Brazillian Superhero massacre
Last Saturday, twenty-three superheroes in Brazil were left for dead in a bloody and brutal fashion.
Whilst detectives were unable to find a probable cause to arrest their chief suspect, an Norway-based supervillain-terrorist group, one thing is for sure, foul play can not be ruled out.
One eye witness reports seeing a man enter the area and leave carrying out two unconscious men. The witness described the man as one of a pretty tall build, about 6"2, muscular, and with face paint.
The man who the rest of the community has since dubbed the ''Jungle Man" has still not been brought into custody, but authorities assure us that they are doing their best.
In related news, reports of an underground Superhero agency being killed in a fairly similar fashion eight days later in Mexico have recently come in. Could this be the same man?
-Nina El Paso
No, Hiccup thought, but I'm sure as hell whoever did it will do their level best to pin it on him.
And Dagur was 6"4, not 6"2! If he was only 6"2 then Hiccup would feel even shorter than he had used to when they were still in contact.
He sighed, thinking back to the previous day. Astrid had called him in, freaking out, the small and quiet University section of Berk had been on fire from one of Nightfury's latest temper tantrums. He got clobbered and was now in their hideout's care unit on a drip and several other liquid injections.
And to think he had classes tomorrow! He'd tried to drop a few, but had been told that he had to finish one entire year at the school before dropping out of subjects. What the fuck!?
He didn't even really need half of his subjects, if he was studying to be an architect/vet, he really only needed medicine, architecture, art, physics and maths! He was still going to keep his language and history classes, but that was it.
That cut his subjects in, like, half, but sadly he was going to have to wait another full five months before that was possible. Oh well, he knew what he was going into, so perhaps he ought to simply prioritize that, after all, no one could stop him from missing lectures.
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Toothless smiled. He'd fought Haddock the previous night. #Yes, #Loser, #ultimate_pick_me_up. The only thing at the moment that brought a smile to his face was the thought of flinging that loser into the hard asphalt streets below. He'd seen Valkyrie fly him away, of course, but that was only after he had heard the oh-so-satisfying crunch of his loser nemesis's body collide with the solid ground below.
Oh, great, now he'd have to deal with ze roommate! Fucking fantastic.
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There's a part of me that hates being in the care unit of HQ, because it likely means that I've failed big time, but there's another part of me that's grateful that I don't have to deal with that smug asshole that I call a roommate.
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He's not here… yaSSSSSS!
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Astrid says I have to go to class :(
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I hope he doesn't show up to maths.
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Fucking maths!
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Fucking Other Haddock!
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Gaahhh!
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URGh!
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"Just concentrate on your breathing," I tell Hiccup in a soothing voice, my hands on his semi-bare biceps.
"Thanks, Astrid," he smiles.
"Ready?" I ask, bringing a small chisel to where his cast has been cemented over for the past week.
"Go for it."
I crack it open, exposing slightly irritated skin that still has a few abrasions and minor burns, but is way better than the original skin had been last week.
"You're good to go," I smile.
"Thanks," he smiles back.
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I hope the sudden switch to first person didn't confuse you guys too much!
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P