Berk, but it was also much less familiar. Technology lined every wall, gadgets that Hiccup had never seen and didn't understand scattered all over the floor. Most of them were, apparently, of Tony's own design. It was a bit daunting, how little he knew, but Hiccup was determined to learn.
Speaking of learning...
"JARVIS?" Hiccup whispered. He knew that the - AI? Comp-something, he'd said he was - was there; Tony had said goodnight to him. The billionaire really did treat him like an invisible man in the ceiling, despite insisting that he wasn't. But do invisible people in the ceiling need sleep?
"Yes?" JARVIS whispered back, or spoke at a volume matching Hiccup's own.
"Could you teach me English?"
"Of course, sir."
So, that was pretty long. And, having started work on the next chapter, I know it's only going to get longer. I've had to split it in two because it'd end up being more than 10,000 words otherwise...
Continue with the feedback (delicious, delicious feedback) please! I'm taking the suggestions into account - speaking of which, I'm not sure whether to give the Vikings superpowers or not. If my rough plot is actually followed, they won't be in New York for much more than a month (maybe two?), so if they had powers they'd barely have time to get used to them. Thoughts?
