middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

It's- It's weird, yeah, but it doesn't necessarily have to be sinister. This place doesn't feel like that castle in the dream did. Unnerving. Tense. [He can only hope that the implications aren't sinister. He doesn't really have any of the answers, and that does bother him, because he usually has a plan, but... Now, now he's just kind of floundering.

Toothless bumps against his side as if he senses his rider's tension, and the dragon's presence alone seems to calm him down marginally as he rubs at his dark scales.] None of the things on my mirror were bad things. They were just... me.

[Thinking of the dream, the corpses in the field again, Hiccup nods at L's declaration.] We'll go with you. Just in case. [Because otherwise it's one wet man against whatever might be out there. If there is danger, he's got a better chance with a dragon and an armored viking. After a moment, he offers a hand, gloved in a dark, glossy leather.] I'm Hiccup. I don't know if we ever- you know. Exchanged names.

[L draws his hand to his mouth, chewing compulsively on a knuckle to the point where shredding skin might be a near-future inevitability. It's a lot to think about. Even if it's not sinister... it's hardly ideal. There's somewhere he is supposed to be, and much like the last time he and Hiccup encountered each other, it's foremost on his mind. Without him, what is going to happen? What can happen?

Well... I might actually get out alive, for one... but that, in itself, wasn't ever the goal. There were always more important things, and his sudden absence would be worse than failure.

No sense dwelling on this right now. Not until I know more, until I know how I can affect this situation.

He forces a pale smile, slowly extending a hand that is ungloved, spindly, and uncalloused. It's the hand of a man who hasn't done manual labor in years, if ever, and though his nails look bitten-down and distressed, it's for very different reasons. His grip is firm and deliberate enough, though.]

I didn't know if we'd meet again. Since we know that it's possible... Linden Tailor.

[It's not his name, of course. He never introduces himself by anything that is. Who could dispute it without incriminating themselves, though?]

[Hiccup shakes his hand briefly, managing a little smile despite the solemnity of their situation. It'll all be alright in the end, he has to believe that - they can't stay here forever. Berk is waiting for Chief and Alpha, and he remembers the dream, how this guy had something going on where he came from too.] I didn't think so either, but I guess here we are. It's nice to meet you anyway. For real. Or- probably real?

[Look he has no idea if this is just another weird dream, even though it feels different from the last.]

Let's go see if we can get some answers.

Likewise...

[While this vulnerability is off-putting, jarring, and highly unappealing, Hiccup isn't. He's pleasant; L can't deny that if he has to meet someone, this person is probably the nicest it can get.]

Rest assured. If someone knows the answer resting at the center of this, we will get it.

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