( ✈ FOURTH FLIGHT; VIDEO — BOTH COURTS )

[smithwork]

[ A bedroom beneath the Station. One of the larger ones, given Toothless is there with his head tentatively on the bed taken up by the limp figure of Jack Frost; dark blood looks like it's been cleaned up as best it can, smears remaining on one of Jack's legs around a nasty wound.

Specks of the same old blood can be seen on Hiccup's cheek amongst his freckles when he leans into view. ]

I've heard of people falling asleep for extended periods of time before, but do they often ... go through accidents while they sleep? I, I'm not explaining this very well. Sort of, like they might be getting injured somehow, but they're haven't moved? [ Dressed down for the broadcast in a red hoodie and layered green tshirts, Toothless has similarly had his saddle placed in a corner with Hiccup's armour. They've been here long enough to get into a routine. ] He's also a little dead, but he was that way before. It's more noticeable now since he isn't moving. Or breathing. Also, his clothes changed this one time? Gah!

[ Face-palming in frustration, Hiccup rakes back his hair. ]

See, I don't even know if I need a healer because all his wounds are re-knitting despite the fact he just keeps getting more. I'm not some magical undead warlock, wound-healing, mystical wardrobe stylist. If anybody could shed some light on what's going on, I'd appreciate it — Yeah, bud, what is it?

[ Glancing over his shoulder when the Night Fury whines in distress, Hiccup drops the locket upon seeing a dark bruise spread over their unconscious friend's jaw. ]

Jack —!




( ooc: so arisa is on hiatus for her fancy cruise and jack is being canon updated!! as a sidenote on her behalf, he's going through around 300+ years of accidents and junk as he matures/becomes a pro at what he does, so there are plenty of bruises/fractures/breaks to be seen in the first few days of his enchanted sleep. feel free to notice the signs! c: )

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[notyetlegend]

Is that a crack about my weight? I eat plenty, thank you. Mum complains enough about my plates back home.

[She flicks water in Hiccup's general direction from her cloth, lips pursing together in a small pout as she looks at Toothless with an encouraging smile. When he leaves, she returns her attention to Jack, smoothing the cloth over his face.]

If this is one of those sleepin' spells we heard about, he's going to wake up eventually, right?

[smithwork]

Yeah, says the single-apple toting fireball.

[ Wiping off the water, the pillows are rearranged for the millionth time at Jack's sides to keep him encased in mild warmth on the bed. It probably won't help but it can't harm either. ]

So they say, and we have no reason to believe otherwise. One of the women I talked to — Galadriel? — she said her daughter suffered wounds from events in her future but she's all better now. The best explanation I can get for them is that they're ... echoes, or something like that, of whatever Jack's going through.

[ Which makes it all the more worse if he's trapped living his life alone, having all this inflicted on him where they can't follow. ]

[notyetlegend]

He's goin' through a lot.

[She knows she's saying the obvious, but she bites her bottom lip, returning her attention to the wounds that keep appearing. Merida hums again, wondering if he could hear her but it helped with a little distracting from her earlier distress. She stops just short of the next note, rinsing her cloth.]

I wish we could be there for him.

[smithwork]

We are.

[ As if to prove it, Hiccup perches on the edge of the bed and wipes off his hand on his already stained tshirt; he brushes lightly through Jack's hair, feeling the coolness of his skin and then gently tweaking at the stubborn tufts on top, shooting Merida a smile even with a lump sticking in his throat. ]

He might not know it, but he isn't going through any of this alone.

[notyetlegend]

Och, ye know what I mean.

[She rolls her yes as she watches him before raising herself to perch on the other edge, taking one of Jack's hands in hers, threading her fingers through his limp ones. Merida was just a bit worried, considering she'd heard things about them not remembering anything of this world during the sleeps.]

He might not realize it.

[smithwork]

It's important, Merida. It's important not to leave him alone, even if he's unaware of what's going on here. I ... don't think he knows. He might be trapped somewhere else, it sounds like.

[ Still, Hiccup remains insistent, glancing down at Jack as he adjusts the strange new jacket their friend wears. ]

When he wakes up, whatever he's been through, he'll want to know he had people who cared for him every minute of it. He will.

... I would.

[ And I know Jack, I think. I do. ]

[notyetlegend]

Aye, I would too. An' I'd trust th' both of ye to do it.

[She watches him fuss over Jack's clothes, reaching up to brush gently at white hair. She might not have her mother or father or even her brothers here, but neither did they. And as much as she'd been taught to fear vikings, she'd grown to trust Hiccup. Merida looks at him with as much of a smile as she can muster right now.]

You're brothers tae me. An' it's my job tae make sure both of ye don't feel like you have to do things on your own.

[smithwork]

I've never had a sister, but I think you're doing a great job of filling those big, bossy shoes.

[notyetlegend]

Well I have three wee devil brothers, an' I think you an' Jack would get along quite well with them.

[smithwork]

Jack more so than me, maybe.

[notyetlegend]

I wouldn't go sellin' yourself short, Haddock. You're both rascals as far as I'm concerned.