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[flightsuit]

[He can't really completely tossed that idea out as a possibility, but there's still doubt as he simply watches him, not eating anything himself.]

Alright, fine, maybe it's a possibility. [Plus, if anyone can believe the Vikings can be wrong about some things, it's him.] But how do you expect me to believe you are who you say you are? You know I'm a Viking, and to us, you're supposed to be a pretty big deal. You don't just sit in a diner with people to eat pancakes.

[ikols]

Ugh. You're very demanding, I don't usually put out on first dates.

[ BUT HE DOES SORTA because there's a whisper of emerald magic that ripples over him, and then the gleaming golden horns are in place, scalemail hugs his body and the dark fur-collared coat is in place. there's a glow of green in his gaze too as he chins the hand holding an empty fork, tonguing bacon from a tooth. ]

Happy now?

[flightsuit]

[Insert a long, lingering stare from a very bewildered Viking who just kind of gawks at the scene.]

You're ... oh. Oh. [With a hand scratching at his ear, he flails his other a bit nervously, talking more to himself.] Sure, yeah, this is normal. On a date with Loki. Loki. Eating pancakes. No big deal. Nope, perfectly ordinary day. As normal as riding dragons, right?

[ikols]

[ YEAHHHHH PANIC NOW, BITCH. ]

I'm not going to eat you. [ pausing. ] Not unless you ask nicely. Wherever did you get that dragon from, by the way? It more resembles an overgrown cat.

[flightsuit]

[NAH HE CAN STAY CALM HE CAN DEAL WITH THIS maybe.]

Toothless? The dragon-riding Vikings didn't hit your radar, huh? Yeah, we ride dragons back in our village. Or rode. Looks like that's not really a thing in this world anymore.

[ikols]

The last dragon worth any note bathed Sigurd's blade Gram with its blood, so no, they weren't ridden as far back as I can remember. Not to any great benefit, anyway.

[ a black nail itches his cheek, something of a softer smile barely whisking the corners of his lips as he regards hiccup; who is obviously terrified, and that doesn't sit well with loki. not with his old!self's echoes still ruining his relationships in this life too. ]

I'm really not going to hurt you, you can stop jittering about.

[flightsuit]

I know. [Well, not really but he'll believe. Almost anyway, since this is the God of Mischief and Trickery. Believing everything he says is the worst idea.]

What are you doing down here? Is it really just for food?

[ikols]

Yes? I'm hungry. [ ???????? hiccup come on. ] What sort of nefarious acts could I possibly get up to over breakfast?

[ quite a few. ]

[flightsuit]

I don't know, you could take my leg to just cackle at a poor guy, wobbling around and hopping on one foot.

[He's half kidding. But most people have found that idea hilarious so why not.]

[ikols]

[ what kind of company does hiccup even keep. ]

Who took your leg before?

[flightsuit]

You know, just an occupational hazard. Thought it'd be a great idea to take on a giant dragon by myself. Well, with Toothless. He saved my life. I'd probably be dead without him.

[ikols]

Viking, naturally.

[ he gets that whole thing. ]

So you ride dragons and fight them? Quite the striking warrior.

[flightsuit]

Hardly a warrior. [Not like dad.]

I'm better at trying to avoid fighting more than anything else.

[ikols]

In that we share a commonality. [ loki doesn't fight; loki sneaks around the fighting and does what he wants while said fighting is going on. ] Why the name, 'Toothless'?

[flightsuit]

[He almost doesn't want to admit he might have so something in common with Loki, but he knows of his own tricky tendencies and can't exactly deny the similarities.]

Retractable teeth. But yeah, don't let the name fool you, they're definitely there and sharp.

[ikols]

I'll keep that in mind, dragon-rider.

[ (he rly will.) he sits up a little. ]

What about you, Hiccup? Am I to assume you regularly allow yourself to be sequestered away by rogue gods for random dates? Suddenly I feel so cheap.

[flightsuit]

Actually, I figured you were just some poor homeless guy who found a way to lure me in with the whole "god" thing and just wanted a meal. Felt kind of bad for you.

[ikols]

Ah. I know my Midgardian wear is casual, but I wasn't aware to what degree.

[flightsuit]

Well, it worked the way you wanted it to, didn't it?

[ikols]

I suppose. [ he didn't want to look like a dumpster hobo!! ] You're a good person, doing this for me.

[flightsuit]

You're just someone that was hungry. I hardly think it makes me a good person just for making sure you're fed.

[ikols]

[ SWEET SUMMERCUP. ]

My name doesn't exactly mean people are bandying about generosity whenever it gets mentioned. I might have lied about that, of course, but I like being me. I go to great pains to be.

[flightsuit]

Well as unbelievable as most of what you've said has been, it doesn't really sound like you're lying. I hardly doubt there's much you can get from me by doing so anyway.

[Just saying.]

[ikols]

Except a free meal. [ zing. a shiver of magic, and loki turns very feminine. ] I could always reward you with a nicer view while we sit here, if that's more your thing.

[flightsuit]

[OKAY THAT'S WEIRD]

Uh, no. No. That's okay. You can just be yourself. I don't mind.