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Test Drive Meme #1

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and toasty. Overly toasty one might argue, even. It's a great day to be laying around at the beach, so it's a good thing that that's where you've found yourself today, whether you'd made plans to be there or not. Bathing suit and sunscreen ready, you're going to get your tanning time on.
But with heat comes the expected side effects for a place like Proxima Gamma. While the cool water can sometimes slow the effects, the heated beaches and freshly popped flowers seem to have made getting close to someone else just seem like a really great idea. You can try to fight off the side effects much as you want, but the scientists like to believe everyone has a breaking point.
Hiccup Haddock | How to Train Your Dragon | M/F for smut, but OTA
[ Heat or no heat, Hiccup was determined to get any idea of what this island was like in every area. He'd been through a good chunk of it since he'd woken up here; the mountains had been the first area he'd gone to, reminding him of home, and the desert had been his next area of choice. Ending up on the beach unexpectedly might have been annoying, but it let him get to looking at the tropical area of this island a little quicker than he'd planned before.
So instead of heading straight into the water, he'd turned back to go and look at the foliage; the flowers and trees, the firmer ground they grew in. He only wished he had Toothless here with him so he could get a better look from above, see what the variances were from afar and explore the most interesting looking areas. Thinking about his friend hurt, though, and he tried to push it from his mind to instead study the land, hoping it would lead to some kind of clues. ]
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[ Eventually, the heat was enough to make even him uncomfortable. He'd pulled off his shirt and shoe, diving into the water for just a brief moment of relief. Even though his peg leg occasionally liked to sink into the sand, not used to not having a rocky bottom for support, he went out far enough to allow himself to float more freely, letting himself enjoy the cool water as it splashed over his skin.
He'd never dealt with heat like this and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it, but he was glad for the small moment of feeling a little cooled off. ]
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The heat sucks, but it sure is gorgeous here.
you just want them to do it
Aren't you used to seeing a whole lot of water? Doesn't seem like a stunning change of view.
who doesn't?
It's definitely different here, where the water is concerned but you're right, otherwise the view isn't that different from home. Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.
[ Her eyes never left him though. ]
CRAZY PEOPLE IDK
I guess you're right. Even if things are familiar, they can still be as beautiful as ever.
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There isn't a beach you wouldn't enjoy though, is there?
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Water makes me feel pretty calm. It's a steady thing.
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[She found herself feeling a little bit self conscious, eyes unable to meet his, though they were stuck on other parts of his body.]
Thor's hammer it's hot out here.
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The water's nice and cool. You could always go swimming.
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I don't know, Hiccup, there could be people around.
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You won't be any more exposed than me. Besides, no one's going to be paying attention once you get in the water.
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At this rate I'll be wearing my hair down in public.
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Well, I mean, you don't have to take it that far.
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What's the matter Hiccup, apparently it's the proper hairstyle here.
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However, upon chance when he glances over, he spots Hiccup's peg leg. Now that? That's worth asking about. And by asking about means more like be his usual asshole self.]
...if you're not a pirate of some kind, I'm gonna be so fucking disappointed.
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He looked over in surprise and slight confusion at the statement, before glancing down at his leg and giving a laugh. Right. ]
Uh - nope, not a pirate. Viking, though. Is that good enough?
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...A Viking? Seriously?
[He raises an eyebrow at him in surprise. Totally was not expecting that. At all.]
I'll take it.
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I take it you don't meet a lot of us.
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[Way to ease him into that one, Dante.]
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... I guess cultures come and go with the times. You're uh - one of those people from the future, huh?
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I mean, the Swedish come from Vikings or so they always holler so I guess you're not... dead dead. Just not Vikings. But those helmets went outta style a fuckin' long time ago, hate to break it to you.
[He really doesn't.]
Yeah I... guess so. Even some of the shit in this place is ahead of me, though.
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Knowing there are descendants, even if they aren't called Vikings, is comforting at least. Honestly maybe they got some more things right. Like not... killing things all the time. ]
Honestly I never cared for the hats much anyway. They're a little... top heavy. And usually made from former breastplates so it's a little weird.
[ He glances back in the general direction of the island, knowing just how many tall structures and crazy machines are back there. ]
It all seems like some kind of magic to me. I'm pretty fond of the food, though. A lot better than yak.
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Wait, what? They took chest pieces and turned them into helmets? Who the hell does that?
[He says it like he's an expert on armor. Dante's never touched anything like it, though one or two demons wore something similar to the stuff.
He raises an eyebrow at Hiccup.]
...yak? You're shitting me, right?
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A lot of people. I mean, it's a reusable material. Once a Warrior Maiden isn't using it anymore, it's already got a kind of head shape so... Why not, I guess. [ Not that he wasn't weirded out over wearing something that was once on his mother's tit but you know. Gotta play it up as normal. For Dad. Or something. ]
It's good stuff! I mean, a little chewy, not as melt in your mouth as the steaks here, but it's what we have on Berk. Yak. Sheep. A couple of chickens.
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Meanwhile, he's just... trying to wrap his head around this helmet business.]
Lemme get this straight: you basically take old armored bras and reuse them as hats. Armored hats. And then you stick horns on the side, on the sides where a boob used to go.
[Gonna let that one just sink in for a bit.]