RECAP: The Isle of Berk now knows who the five potential opponents are; Astrid, Gobber, Eret, Morgan and Snotlout. Whilst it sounds like the reveal went smoothly for Hiccup and Valka, in which the two of them have planned everything out for this vote, it didn't go so well for Morgan. Gustav, after claiming that he was in it, sent a sense of anxiousness through Morgan after the British lad had realized that not only was Gustav himself wasn't in it, but he's perhaps underestimated the entire thing just from the vikings in it alone; the likes of Astrid and Eret, and not to mention the fact that Hiccup himself is going to be in it to keep the balance, he won't win it. The whole situation regarding Toothless and the dragons with their hidden season continues to hint towards Morgan, in the midst of the election time, too.
The reptiles currently amongst the arena at the moment, where Astrid, Gobber, Morgan, Eret and Snotlout had revealed themselves not only to each other, but to the gigantic crowds of vikings who had came from the majority of the village, were aware that they weren't going to be at the debate tonight, and logic says that it made complete sense. It's not required for them to be there, because they aren't going to be looking to choose an opponent for Hiccup, and Hiccup himself has stated in the past that the dragons will indeed be amongst the veteran vikings and those who were long companions of Stoick himself at the separate-questioning session next week, in which Hiccup and whoever his opponent will be will be questioned for a total of 45 minutes each, separately. They were being granted the chance to go to it to not only observe the choice before them, but to add pressure onto the opponent more than anything. The dragons themselves will also be voting quite uniquely in this upcoming election, too, and the way they'll do it has been addressed on numerous occasions; they'll be taken into a private area with their respective human, and then one of the vikings who'll be controlling the wooden box where all the votes will go will tell the dragons to either walk left or right; with each direction representing a different vote. For example, if one was to vote for Hiccup to stay on, that dragon would walk to the left, which would confirm the vote. If one of them for whatever reason decided to choose the opponent, that dragon would walk to the right, and given their intelligent nature, they were more than eligible to be able to vote in this manner. It was a way of countering the obstacle that the dragons couldn't talk. The dragons without a human, however, aren't being given the chance to participate in the vote.
Their awareness of themselves not being able to attend the debate tonight had led them all, even including Cloudjumper and Skullcrusher, to wanting to stay at the arena so the entirety of them could play around with each other to kill off the time of the duration of the debate. What they'd do exactly wasn't entirely clear, but considering that they want to stay at the arena, there's surely something in their minds.
Morgan had ended up not following the line of Astrid, Gobber, Eret and Snotlout, but instead, he resorted to standing quite far out on the edge near the arena entrance, so he wouldn't get in the way of the crowd of vikings that were making their exit from this place back towards the village. Hiccup had told the five of them to head back before the observing crowd of vikings did, so they could prepare themselves in a quiet and calm atmosphere for the debate, which would be their huts obviously. Morgan had a bone to pick, though, even such that he didn't even realise that he was near Cloudjumper, the dragon who arguably poses the greatest threat to his life at the moment. Waiting for the crowd of the vikings to fully empty out from every single direction of the outside of the arena was repetitive, because not only did Morgan have to go through listening to a bunch of mumbling voices as well as the combination of footsteps, but some of the vikings were still looking at him as they walked past the entrance of the arena in a dirty way, as if they were judging him for wearing shorts. Usually, in situations like that, Morgan wasn't bothered, but when he's feeling the pressure of having to outperform the likes of Astrid and Eret later on at the Great Hall, his entire body would heat up briefly in the stress that was generated from the vikings giving him an odd look. He was waiting near the entrance of the arena so he could talk to Gustav briefly, about why he did what he just did without telling him. Morgan wasn't angry, but more so, shocked at the lack of communication between himself and Gustav.
As the sun was starting to show off a more-distributed glaring light of orange in the distance over the ocean with it's lowered altitude, it became clear that the day was gradually coming to an end, and the sky was also starting to slightly decrease in lightness, but you wouldn't have realised that considering how lit up the village of Berk is. But at long last, the final portion of the crowd of vikings had walked over that disgustingly thin wooden bridge which connected the piece of land with the arena and the land that made up a great portion of Berk. Morgan felt like the bridge needed to be bigger to make the process of waiting for a large collection of vikings to leave the area of the arena faster, something he could potentially add to one of his promises as Chief.
Away with the vikings, and now, in with the dragons; that was what Morgan was seeing here, where, in a close proximity of each other, their colourful scales were hard to remove the eyes from. Morgan honestly didn't want to waste his time at the moment with the dragons, so he turned to look over at a Gustav who looked down in himself; his eyes were looking lazy, his pupils were looking directly downwards at the stone ground he was stood on, and Fanghook had lowered his vicious head to him as a way to comfort his human, where the dragon could clearly see that he was upset in some way. Gustav couldn't help but break out of the sad-looking expression once Fanghook started purring, and he petted the soft, yet somewhat tough scales of the Monstrous Nightmare, where his teeth that were sticking out from the bottom part of his mouth, like every Monstrous Nightmare, were well and truly exposed into his eyesight.
"GUSTAV?!" Morgan yelled, which instantly generated a simultaneous turn in all of the dragon's heads to his direction, including Toothless and Cloudjumper.
Toothless, upon seeing Morgan just stood there by himself, quickly adjusted his paws as he was stood on top of the arena with Hookfang and Stormfly, and upon scattering his puppy eyes across their eyes, in which the Night Fury looked somewhat as if he was wanting to get out of their presence from his wide green eyes and his shaking body, in which it resembled the time he was waiting for Hiccup to wake up after he had lost his leg to the Red Death, he released his black scaly wings out into the air, where they briefly collided against the cold, hard and rusty metal of the arena; Toothless pelted off of the arena with the speed of a cheetah, but despite that speed, he wasn't going far at all; in order to avoid the dragon's teasing of him due to them now knowing what he's got in mind, Toothless had simply flew over to both Hiccup and Valka as the two of them were talking with each other, before the Night Fury's surprise landing on the stone stage had caught them by surprise with the big bang of wind that went along with the landing. Cloudjumper looked away from the sight of the guy who had at one time threatened his viking, and for that reason, he genuinely has no interest in even wasting his time in looking at Morgan. His-permanent-smile looking expression with his red-curved forehead and his menacing yellow eyes had pinpointed Toothless just standing with Hiccup and his own human, Valka, at the stage some distance away. The Stormcutter tilted his head slightly, showing curiosity about going there with Toothless as well.
Gustav walked over towards Morgan, as Fanghook had traced his human's path from behind carefully, in which his vicious face looked neutral with the eyes looking focused. Morgan gestured for Gustav to come forwards, even though Gustav was already walking to him, but this was possibly due to the fact that Morgan wanted to get it over with in a quick manner. He looked up at the metal surroundings of the arena where some of the dragons were simply staring at him; not that he was bothered, but the fact that Stormfly and Hookfang just now had planted their eyes onto him at the same time was just an intriguing thing. Plus, it'd be even more intriguing for him if he knew why they were doing it.
"I couldn't do it, Morgan, I'm sorry..." Gustav said, finally approaching Morgan, as Morgan smiled at Fanghook briefly, with the compassionate Monstrous Nightmare purring and nodding at him in response.
"I'm not mad, Gustav, honestly. But the lack of communication was just...quite a surprising thing, I didn't expect you to do that.." Morgan emitted, just once again scanning his sights across the arena just now.
"I wouldn't have been able to go through with what we planned, you know uh, me and Snotlout, right?"
"Oh come on, Gustav. I promised you that if you did it, should I win this entire thing, you'd get a good portion of power with me, didn't I? I can't really say that I can stick to that now, uh, you know, considering that you kind of bailed out at the last minute"
"If I'm being truthful for a moment, I don't think I could have done it anyways. I was technically gonna go in there to be a puppet"
"Like I said, I really don't mind, Gustav. It was just a bit of a shocker, that's all. I'll see how it goes tonight, and I'll think about whether or not I'll stick to the promise I put forwards to you a few days ago. You uh, I think you're coming to watch it, aren't you?" Morgan said, referring to the debate, in which Gustav was perhaps coming along to watch it.
"If I came here, I'm obviously gonna be there, but I just wish old Fanghook here could come along..." Gustav said, placing his palm right onto Fanghook's nostrils, in which the warmth of his breathing air had emerged, causing Gustav to once again pet him.
"Huh, I guess..."
"I don't wanna be the bearer of bad news here, uh, Morgan, but do you honestly think you can actually...do it?"
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked, sounding a lot more serious in his tone suddenly.
"How long have you actually been here for?"
"Some weeks, but why, Gustav?"
"I mean...when you look at it from that perspective...can you honestly imagine yourself getting remotely close to beating a bunch of people who've been around here for years? you've got Astrid, Gobber, and especially Hiccup...I just don't know, Morgan..." Gustav said, scratching the back of his neck as he, after utilising his part of his personality just now where he felt he could do more than he thinks he can, looked quite apprehensively with his teeth showing, with that expression giving the message of 'I can't watch, it's simply too hard to see him suffer'.
Morgan looked down at the stone floor as he could sense a couple of the dragons on top of the arena looking at him. He quickly turned to the light colouration of the sun in the distance over the giant body of water surrounding Berk, where the wind had briefly sent a pelt of itself into his hair, causing it to wave about for a short amount of time. Looking back at Gustav, and Fanghook besides him, where the dragon dwarfed Gustav in length and size, Morgan had a repetitive view on people saying to him that he can't do this, he can't do that, and he's simply not experienced enough. He nodded his head left and right with a smile at the ground, before placing his hands on his hips, looking back up at the young viking.
"Is it okay if I just take like...what? a minute or two out of your time quickly?"
"I guess we can stick around for slightly longer, Fanghook?" Gustav said, with the dragon nuzzling Gustav afterwards with his chin, where he smiled at his human's words just now, which meant that he too was willing to stay around. There was a brief, yet thick set of rumbling noises from Fanghook, too.
"Dragon's consent, huh, you know, that's actually pretty cool..." Morgan said, unable to contain the smile just now, with it gradually disappearing upon him starting to explain himself to Gustav, "but like, listen, nobody has some crystal ball to see the future, Gustav. Yeah, I'm only 17 years old, yeah, I'm probably too young for this type of thing, especially since I'm amongst vikings and dragons, but I was rocking out my passion for this type of thing back at my home, where it's something known as 'politics' and even though you probably don't understand that, to summarise it, that is basically my entire standing foundation. I may have Snotlout on my side, but that doesn't mean I'm expecting it to go smoothly and entirely in my favour. Politics is meant to be competitive, and it's not meant to go well for anybody, not even the most knowledgeable politician. So on that note, just because I'm who I am, it doesn't mean I'm unable to potentially strike through it all and come out on top. I just think I'm being completely under-estimated here to a disappointing magnitude, given that I should be recognised as a credible viking- man, that still sounds weird to call myself, but yeah, a credible viking who can really put up one heck of a battle"
Morgan felt like he had sucked out all of the air from his lungs, and his throat felt tight and dry from having to use his voice for as long as he did just now. He needed some water, pronto. Fanghook had listened in very carefully at Morgan's style of wordings, and he turned to Gustav, waiting for his human to acknowledge it, because, surprisingly, Fanghook looked pretty impressed at Morgan, with him giving a human-like 'raised up-eye-brow' expression. Yes, neither of them knew the words 'politician' and 'politics' but regardless, Morgan did indeed sound like the credible viking he want's to come across as.
"Take it easy, I'm sorry if I offended you or whatever"
"I wasn't offended, I just thought that I'd paint a full picture to you about this entire situation at the moment, but hey, it's done and dusted now, I've gotta uh...hmm.." Morgan said, looking over to the direction of the metal bars, seeing Hiccup and Valka climb off of the stone platform where he made the reveal announcement just now. He was debating about staying here to walk with Valka and Hiccup.
"Well uh, looks like I'm gonna head back, Morgan. Catch you later, hopefully at the hall later on, alright?" Gustav said, moving further backwards towards Fanghook's wings as the dragon was precisely looking at Morgan with his neutrality.
"Sure thing.." Morgan watched Gustav as he was looking towards the bridge that led back over towards the main village of Berk, "hopefully you can make it, and uh, for the final time, I'm not angry at you, I'm not that much of a jerk, alright? haha" he chuckled.
"I know you're not. But hey, like I said, I'll see you at the hall later. Come along, Fanghook" Gustav said, walking over towards the bridge, as his dragon's movement remained vacant in where he was sat.
Gustav waved for the final time as Morgan nodded, but Fanghook didn't instantly move away to go with his human. He moved his wings about amongst the stone ground as the spike just above the dragon's nostrils, had only just became clear to Morgan due to the fact that he hasn't been this close to a Monstrous Nightmare before. He's been close to Hookfang before, but he had forgotten that Monstrous Nightmares had held that formation above their nostrils; that sharp-looking spike. One thing seemed off, though. Fanghook gave Morgan a stare of mystery, where his eyes were planted onto him as if he had suspected something of Morgan, and his rumbling noises, although quiet, sounded curious and intrigued. Morgan didn't think much about it, and he thought that at first, it was just the dragon's way of saying goodbye.
"If you wanna stay with the other dragons, Fanghook, I don't mind, honestly" Gustav said, walking back over towards the purple and yellow Monstrous Nightmare, as Morgan was watching their interaction with interest.
Fanghook looked down to his human briefly with his neutral, calm eyes, before planting them back onto Morgan again. It did look like Fanghook wanted to stay here with the rest of the dragons at the arena after all, considering that they're not going to be attending the debate. Just out of interest, Morgan turned his entire body towards the direction of the metal bars, where the rest of the dragons were scattered about, and on the top rested Stormfly and Hookfang, where, as they were interacting with each other playfully, they'd look at Morgan for a short amount of time with expressions of curiosity, and this became a pattern that he had noticed at this point after the countless amount of times it's been done now. As he slowly looked across from here at a walking Hiccup and Valka on the other side, his eyes became firmly targeted onto a large heap of red and white-grey-like scales, one all too familiar; it had yellow eyes, four wings, and a size where it was built like a mountain, alongside one big red, but mostly-grey-shaded curve along it's forehead. It had it's front two wings, with red hooks on the front of them, planted onto the ground so it could hold itself up; this was Cloudjumper, and Morgan knew all too well what that dragon over there was like.
"It's him..." he said to himself, actually wanting to show off for some reason, in front of Cloudjumper, as the dragon was looking like he was simply studying the place around himself with the other dragons.
Fanghook looked up at Stormfly after staring at Morgan for the past minute with intrigue, with the Monstrous Nightmare finally breaking out of the vacancy he was just in. He's always had a keen interest in Stormfly, so it was no wonder that he had decided to walk closer to the metal of the arena nearest to the top where Stormfly was standing. As this happened, Valka's presence had caused the gigantic Cloudjumper to emerge from besides Skullcrusher, as the green, thickly-built dragon remained situated where he was sat, as a black familiar void in the form of Toothless, after flying over to Hiccup before to escape the other dragons, was walking alongside them too. Gustav, realizing that Fanghook wanted to stay here, simply nodded once again at Morgan as he quickly took to walking over the thin bridge before Hiccup and Valka had arrived over to Morgan's position. When they got to the front of Cloudjumper, Toothless wasted no time in skipping over to the gigantic Stormcutter, where suddenly, he let off one big, earth quaking roar that resembled the rare, playful-as-Toothless-is mood. His yellow eyes were wider, and his teeth were slightly showing from a bigger smirk. His four wings were looking like they were about to take off, despite not actually intending on doing that.
As Valka and Hiccup walked past the two playful dragons, they noticed Morgan just randomly standing near the edge of this particular rocky surface of Berk. Morgan could notice that the two of them looked at each other as soon as they glared upon his shorts-wearing body, simultaneously walking towards him. As they were closing the gap, Morgan took one final glare across to the dragons as he suddenly noticed Grump just lazily and half-arsingly entering the arena, where his eyes looked depressed and nothing short of tired. He looked pretty funny in Morgan's eyes. Whilst looking at Grump, the sight of Fanghook's big body, with his vicious wings out in his full presence from looking up at Stormfly from near the entrance, was also amongst Morgan's eyeballs.
"Hey...uh...shouldn't you be back there?" Hiccup said, as he confusingly looked at Morgan, scratching his throat.
"Yeah. I guess I just wanted to be the last one to leave because of all the hassle it would have caused to basically walk through a cluster hell of vikings, haha"
"Smart thinkin', you" Valka said, with Morgan shrugging his shoulders in a somewhat-shy manner.
"I guess it's just my logical brain at it's highest function, gotta have it ready for later on, though-"
"Oh actually," Hiccup interrupted, "I think it's a good thing that I'm seeing you now, because uh-" he was cut off from once again, another loud, and thick roar that could only come from the likes of Cloudjumper's vocals.
"Shall we just go elsewhere, son? I think they're all wantin' to commit their time here whilst we're off and executing what we've planned out for later on" Valka suggested, with Hiccup looking up from the ground at that thought.
"Yeah, we can uh, we can walk I guess, as I talk to you" Hiccup concluded, with him and Valka firstly taking the lead, walking over towards the thin bridge that led back to the main village of Berk from this arena.
"Oh yeah, uh, hold on for a moment.." Morgan said, wanting to fulfill one of his ambitions that he had gained just now from the bare sight of Cloudjumper.
Morgan marched confidently and quite quickly, right over to the direction of Cloudjumper and Toothless. Valka watched him with a slight smirk, as Hiccup was watching him with a raised eyebrow, and they could see that he was walking over towards the direction of their respective dragons.
A brief, playful row had ended between Cloudjumper and Toothless, where the Stormcutter emitted a roar at the end of it, causing Morgan to become surprised during his walk, but ultimately, it didn't stop him from getting to what he want's to do. When the two of them smiled cheerfully with each other, totally erasing any sort of conflict they had in the past days, it was just something in them that could sense somebody was walking towards them. Whatever it was, it caused Toothless and Cloudjumper to take away their firm-grasp of each other in their staring to look across at Morgan, where, as soon as the two of them glanced at him, he casually tucked his palms into the pockets of his fluffy, waistcoat-style viking vest whilst looking mostly at Toothless, diverting his eyes to the dragon he likes the most out of the two. When Toothless's puppy eyes planted onto Morgan, he seemed perked up, particularly from playing with Cloudjumper, and he took that energy right over to Morgan as he skipped rapidly and somewhat-energetically to him. Whatever they were doing, it's caused Toothless to get into a state where it looks like his certain appeal seems to have been replaced, whether or not that's temporary is unknown, by the typical, hyperactive and playful personality of the Night Fury. He sat down just short of Morgan's direct front, taking on a slightly diagonal position from his chest.
Again, Morgan kept his palms tucked into his pockets, and at this point, he had completely forgotten about the past events surrounding Toothless, so he too smiled and nodded at the Night Fury. Time was running out, though, and he couldn't waste it any longer, because he needed to get back to Valka and Hiccup as they were waiting just over that small bridge. Just before he made a couple more steps over towards Cloudjumper, in which the Stormcutter, with his smiling-expression, was looking at Morgan very briefly, but his menacing looking forehead for the most part was aimed towards the sky, where he could avoid looking at him, because he honestly didn't see how anybody could like a 'viking' like that, Morgan stopped, because the way that Toothless is smiling and sitting at the moment caught onto him emotionally.
It hit him like a pile of bricks on his insides; he looked at Toothless into his green eyes and his big, black pupils where his ears were raised up, and his wings were basically lifted up slightly off the stone surface, with the bottom of them remaining on it. The way Toothless was smiling at the moment, with his mouth shut, it was the first time in ages that Morgan had seen Toothless smile like that, and it hit on him because that smile was different; the fact that Toothless can walk around all day and fly around all day and not break a single part of that cute, black scaly face, where a smile like the one he's doing now can be as human-as-ever, with Toothless genuinely showing a liking for Morgan as the dragon's puppy eyes were brightened up, it made Morgan conclude briefly that he didn't deserve to be here to be with such a beautiful reptile and Berk in general. Toothless's head was moving quite constantly in where he was tilting it, and this caused his wings in turn to move; there's just something about this particular smile that had given off quite possibly, the cutest and most adorable looking-smile that Toothless has done in ages as his scales were shining a glimpse of silver from the soft, and smooth texture of them, that made Morgan feel a lump in his throat briefly. Perhaps it was because he's been so busy with the election coming up and the debate, that he hasn't been able to appreciate just how cute Toothless is in person.
"I'm not gonna cry, Toothless, okay?" Morgan said, with Toothless emitting a curious rumble from the implication that Morgan was going to cry; the Night Fury simply didn't realise just how cute he looks, which was also what made it all the more emotional for Morgan just now.
It was at this point that Morgan just wanted to squeeze the living hell out of Toothless and just be with him to stroke his black, soft and shiny scales, but he came here to do one thing, and he had to put this emotional-throat-lump-bringing moment with Toothless just now to the side to get it done before Valka and Hiccup inevitably leave without him. He tightened his vest, and swiped his head over in the air to make it tidy, and Toothless watched Morgan do this with curiosity as he was still without the thoughts he had initially picked up upon Morgan some days ago.
Morgan firmly stopped as close as he could feel he could go towards Cloudjumper, where the Stormcutter, instantly looking ten times the size of Toothless, even from the distance that Morgan was keeping, came across as just one gigantic, red and grey boulder with four wings.
"Hey, you.." Morgan said, in a toned down voice so neither Hiccup or Valka could hear him, but Toothless could hear him loud and clear. "How dare you do what you did to me...but you know what? you...you only helped me back there, and guess what? it's in my intention to provoke you as much as possible, so I can get one back at you, does that sound good?" Morgan confidently said, quickly placing his hand forwards to the direction of Cloudjumper with the finger next to his middle one being stuck up, implying that he wasn't finished talking.
"If I wanted to, I could take you down to the ground, you know tha-" there was a laughing sound of rumbles that emerged from Cloudjumper's throat, as his mouth was wide open as his yellow eyes were wider whilst he laughed. The Stormcutter found it funny that this young chump thinks he can just send a dragon of his type to the ground.
"Oh, laughing are we? here, let me show you what I can do..." Morgan said, not sounding happy at Cloudjumper laughing at him, or that's what it sounded like anyways, with his throat moving upwards and downwards as the rumbles had sounded like laughing ones at least.
Morgan walked over closer to Toothless as he still seemed perked up, before suddenly side-stepping right to the left of Toothless so he could still look at the Stormcutter over Toothless's body as the giant red and grey dragon was sat down. Morgan wrapped his arms around Toothless's neck, in which instantly, his scales felt cold and a texture as if the tiniest pebbles in the world were felt along a big rubber, but the coldness didn't bother him at all.
"PSST, Toothless, I need you to fall down for me..." Morgan whispered to Toothless, trying to show to Cloudjumper that he is as strong as he just claimed, by tackling down the alpha of the dragons, but Toothless suddenly had a recalling the second Morgan's arms went around his scaly neck, and his feelings had undergone drastic changes.
He was panting, his eyes were widened, and his mouth was left open, as if he looked shocked; whilst Morgan was still struggling with trying to get Toothless himself down, even after telling the Night Fury that he want's him to fall down, Toothless's entire appeal had came back to him, and Morgan touching him had reminded him of what he want's off of Morgan, and quite honestly, the collision between him and Morgan at the moment was nothing short of enjoyable and somewhat pleasuring. He slowly raised his eyes, in a wide and shocked fashion as he was panting with tiredness seemingly, to the left corner, where he could see the body of Morgan. He was getting a ticklish vibe from his entire insides, and he didn't want this to stop; his future mate, in which he now remembers, due to the touch at the moment, is literally wrapping his unique, from-a-different-world arms around the neck of him, and Toothless was slowly starting to purr at the moment, he didn't want it to end at all.
"ARGH!" Morgan said, moving himself away from Toothless after failing to get the Night Fury to obey to what he wanted him to do just now.
"Toothless, when you want me for anything, I'll make sure to ignore you as well, reptile!" Morgan said, sarcastically, but in reference nonetheless to the fact that the Night Fury, who looked like he was as tired as ever from the arousing ticklish vibe in his body just now from Morgan, had failed to obey him. "W-Why're you so tired?" Morgan added, noticing Toothless was panting as if he had done an entire year of flying, but upon that question, Toothless tried to change how he looked.
Toothless resorted to scratching the ground with his claws, doing the rapid breathing of panting through his nose, looking damned and somewhat upset at Morgan stopping what he was just doing, but Morgan wasn't finished quite yet. He wa-
"LOOK, ARE YOU COMING OR NOT?!" Hiccup yelled, finally getting impatient.
Morgan literally had a rushing sense in his heart, and quickly, he rushed back over to Cloudjumper, where he emitted a gigantic thump of a clap, which, because it caught the Stormcutter by surprise, had instantly caused him to grit his teeth out with his widened menacing yellow eyes, and his red spikes at the back of his 'eye-brows' dropping significantly, showing that he feels threatened.
"Yeah, I want you to be that way for as long as possible, take me seriously, or else.." Morgan firmly concluded, rapidly waving at Toothless afterwards before running back over to the bridge where Valka and Hiccup were.
Cloudjumper, remaining at the arena, watched Morgan's every moment as he evacuated back over to Hiccup and HIS Human, and his teeth remained out and gritted because Morgan himself was close to Valka, and if anything happens to her in his hands, he'll eliminate the causing problem of that occurrence, which, in this case, would be Morgan. He kept his calm, though, with his four wings firmly planted besides his either side of his gigantic body on the stone surface. In the midst of the events just now, Skullcrusher had backed up, to prepare for a potential Cloudjumper attack on Morgan, because he could also sense that there was clearly hatred between the human and the dragon. Cloudjumper had that face stuck in his head now, just in case Morgan happens to cause some sort of accident with Valka, the human that he loves and will do anything in his reptilian abilities to protect her.
Toothless looked down at his lower, black and shiny-scaled body from a sat-down point, and boy, was it there; it was as exposed as ever, but nothing that his wings couldn't hide from Cloudjumper and the rest of the dragons around here. He looked totally shy and embarrassed. As a dragon who has yet to engage with a mate, it was clear as to why this occurrence kept on coming at the constant rate it usually does.
"Did...did you just hug my dragon?" Hiccup asked, chuckling afterwards as if it was a weird thing to do.
"Y-uh, uh, yeah, I guess I did" Morgan said, not wanting to reveal to either Valka or Hiccup his true intention for briefly going back to the dragons just now.
"Right, uh, anyways, so uhm, I was actually gonna tell you about this..." they continued walking on after crossing the small bridge, where the cliff of Berk with the Great Hall was literally a short distance away as the sky was gradually switching the lights off for the darkness, where a darker shade of blue was gradually surrounding it, "when I first met you, but due to uh...we'll call them circumstances, I never got around to actually telling you.."
"As you know, we're uh, we're vikings, and we have titles, and I was wondering if you have a title of your own?"
"Titles?" Morgan asked, as he briefly looked over to his right to see the landscape of the giant bodies of water beyond the closest edge of Berk they were walking near at the moment.
"Yeah, like, I'm Hiccup Haddock Horrendous the third, and you're Morgan the?"
"Woah, I was never informed of this when I first got here, Hiccup. Do I have to have one?"
"It'd help, if you're serious about becoming a credible candidate to win tonight..."
"Then in that case, I'd love to have a title...but before that, Hiccup..." that emotional sighting of the cutest smile from Toothless just now was coming back to him, "you must feel lucky to have a dragon like Toothless, man. He's just...so...cute...and even if he's looking mad or angry, he'd still look cute..."
"Indeed, I mean after all, we're pretty much the same with each other, right?"
"I keep blagging on about it, but it's just...what other word can I say..it's marvelous..."
"Well uh, thanks.."
Valka had a brainstorm, and she looked over to Morgan as they were approaching the collection of huts, where the stairs leading up to the Great Hall were becoming visible, meaning that they were getting back to the village.
"Marvelous? why not go for Morgan the Marvelous? it fits, doesn't it? I'm not boring when I don't want to be, so, haha, I don't know if you'd want to consider that as a title.."
"Morgan the Marvelous...h-wow...I actually like that, that's sound, in fact, that's more than sound, that's...that's actually pretty cool, wow...yeah yeah yeah.." Morgan hyper actively said, absolutely loving the title that Valka had suggested just now.
The three of them laughed with each other as Morgan had now gained his own viking title; Morgan the Marvelous, and with that title, he can now look even more credible as a viking, despite being here for just weeks now. However, he still doesn't have a dragon, and he lacks the experience, so whether or not having a title now will change that is dependent on how the debate goes and how the crowd of vikings that'll be watching it react. It's safe to assume that Morgan's imagery of Toothless's private has been erased, because not once did he feel worried or disgusted just now, which means that he's probably forgotten about the whole 'being chosen' situation.
He's now got his own viking title; Morgan the Marvelous, and before he gained that, he had spoken to Gustav to get an understanding as to why he had backed down from the debate, and now, Morgan knows; Gustav couldn't go through with the scandal that Morgan and Snotlout will now undertake, and generally, he felt uncomfortable about attending it in the first place. Morgan, feeling as if he should start to build himself up as a serious person in front of the dragon who nearly killed him at the cove, Cloudjumper, had approached the Stormcutter with the intent of looking deadly, but all it generated was a laugh from the gigantic red-and-grey dragon, so then, he tried to tackle Toothless down, but in a gentle manner, but this had only brought back the side of Toothless that the Night Fury had did a good job of concealing until that point; his desperate, impatient desire to mate side, in which he became aroused from trying to be tackled by the human he thinks should be his mate, and just being touched by him in general. With all of this occurring just now, and with Morgan FINALLY, in an overdue style, obtaining a viking title, and with the debate imminently happening, will everything go in his favour? will the heat between himself and Cloudjumper cause any deadly occurrences? how much longer will Toothless wait to act upon his lonely side in the midst of a kept-hidden mating season with the dragons, which has been signalled from the constantly warm days of Berk as of late? so many questions, but politics is about to be discovered in Berk when Morgan steps up to the plate with a bunch of experienced vikings; it's going to be crazy.