faderift | Try something new, they said...

WHO: Fenris and you
WHAT: Someone wants to better himself. Or something.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Around Skyhold. Isolated corners. The tavern (there's a surprise)
NOTES: Probably a warning from swearing in Tevene. It's Fenris.

He tried looking at it every which way he could, but it made no sense. Well. It made sense to someone, he was sure, but not him. The book that was in front of him was being studiously ignored to make way for something more useful - alcohol.

He was feeling the lack of being able to read. He knew that as many could read as couldn't, but all of his friends round about could - and when he was out in the field, it would be useful to be able to read slaver's ledgers to be able to find out just where they had been - and where they were going next. But how did you even go about that.

Preposterous. He shouldn't even have thought of it. With a sigh he finished his drink and stood up, looking around, and thought about leaving the book behind, but tucking it under his arm. Maybe he would ask Zevran to help him.

Still. He was mellow as he walked through Skyhold at least. Alcohol had a tendency to do that to you.

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Who are they? Did he even want to know? He suspected not. Mostly he just wanted to be left alone, and he tried to frown his way into scaring this boy off.

"I look like I kill things? If not people or small animals, what do you think I kill?" Because he'd killed a lot of people over the years, one way or another. Annoying boys who didn't know when to back off were high on his list at the moment.

"Yeah, just other...stuff," Hiccup answered easily, as though the elf weren't openly scowling at him. He motioned with his hand as if to indicate some distant conceptual list, his expression torn between thoughtfulness and vague frustration. "Like...Big animals? Or...medium sized...animals?

"That sort of thing?" Hiccup concluded and his attention settled back on the elf across from him. Impressively, it only took him a few moments to realize this conversation was rapidly failing. In an effort that was truly telling, about Hiccup and his luck in general, he attempted to change the subject.

"Er..unless you don't...kill things...that books tell you about?" Hiccup supplied, lamely and immediately attempted to redirect the conversation. "So, good book? I don't read as much as I probably should--what with the...killing things, you know--but everybody likes a good read now and again, am I right?"

Fenris' expression was truly showing his disbelief at this conversation now. What had he gotten into, and how can he get out of it?

"I kill slavers. And Abominations. And people who get in my way and annoy me." There was a hint in here, one he really hoped that Hiccup picked up and noted. It would be messy to have to hurt him in tavern, after all. Would take a while to clean up.

Hiccup laughed, in that high and slightly awkward way that people do when they try to change the subject and disbelieving, unwelcome stare in response.

"So, not a good book then, right," Hiccup noted quickly and that wooden laugh repeated. He took a long drink off his mug and scrambled to find a better topic to chat about. He didn't really get what abominations were, and slavers...eh, he had a passing knowledge of slayers. In that he knew the word 'slave' existed and, as such, someone must be going around and doing the 'enslaving' but that was all he had ever picked up on the subject.

Without anything to use as a jumping off point, Hiccup looked at Fenris and went with the next best (worst) option, conversationally speaking:

"Uh...nice tattoos? Are they supposed to be bones? Because they sort of look like a dragon skeleton--it's very manly. Intimidating--I wanted to get something like that but, well, you know how it is. Choosing one and where to put it is basically torture."

Edited (Just some tweeks because I spotted a typo. No worries.) 2016-04-24 08:40 (UTC)

That laugh. Fenris heard it a lot, but never normally minded it. It generally led to whoever was annoying him extracting themselves from an embarrassing or dangerous situation as quickly as possible.

However, it wasn't happening with this... child.

Of all the topics to pick, his tattoos was possibly the worst. No, second worst, as worse would be slavery. But this was a close second. Fenris growled deep in his throat, as feral a noise as he could make, and he activated his tattoos, flaring them brightly. "You want to know what they can do?" he said, standing up and looming over Hiccup - an impressively achievement for an elf.

"Uh--" Hiccup froze, eyes wide as he stared up at Fenris. There was a beat and his gaze briefly flicked to the glowing markings on the elf's skin.

"Y--No?"

"Wow! They glow. That's super neat." Kaisa isn't usually one to get involved in two people looking like they're about to try to scrap right there in the tavern, but when one half of that two people is a scrawny little teenager, and one that Kaisa has been trying to take under her wing and attempt to keep alive, to boot, she makes an exception. She's got decent height on both of them, and she makes use of it to put herself squarely between the angry glowing elf and Hiccup, grinning cheerfully at Fenris.

Normally, this might be where she clocks the guy, but Fenris was cute, and also, those tattoos were pretty neat. And possibly kinda scary.

"I've got some, too, you know--Some you can see now. Some you can see later, if you want." She winks at Fenris, reaching behind her to put a hand on Hiccup's head. "But not in front of the kid! I hope he wasn't bothering you? Ah, you know how kids are, trying to dodge training and bothering attractive, strapping men like yourself." And now with the eyebrow wiggling, even as she's starting to shove Hiccup off, away from the angry elf. "I take responsibility for whatever fuss he's been raising, and if you want to discuss that privately, maybe arrange some kind of compensation, I'm sure we can...put our heads together."

And even as she's hitting on Fenris, she's still prodding Hiccup off. And who says you can't multitask.

Fenris had just prepared to fade out when the woman literally swept the boy off of his feet, pushing him out in front of him. He growled deep in his throat, never taking his eyes off the boy, until suddenly he glanced at the woman, raising an eyebrow at her.

Her unashamed flirting might just have brought a faint hint of a smile to Fenris' face.

"Not like these," he pointed out. "But keep him out of my sight. He's... annoying me."

Oh no, it was that Warden again.

With Kaisa's hand first, patronizingly on his head and then, very shortly after, mashing blindly into the side of his face to try and shove him off, Hiccup forgot all about his own impending doom. He flailed a bit, trying to push her hand away, but she was stronger than him and very insistent.

"Are you actually interrupting to proposition him?" Hiccup squawked incredulously.

"I was having a conversation!" He protested loudly, but in a way that was eminently easy to ignore.

Kaisa was, unsurprisingly, good at getting a grip on Hiccup. Not metaphorically, physically--she managed to get her fingers into his vest, fisted them, and then used her grip to shove/toss him toward the door. He huffed, indignantly, and bristled like an offended cat as he straightened his vest.

"Rude."

Fenris glared at the young boy who was, unbelievable, protesting that he was being taken away. "You should thank her for saving your life," he pointed out, glancing once more at Kaisa before turning away from the pair of them. Wise woman, that one.

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