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

[dragoneer]

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!

Comments

[dragoneer]

...Are you sure I can't convince you to wait until we get to the lake?

[Worth one last shot, at least.]

[not_a_troll]

Absolutely...

[A small pause...]

...and for one hundred percent...

[Another pause...]

...not.

[dragoneer]

[...And for a moment there he'd thought...alas.]

Oh, alright. Come on.

[He waves him towards Toothless.]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki grins, very pleased to know he is getting his way.]

Excellent. I require barrel rolls and loopings.

[He adjusts the straps of his bag and clenches his hands to fists. It is going to be fun, but very, very cold.

[dragoneer]

[Hiccup is such a pushover.]

Yes, sir. [Hiccup throws himself into Toothless' saddle and waits for Loki to get on.]

[not_a_troll]

You may call me Loki. Your god.

[It is not quite right to abuse such a thing the way he is doing right now. But he is very fond of riding a dragon.

He grins broadly when he hops on, both hands settling on Hiccup's shoulders. He braces for the cold he'll feel, but it is so very worth it.]

[dragoneer]

Err. Right.

[And here we go! Hiccup kicks his pegleg into gear to shift Toothless' tail fin, and the dragon takes off into the air.]

[not_a_troll]

Right!

[Loki grins sharply when Toothless takes off, trying to dismiss the overwhelming cold and focus on flying around on a dragon instead.]

This brings back pleasant memories of that moment I arrived here!

[dragoneer]

[Really? He fondly thought of the day he arrives? Well, to each their own. Hiccup couldn't say he thought fondly of his own arrival day.]

Ahhhh - well, that's a good thing! Right?

[not_a_troll]

[Loki has his eyes closed and enjoys this greatly.]

Aye! It is. I wish to obtain a dragon like this as well, and teach it the same tricks as my dog Thori.

Of course I do know that a dragon ain't a dog, of course.

[dragoneer]

Well, sure. A dog can't breathe fire, after all.

[That is clearly the only difference.]

[not_a_troll]

But that is where you are wrong, Hiccup the Viking. Thori is a hel-hound, they are mostly gifted with rather fiery breath.

[dragoneer]

[...Oh.

Well. That could be troublesome.]

...He and Toothless proooobably shouldn't hang out too much in that case, then.

[not_a_troll]

[Loki shakes his head.]

I have raised Thori very well. I can assure you that it won't be a problem.

[He shivers shortly, letting go of Hiccup to rub his hands together for a moment (not that it helps any or anything but still...)]