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Yes, indeed! That would be me.

[He's quite happy to be recognized, and he even remember his name too! Humans tend to have a difficult time with that.]

I hope you're well, and I'm sorry that I must call you in these circumstances but I was hoping you'd do me a bit of a favour.

[OH GOOD HE GOT THE NAME RIGHT that was about to be pretty awkward. He doesn't always, but it had been unique enough to stand out.]

Oh, don't worry about it, I'm- you know, that's what I gave you my information for. I don't mind at all. [He doesn't mind at all. It's a good thing for him to make friends with the other Mirrorbound.] Of course, what do you need?

Well, after-

[After all they just went through, the tension in the dreams and what happened once tey all woke up...]

I just. I remembered the first dream I had about this place, the one that almost felt real. Where we met. And I remembered... you had a flaming sword in it?

I do have a- well, it's not flaming all the time, that would be ridiculous, but- Well, it's a retractable blade and, lately a runic enchantment that allows the blade to be lit on fire at will. [As opposed to just drenching it in dragon lighter fluid and setting it ablaze.] It's really one of my better designs and enchantments!

Ridiculous! Right.

[Haha. Anyway.]

I would agree, though. I didn't know it was your own invention, that's all the ore impressive!

[He fusses a bit, unsure on how to word his request. It's not even something that he wants to use, he spent 6000 years without his sword and did just fine. But even though he doesn't like to use it and he'd rather use the flame to give warmth to those who need it he does know how to use it.

And he already had to say goodbye to it again, when the delivery man came. He'd have rather keep it, but since the sword isn't in this place... it won't hurt to have a substitute, will it?]

Would you be willing to make another one? For me, I mean.

It's- I worked on the design for a few years before I even got here, but back home I'd have a canister that would soak the blade in Nightmare gel- that's, the uh, the spit and sweat of a particular dragon - and then an igniter would spark and light the blade. Here, I can't get Nightmare gel, so I just- enchanted it to do the same thing. [He's always pretty enthusiastic when talking about his creations. Neeeerd.]

You want- of course I can! It shouldn't take more than a couple days, and then I can teach you how to re-charge the rune that lights it up since you're a witch too.

That would be lovely!

[And he'd get to learn a new spell, too! He's been interested about learning more even since he found out he was a witch. Sure, most angels would probably be upset at being called that, but Aziraphale has never been your typical angel and so he's mostly trying to learn whatever can be useful in this place.

Plus he is, if he's honest with himself, also very curious.]

When's a- I mean, I wouldn't want to impose, when would be a good time for you?

[Hiccup is delighted to have someone taking an interest in his work, really. He'd go on about his inventions forever if he was allowed; if Aziraphale wants a flaming sword, he's going to get one. Just ignore that he's slightly manic from sleepless nights and working on projects in the forge.]

It's no imposition. Really. I'll start the parts tonight. I've been in my forge a lot recently anyway. [So it's not like he's not already going to be there.] I'll give you a call when it's finished? Two, three days, maybe, and then you can come by and I can show you how it works.

I'll be looking forward to that, Hiccup.

[He wishes Crowley were here, so he could show him the sword. He's the one that was always interested in new technologies and how to use them to torture people while Aziraphale miracled a rotatory phone to work because he refused to change it.]

How much will it be?

Oh, no payment necessary! Really, I, uh, have way more money than I even need. Just keep me in mind if you ever come across any good scrap metal? [That's basically all he'd want. Scrap metal. He's always accepting scrap metal for the workshop.] I'll let you know when it's ready.

[And sure enough, like three days later, he'll get a message from Hiccup that the sword is ready and he can drop by whenever.]

[Aziraphale does argue a little bit about the payment, because if he's learnt something about humans is that they value being paid for their job and he isn't going to offend a new friend by not valuing his job enough.

But he figures they can always talk about it later. And so, he goes get his sword as soon as he's called.]

I won't lie: I'm... probably a tad too excited about this.

[Hiccup won't hear it. He doesn't take monetary payment, especially from people who haven't been here as long as he has. He's had time and fortune plenty to be in a good position to offer this kind of help.

When Aziraphale arrives, he lets him into the workshop with a smile, looking a bit tired and smudged with soot, but not terrible yet.] I'm glad, actually- It's, it's nice to be appreciated. I'm pretty proud of this design. [It's lying on the heavy wooden workbench, looking rather like just a hilt right now, the handle wrapped in smooth leather for comfort.

He plucks it up and hands it over handle-first.] Here, try the weight. It should be pretty light. When you press your thumb into the raised metal bit there on the side, the blade will extend.

[Ad press his thumb Aziraphale does. It should be rather obvious from his form that he actually does know how to hold a sword and how to use it, but also how... uncomfortable he is with it, like someone who hasn't forgotten how to ride a bike but is still pretty unsure about it.]

Oh... look at it. It's beautiful, Hiccup. You really do have a talent for this.

[Hiccup gets it, honestly. He's not much of a warrior himself, though he knows how to hold a sword. He usually uses his for defense or practical purposes.

When he presses the button, the slender, sectioned blade slides out to full length, each section fitting into the previous one when withdrawn. Runes are etched into one side of the metal in tidy, blocky script.

He smiles wide, proudly.] I've, uh, I've been apprenticed to the blacksmith back home since I was a kid. It's the only thing I was good at. Here, these runes along the edge are the flame enchantment. You'll have to pour magic into it to charge them every so often, and then it'll light up when you press your thumb here. Give it a try!

[Aziraphale blinks in surprise- Hiccup had mentioned being the Chief, back at the wedding. He'd mentioned how that would mean his wedding would be an spectacle. He's pretty sure that wouldn't be so if being a blacksmith apprentice was the only thing he was good at.

But Hiccup quickly changes the subject, and Aziraphale decides to go with that for now. There will be time for curious questions either- he needs to remember he's one of them now, not someone observing their stories from afar.

And so he concentrates on pouring the magic into the sword. He's pretty new at this, but he's been paying attention in class and that part is pretty simple. And then, with a flick of his thumb, the sword lights up.

And Aziraphale's face is filled with a nostalgic kind of happiness.]

Oh, look at that- quite beautiful, isn't it?

[He's humble to a fault. Also the son of the former Chief. It's not exactly a democratic society.

Really he's way more delighted to talk about his magic and his inventions, and he seems pleased when Aziraphale seems pleased with the flames that dance along the blade.] It's convenient, too. You never have to look for a torch. I know other witches just- you know, make fireballs, but... I've had more control like this. As an enchantment on a physical object. I think I'm just better at those.

Anyway, there's, uh, room on the other side of the blade too, if you ever want to put your own enchantments on it as well.

My own enchantments...

[He sounds a little wistful. He's still extremely new at enchantments, he's only just started classes. And he's... honestly lacking in imagination, so it will probably take a while for him to decide on a spell if he ever does. But he appreciates the chance, anyway.]

Is your blade like this, as well? Did you put more than one enchantment on it?

Not yet, just the fire charm, I'm still- [He grabs for his Inferno, and pops what seems to be an empty metal canister out of the handle.] I'm still working on this. Back home, I'd fill this canister with Hideous Zippleback gas, which is, uh, flammable gas from a species of dragon- So anyway, I could release the gas and ignite it to get enemies to back off. [A laugh.] Conjuring Zippleback gas is, uh, a lot harder than just making fire.

[He raises an eyebrow, amused.] For someone who claims you were only a blacksmith apprentice you sure know a lot about weapons.

Did you have to fight often? Against dragons, perhaps, since you mention them a lot?

Well, you know, vikings, we uh, we know weapons. [He's a pacifist but that does not mean his village was always that way.] I'm not an apprentice anymore, either, I'm- I'm way too old for that. [Despite the babyface, he is 21.

Hiccup laughs, awkwardly, and rubs at the back of his head.] Weeeell, that's a funny story, actually...

[Here is where Toothless pokes his head around through the open door, ear fins standing up curiously, sniffing the air.]

Aziraphale, this is, uh. This is Toothless. My dragon. We, um, used to fight dragons, but not anymore.

Oh.

[And then, a little louder, and obviously rather excited at the prospect:] Oh! Oh, that's quite lovely! Hello, Toothless!

[Aziraphale all but rushes towards the black dragon after putting the sword away, stopping himself sort of reaching out to pet him. Reptiles don't usually like that, he knows that from fraternizing with a certain snake for thousands of years.]

You don't fight them anymore, then?

Edited (wording) 2019-09-29 20:01 (UTC)

[Toothless gets a look on his face that almost resembles 'Oh no what are you doing', head shifting back as he gives Aziraphale rushing toward him a 'look'. Where are your manners, funny human, you must present hand for nose boops!

Hiccup stifles a laugh as Toothless' gaze flicks from one of them to the other, nodding subtly that this guy is cool, man.] Not for the last six years. Berk is a certified dragon-viking utopia. He, uh, he likes being scratched under the chin. Put your hand out first, let him come to you.

[Toothless just lets out a gutteral purr, leaning in a little now, sniffing curiously.]

[And offer his hand he does, grinning and wiggling a little bit in excitement. He'd have kept his hands to himself if Hiccup had told him he didn't like being petted, but he's definitely not going to say no to the chance to pet a dragon.]

So you went from hunting them to an 'utopia'? That's quite a switch. Do you mind if I ask what changed?

[After a moment more silent communication, Toothless leans forward, bumps his nose against Aziraphale's hand. Hiccup beams a little wider, stroking the dragon's smooth scales.]

Toothless showed us we were wrong. Most importantly, he changed my father's mind about- about everything. About dragons, about our ancestors' war with them, about me. Everything got better after we took out the queen that had been making them raid us for food to take back to her nest. Lost my leg, but I got a date! [The last part is a joke, accompanied with a wide spread of his hands.]

Edited 2019-10-07 17:11 (UTC)

[He's petting a dragon! An actual dragon is letting him pet him and look at all those scales... this is a dream come true. He wishes he were better with his watch thing so he could take a picture to share with-

Well. Crowley isn't here, but still.]

Animals are wonderful creatures. I'm glad you managed to find the reason they were raiding you for food, it sounds like becoming friends was pretty beneficial for both of you. Does everyone in your village have a dragon now?

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