Intermission 1…
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Hiccup was putting his armor on, only, not exactly his armor. So far he had a compression suit on, a strap across his chest holding a variety of blades, and another around his hips holding tools and materials in compartments that were way bigger than they looked. He was wearing boots, goggles and, finally… he pulled his hood down, a bag of arrows on his back, he was ready.
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Toothless took out his earphones as the car came to a halt. He paid the taxi man and stepped in through the big, black gate, it's top mimicking the shape of vines, leaves and all.
The Thompson Manor. Three big storeys of house with two grounds underneath it. His bedroom, along with his sister and brother's was in the 'attic' which had long since been renovated and split into five parts, three bedrooms and two bathrooms (though one was ensuite).
It was a large, grey-bricked building with a black slate-tiled roof. The front door was large and made of oak. Servants? Oh, man did they have servants! They were Superheroes captured and collared.
The collars were made from a very rare metal, mixed with three other metals which were now all extinct. Was it illegal to be in possession of these? Hell yes.
Not much of a problem, really. But you had to buy them from the Villains. Superheroes were way too nicey-nice to ever do something like that.
His family was incredibly wealthy, not to mention they were one of the most prestigious families in the Dragons, having a long line of Dragons ruler.
The Dragons sorta kinda had a democracy, OK, well not really. Leadership was hereditary, but you could become leader if you challenged the current leader and managed to kill them.
So yeah, kinda a democracy. Their father had stepped aside once Drachella had turned 25 to allow her to assume the throne… and yes, there was an actual throne.
That was probably why Haddock was so weak. Nobody ever challenged the Vikings. The Haddocks were the chiefs, the Bogs and Meatheads were the co-chiefs.
No change, no wonder he got stuck with such a lame-ass nemesis.
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He'd sent a message to Thuggory, collected all of his maps, some spare paper, a journal, newspaper clippings, pretty much the majority of his lab all packed up in a tiny box.
His robotic arm was on. He was ready to go.
