lucetilogs | "if growing up means It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree;"

Who: Hiccup and whoever wants to come!
What: Camping!
When: November 10th-11th
Where: Southern Lake
Summary: Hiccup invited anyone who was interested to the lake for a little camping trip. Hijinks ensue!
Rating: Shenanigans

Early on the ninth, Hiccup broadcast a short message to the journal reminding everyone about the camping trip he had planned for the weekend. The message was simple: pack your things, meet at noon in the plaza, and then they'd trek to the southern lake where they would make camp for the night. It would be chilly, but with a dragon in tow and clear skies, how bad could it be? Hiccup flies out to the lake early on the tenth to transport some camping supplies including extra tents, blankets, sleeping bags and tarps, as well as some food, before heading back to meet his fellow campers.

At the campsite itself, campers can expect to find such things including (but not limited to): fishing poles, cooking equipment (and ingredients), marshmallows, board games, card games, various sports equipment, harmonicas, et cetera. And Hiccup will definitely be trying to round everyone up for at least one round of storytelling around the fire sometime during the evening. Basically, anything campy (pun intended) can go on here. Have fun with it!

Here goes one of Hiccup's rare attempts to be a social planner. Let's see if it sinks or swims!

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Hey, I didn't believe that jerk either.

[ She's still not stopping helping him, though. Although her expression gets darker at the mention of That Jerk. Older!Loki has clearly not been making any viking friends as of late. B|

and okay she's familiar enough with Luceti to realize it's probably true that one or both of them is a god but SCREW THAT GUY basically. ]

...Look, you can't tell someone you're their god and expect them not to be a little surprised.

[Loki snorts at the jerk-part and flashes Astrid a large grin when he is done laughing.]

Of course.

To dampen the surprise I shall be more casual about it. Listen, yes?

[He takes a deep breath.]

I am Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief. And I do not lie, it is the truth.

[ Well, he seems less liable to start something than the other guy was, at least. Astrid's starting to connect some of the tent pieces now, quietly efficient. ]

I suppose I should really get used to this sort of thing. It's just sort of new, still.

It's...nice to meet you? [ she guesses that's appropriate here? 8|a ]

[Loki does the same, a little bit less efficient.]

What sort of thing? The fact that there are multiple Loki's reciding in the land of Luceti?

[He grins.]

Likewise, fair maiden.

[ She's checking what he's doing out of the corner of her eye; not obtrusively, but just...checking. And she's trying to go slow enough to show him what she's doing. ]

That and the part where there are any Lokis. ...I'm not saying I don't believe in the gods, I mean, but I'm more used to them not involving themselves in my everyday affairs.

[ Or, like, being trapped in magical barrier lands with her. That's pretty new, too. ]

[It is a good thing that Loki catches on to things rather quickly and he mimics the things she does, grabbing hold of the right parts.]

Sometimes Loki's are bored and they feel like coming down to Midgard and interact with the people there. Like I have done, you see?

And you are a fair viking maiden, so I would not mind involving myself in your everyday affairs.

[Loki is wonderful with women...sort of...not at all.]

[ It really is. She's not the best teacher.

He wins a snort of laughter. She's loosening up, at least. ]

Well, I am a viking. Hiccup and I are the only ones here, according to him.

So Asgard gets boring? [ that is just. Such a weird thought.

is she being blasphemous in this conversation? Weird things Astrid never had to consider until Luceti. ]

[With a look of great concentration on his face Loki moves to attach two parts. He looks up when she starts to snort.]

As far as I know you are, yes. And as your god I am on top of these things, you see?

[At her question he moves to tap his chin.]

Boring is not the right word to describe Asgard nowadays. Asgard is one of those realms who possess the uncanny ability to get into very serious trouble.

And thus I have to save them again.

[ Well, he's her favourite god so far, anyway.

...Yeah, she can't help but look fascinated at the remark on Asgard. ]

Trouble like what? I mean, how have you saved it...recently?

[That is really good to hear. Most of the time they are not very fond of the name Loki.]

Those are very long and adventurous stories that are completely and utterly true. Thus that means I have not made them up.

But I have prevented the fear lord from ruling over the Nine Realms with the crown he made from all the fear stuff that was in my head.

[Loki points at his forehead to illustrate this.]

[ Well, that's pretty impressive. And Astrid at least doesn't have to ask for details about some of the lore there, since...well, viking. ]

Really? How'd that go? I mean, what'd you do to stop him?

[Of course it is! Loki's adventures are so very impressive.]

Well, we had a super secret awesome team and we convinced the other fear lords to battle against the one that took the crown made out of my fears.

There has been a lot of scheming involved as well. And Loki is very good at such things, you see?

God of mischief, yeah. Sort of comes with the description, I'd think.

Indeed, that is an excellent conclusion.

[He grins shortly before tending to the screw two parts together again.]

If I had my hands free I would give you my thumb of very great approval.

You'd give me your thumb?

[ Her expression could not possibly get more weirded out. Might have to explain that a bit further. ]

[Loki blinks and shakes his head.]

No, no, no, a thumb of great approval.

[He puts the parts down and sticks one thumb up and holds it right in front of Astrid's face.]

Great approval, you see?

Oh! [ Thumbs up. Approval. Yes, now she gets it, and looks less squicked out. Astrid was picturing actual lopped off thumbs, yeah. ]

Uh. Right back at you? [ Is it blasphemous to have casual conversations like this with your gods? ]

[Loki moves to stand now as he screws the tent's frame together, obviously showing that he got this.]

Aye. My thanks.

[And a thumbs up in return.]

Maiden, if you keep this part up, I will start with attaching the other parts to it so that it can stand.

[ Good job, Loki! Astrid will go to take the part he motioned to, waiting for him to attach it, with a small grin.

She likes it when people get things right, okay? ]

You can call me Astrid.

[Loki's brows furrow with concentration when he continues putting the tent together]

Astrid.

[He nods and grins as well.]

A pleasure to meet you, Astrid. Your name is quite viking-like indeed.

[ She actually looks a little surprised at that. ]

Really? I normally get comments the other way...I mean, in Berk you normally get a horrible name to scare off monsters, but my parents didn't really do that.

"if growing up means It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree;"

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