WHO Hiccup + Nina Lensherr WHAT Making a friend WHEN Saturday afternoon WHERE The park WARNINGS TBD, probably none STATUS Closed | Incomplete
HIccup was learning English slowly but surely. The mobile phone and it's translations were helping, but he sometimes got hung up on words and their meanings. It was an odd language. He knew that the only way he'd really learn was if he went out into the world and interacted with people. His clothes definitely made him stand out - not many people wore leather and fur these days - and the metal peg where his leg should be certainly helped differentiate him enough that the locals steered clear of him. Hiccup didn't take it personally when people diverted their course around him or flat out turned the other way. He just kept smiling and walking, inclining his head, waving, or saying 'Hello' to anyone who came within speaking distance.
He came upon the park and immediately felt better just by being in the wide, open space. The town itself wasn't so bad, a lot like a more modern village, but he'd always felt more comfortable high up in the sky on Toothless' back. He could face anything so long as he had Toothless. Now, it felt a little more daunting. "Come on, Hiccup. It's perfectly fine here. You're just fine on your own. What could be worse than dragons?" he muttered to himself in Old Norse. So he kept walking around, taking in the sights, until he came across a little girl.
"Shouldn't you be-" he began in Old Norse, and remembered that wasn't a language most people spoke. "Hello," he tried again, in English. "Okay?"