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Hiccup was seated in his forge, the fire was turned off to keep things cool and more comfortable, and various plans for machines and weapons and other interesting gadgets scribbled on parchment and pinned up to a cork board. Candles procured from Orongo were lit around the room, though the wide windows let a light of light in, creating a comfortable workspace. Right now, he was sketching out the intricate designs for...something. It may have been designs meant to go on an axe. Perhaps.

After putting out his omnicomm message, he waited to see if anyone had something to say.

"Here goes nothing, bud," he said, the "bud" tacked on out of old habit, before his eyes widened slightly as he was reminded by the following silence, once again, that a certain dragon wasn't there to listen like he usually was.

That was okay, though. He was going to keep busy. Throw himself into doing the best he could to help the crew. Not that it took much more than a few fish to earn the dragon's love and affection, but Toothless would be proud of him when he finally woke up again. His father would be too.

And you know what? If he did this right, and helped people that deserved helping, deserved someone else working towards their best interests, he could be proud of himself.

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[fireforger]

Daja stood with him, careful to stay close so that Hiccup could lean on her if he needed her. "I am confident that you will, Hiccup. And you are a Counselor now. Perhaps the others on the Council fear the past, but you can teach them that the past also has lessons for us about the future."

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"Thank you for..."

Being his friend? Checking up on him? Having faith in him?

"Helping me calm down. Compared to everyone else on this ship with their guns and their magic and their Bending, and shooting beams out of their eyes, sometimes it seems like I'm..."

Weak.

"Very small. And a little helpless. Especially without Toothless."

[fireforger]

"You're welcome, Hiccup," she said, smiling. "But you shouldn't underestimate yourself; magic and bending and - is there really someone who shoots beams out of their eyes?! - are powerful tools, yes, but they are still just tools. We each bring different skills - I may have magic, but I cannot lead like you do. And I do not have your level of creativity. You have more bright ideas in a week then I have in years."

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"Right. Thanks."

It sounded like he believed that, really. And the warm smile showed he did, too, see?

[fireforger]

Daja stood up straight, smiling back at Hiccup. She did believe it - and well, even if he didn't, she had faith that he would grow to believe in himself as much as she did. "Now - would you like me to go with you to see Security?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"I'd appreciate it. I don't know where she went. She could still be nearby."

[fireforger]

"If she is, we will be prepared for her," she said, hefting her staff and striding out the front door, alert.