Hiccup gritted his teeth, doing his best to use his superhuman strength to keep the statue of Hiccup 1 from falling over.
Dammit, Nightfury, could he please just stop attacking!?
Ever since mid-January, Nightfury had been attacking almost every other night. Hiccup barely had enough time to study, let alone recover from his wounds.
The statue was made from one of the Super Metals, and he was still trying to finish the Androlead coating on his armor, an underplating for the Gronkle Iron that he'd gotten from Fishlegs.
He still had a bit of Invillion left over, he was going to use a bit of it in a bid to lightning-proof his shield, and use the rest to lightning-proof his armor. It may only be half a vial, but damn that stuff spread, and besides, Invillion alone wouldn't be enough to lightning proof his suit, heck, if anything it would make it more dangerous, no, he'd have to combine it with a surplus of its anti-element, Essenogen, as well as a semi-neutralization with the human equivalent, Thorium (which he knew would be hella hard as neutralization processes often ended in explosions).
He figured that getting his super-gear ready was priority number one for the moment, as it would help prevent injuries, meaning that after Nightfury was done razing Berk, Hiccup would be able to get some homework done!
It would take one full, uninterrupted day to get the reaction that he wanted, but how was he to be sure that Nightfury wouldn't attack when he began? For all he knew, Nightfury had an Invillion detector in his lab! OK, that was pretty far-fetched, after all, if those even existed then their hideout would've been found ages ago.
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Hiccup groaned, walking back to his room. So he'd gotten Astrid to take Nightfury duty today in case he attacked (which he didn't) in exchange for an off day for Astrid whenever she wanted one.
He was coughing and spluttering, and he was positive he'd blown off his eyebrows. Yup, the neutralization had ended with an explosion.
On the bright side, he now had 'Nightfury-proof' armour that was, in essence, indestructible.
On the downside, he probably needed to shave his head as soon as he got back to his room to avoid any chance of the radioactive material remaining on his person. Ugh, he always looked so stupid with his hair shaved :( this time he'd look even worse, due to his eyebrows being, well, blown off.
He doubted his dick-ass roommate would miss the opportunity to crack a few jokes at his expense. Then again, the guy'd been looking a little down lately and was cranky 24/7(though, Hiccup figured, that wasn't really much of a change), this might make him feel a bit better, even if Hiccup would trade him for a sandwich if anyone ever offered.
That reminded him, what was Eret's deal? He understood that the man wanted to remain loyal to his clan, but it wasn't like they would forbid him from training. If anything they'd give him a cubicle (they had a few guest ones) and help him track down the Bewilderbeast! After all, that was what the guy wanted, right? That Behemoth's head on a pike!
He sighed. Maybe he was getting a little too emotionally invested in his… friend with benefits? He wasn't sure what term was appropriate at this point. You know what, mutual escorts! Yeah! Wait, uh, did those even exist? Gah!
Trying to figure out where he stood with Eret was like trying to beat Nightfury in a battle of wits. It was just so goddamn frustrating! His head felt like it was being roasted from the inside out, the walls very wall while the actual organ in question began to melt, taking everything that it stood for down with it.
Urgh, he needed coffee.
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Toothless groaned, he was heading out to coffee (which he hated, by the way) with Hookfang and the friends. It was a nice, cosy, quiet café which quite a few students went to. The place itself was a fair size, about the same size as his bedroom times maybe 6 or 8, so around 100sqm or so.
It had a total of thirty-two tables (Toothless had a habit of being early, well, early for a Supervillain anyways, so yeah, in his boredom his overactive mind had chalked up an analysis of the joint). There were seven wait-staff members, he wasn't too sure about the total number of people employed in the kitchens, but there were enough of them to make sure that the food never took more than an hour to reach their tables!
He didn't know most of the wait-staff, but he smiled when he saw Cindy. She went to UOB (like he cared) just like him.
"They're inside," she gestured to the door. Huh, that was odd, usually he was the first one to arrive…
He shrugged the weird feeling he got walking into the café. Ever since his hair grew back on the edges he'd left it scruffy and uneven, because for some reason when he looked in the mirror he thought he resembled a pirate… yup, nothing to do with his piercings or the malicious glint that his green cat-like eyes got when something went his way.
He saw them and his heart began to beat faster. OK, there was definitely a problem, they wouldn't've all turned to look at him unless they were having- oh gods. Oh gods.
An intervention! Of course! But, he tried to calm himself, it wasn't necessarily about his latest stints, surely. Maybe-maybe it wasn't even about him, maybe it was about Stormfly's latest haircut! Yeah, that was almost as bad as what he'd been doing.
"Toothless," Hookfang began as he sat down despite every bone in his body telling him to run. Run, run for the hills! "Buddy, we need to talk about this."
"Psh, I know, right? She should not have gotten that cut." A leg kicked him from under the table. Why he oughta-
"Dude, focus. Look, lately you've been acting a little, well, uh, a little… odd. Is there anything you would like to share."
Toothless groaned. "Dude, relax, what I've been doing has nothing to do with… personal issues. Its about getting my pet project done. I'm missing quite a number of parts and the deadline is in five weeks."
"On several of your escapades you didn't even rob a place, you just destroyed stuff."
"Well hey, I can't work all the time, right?"
"Toothless," Hookfang said, a warning note to his voice.
Toothless sighed. "Fine, whatever. What did you guys order? All this talking's made me hungry."
Meatlug, who was warming up to the group and finally getting along with Stormfly, replied, "A chicken platter, two meat lover's pizzas, some cobb salad and a wing basket."
"Not that I don't love meat," Toothless said, sliding into one of the four booths on the premises, "But, well, why?"
"Hey, we ordered a salad pipsqueak, now siddown and shuddup," He neglected to remind Stormfly that he was already seated because she was obviously in a good mood which he doubted was common with that new haircut of hers.
It was shoulder length. Though she'd never strayed from her usual back-length-or-more-in-a-ponytail-and-a-band-T-look-with-shorts-or-jeans-and-maybe-a-jacket-depending-on-the-weather look, she'd never done this.
Like he said, shoulder length hair, straight-fucking-ened; black top; black skinny jeans; black leather jacket; foundation to make her skin go from its natural, beautiful tan to bone-fucking-white; eye-liner; heavy-duty black boots and blue fucking eyeshadow! And lets not even mention the piercings…
Yeah, Stormfly was totally blowing the whole powerless villain thing way out of proportion. Huh, maybe this was what depression looked like…
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Hiccup raised the razor to his left eyebrow, the first one. No turning back, he had to do this. He must. He must.
Scritch. It was gone. Well, a strip of it anyways. But now there was definitely no turning back, it was too late. He was in too deep!
He sighed. OK, now time for the-the, he wanted to cry, now time for… the hair…
He had thought his eyebrows had been blown off, but they hadn't, they'd just been thinned by the explosion. Urgh, this was so humiliating. And if Toothless tried to make any jokes at Hiccup's expense, he'd punch him into the wall. Seriously though, fuck that guy.
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Toothless's jaw fell slack and his eyes widened as he opened the door to his dorm room. This was-this was just- pfh, ha ha!
Oh sure, Hiccup thought, grouching on his bed. Laugh it up, dickhead, I'm coming for you next.
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whelp, haha, that's done. Hm, whatever could Hiccup mean? Oh well, probably just an empty threat, right? Haha.
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P