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Drinking it up

Well, Ruffnut would be anyway. Hit Girl couldn't and definitely wouldn't drink anything alcoholic: as far as she knew, drinking dulled the senses, and that was something she couldn't afford. Maintaining the persona of two different people on the ship was no easy job, and it required her remembering herself and what she could and could not say.

Instead, she'd save a spot for her sparring partner to pop over and talk and converse. If the barmaid came over, she guessed she could order a soda or something. If anyone else wanted to converse with a ten year old girl wearing a superhero outfit though, they were more than welcome.

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"Yeah, I know," Hit girl said, snickering. "I've always been more of a comic book person myself."

She nodded, grinning. "Oh yeah. Hot little redhead, really small glasses, goes by the name Negi Springfield. Heard of him?"

"Comic book?" Ruffnut looked quizzical at the term.

Then she giggled, "Hot for teacher huh? Hoping to get a little "Special" training on the side?" Her words were laced with mirth and encouragement.

"Yeah, comic book. It's like stories, but there's pictures AND words, so a little more fun than just books all the time. In fact, a lot of these guys on the ship I ready about in these books back home."

She grinned. "If I have anything to say about it. He's a bit of a sweetheart though, so I might have to initiate most of that. I can tell he's kinda dense about stuff like that."

"Ohhh! I like the books with pictures better." Ruffnut confessed to a truth that most people would have been able to guess "Wait so like, in your world are stories? Legends?"

Ruffnut purred at Hitgirl's confidence, "Innocent boys can be fun, but they gotta have a wild side for my taste. Something dangerous ya know? Someone who can..." She paused to think about it, "Who can keep up with me."

"Oh, there are lots of those in my world," Hit Girl said, grinning. "I just never thought I would be brought to a place where all of those stories and characters would be true. Like, vikings existed in our worlds hundreds of years ago, they've even written songs about them. I always sort of looked up to them, even though I'm more Celtic in my ancestry than Nordic."

Here, Hit Girl gave a smirk. "I hear you, but I have a feeling Mr. glasses is hiding a wild side of his own, not to mention a lot of power. That and apparently he's a whiz kid too. I gotta find out more about him, but to that I have to deal with homework."

She grimaced at the thought.

"Well good, he better be powerful." Her drink was refilled and she took a swig before finishing, "Where I come from? Girl like you? Totally woulda been fought over." She paused and added, "When you're older...little bit older then I am now. And in the end? We all know who really makes the choice." It was almost an impish delight she took in the idea of boys fighting as if they had any say in their own lives. Behind every strong Viking man, a strong viking woman was making sure he didn't mess up.

Hit girl made a face. "In my world, I kinda shudder to think what guys would be fighting over me. You don't know revulsion until you see a pack of dorks and nerds fighting over a girl who fights like their version of a superhero."

She nodded and smacked mugs with Ruffnut. "I hear that. A toast: to girls and the guys they go after. May the gods have mercy in their pathetic souls!"

Ruffnut roared out a hearty cheers to agree with Hitgirl and smacked her mug back with enthusiasm, getting some of the foam from her drink on the table. She drank deep pleased with herself. And pleased with Hitgirl. It was strange to be happy for someone she hadn't known all her life (Read: Astrid, Hiccup, her brother) but she had to admit, she could get to like it.

It was at this moment, despite her misgivings on alcohol, that she wished she could share this mug with Ruffnut, but this was still pretty awesome. Maki9ng friends had never been Hit Girl's strong point (or Mindy's, when it got down to it), but Ruffnut was someone it was impossible for her not to like.

"But speaking of that-any guy YOU'RE interested in on the ship?"

Ruffnut made a rude sound with her lips in exasperation, "Nope. Haven't even found any guys worth hanging out with other then like...the Overlord and he's not even really a guy." She shrugged, "Their loss." She added.

"Really? Not one? These guys must suck: there are a lot of guys on this ship, hell, even alien dudes. You figure there'd be someone worth it. Then again, who knows, maybe we can find a way to make the Overlord in a human guise."

It sounded hard though, and would probably take more looking into of magic to figure out.

"I'm not in a hurry." She tilted her helmet back with a smile, "Guys as a rule are stupid. When a really cool one comes along I'll see him a mile away~"

Still this did bring up something that Ruffnut hadn't considered before. Outside of her viking friends...hit girl and the overlord she didn't really hang out with anyone. She spent most of her every day sleeping and running around.

"No one said you had to rush into getting a guy," Hit Girl said, "But I don't know about most guys being stupid. Maybe we just need to put you out there or something. I mean, I'm kinda learning this stuff by ear myself, I'm only ten and before this I had interaction with pretty much no one."

Hit Girl had an inkling Ruffnut wasn't usually social, which suited her fine. She hardly was herself.

"And Odin knows we're gonna be here for awhile." There was a laugh, "I probably should get out more. Back home it was always like, the five of us. Me and Tuffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Astrid. We played together, trained together, worked together...oh and there was Hiccup too but he was a total loser for most of it."

"Well, you have, like, the Astrid girl and Hiccup around, not to mention me and the Overlord, right? And Hiccup is less of a loser now, right? But yeah, might be a good idea to get yourself out there. You'll have to if you want to be an Overlord anyway, right?"

Hit Girl might not need people around her all the time, but for what Ruffnut was going to do, it would be necessary.

"Eventually yeah. I guess I'll need minions." She grinned a silly grin, "I'll have them carry me around silently like Zetta does...or I'll make them laugh evilly for me." She winked.

Hit Girl rolled her eyes. "Ok see, I think Overlord Zetta's minions are kinda creepy. What's the point of having minions if they don't have free will and CHOOSE to serve you? Plus, I think you can laugh way eviler than any minion, right?"

Ruffnut responded with a loud and proud evil laugh that drew some stares which she promptly ignored.

"You got that right!"

Hit Girl saw the stares and casually flipped them off.

"See? You're getting good at it already. So I'm curious: you ever regret anything on your world?"

Ruffnut looked like she had to think hard about this one. It took a minute. She even took another draft from her drink while she played back her memories.

"I guess so yeah. I mean...if I could go back and do something over I'd totally screw up less in dragon training, and I'd have pounced on Hiccup before Astrid." She shook her head to clear it, "But I'm happy with how things turned out in the end so maybe not."

She took another drink on her own.

"I don't have much to regret except for when me and dad agreed to meet up with Kick Ass, and that was when the enemy got the drop on us. Other than that, I don't really have any regrets."

Ruffnut was learning more about Hitgirl every couple of drinks it seemed, "Kick ass?" She asked curiously.

"A poor ass superhero who's heart was in the right place. Actually, can't even say poor ass, he saved me from getting killed by the same bastard that got my dad killed. So he was an OK guy. Kinda like a brother, really. Sorta blamed himself for dad dying, and I kinda did too, for a little while."

"Wait...blamed him or blamed you?" Ruffnut had heard about people feeling guilty when a loved one died. Astrid went through it when she was young. Hiccup and his father both as well though for different reasons.

"I blamed him. It wasn't his fault, but through him they captured dad and him, actually. Tortured him, beat him, and then I came to take them out. Then in the fight...they set fire to dad. He started screaming out instructions, how to take them out so I wouldn't get hurt. I did, but it was too late to stop the fire, ya know. So I blamed Kick ass, he was the one that led the bad guys to us and stuff."

She shook her head, and grabbed Ruffnut's drink again, taking another drag. "I don't like talking about that stuff, because it sucks, but you're my teammate, so I figure it'll come out eventually."

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