[ Dragons are coming back. Jack knows because he's seen them, and with Dave introduced to North and the other Guardians it's only natural for him to want to share this wonder, too. With a snowglobe (taken with permission this time, oops) he travels with Dave to Norway in the same vague region as his old cave used to be, skirting it with a wide berth; inside could be anything, a sleeping figure he no longer believes will wake or a bone-ridden nest, neither of which he wants to see.
So he takes Dave's hand, kisses him reassuringly that No, the dragons won't hurt us if we're nice to them, and leads him to the top of a fjord with a fantastic view. Standing there together, he points excitedly to the ripples on the water as a tidal-class dragon raises its head, thickset and wide-lipped with countless teeth. ]
I think that's a Thunderdrum, there must be a shoal of them nearby.
[ His arm slips around Dave's waist, casual and close. It's not very good but his impersonation of a Night Fury (the call he heard most often, long, long ago) carries over the waters and through the endless skies on the wind's back. ]
I think I just said Hello, don't quote me on that.
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So he takes Dave's hand, kisses him reassuringly that No, the dragons won't hurt us if we're nice to them, and leads him to the top of a fjord with a fantastic view. Standing there together, he points excitedly to the ripples on the water as a tidal-class dragon raises its head, thickset and wide-lipped with countless teeth. ]
I think that's a Thunderdrum, there must be a shoal of them nearby.
[ His arm slips around Dave's waist, casual and close. It's not very good but his impersonation of a Night Fury (the call he heard most often, long, long ago) carries over the waters and through the endless skies on the wind's back. ]
I think I just said Hello, don't quote me on that.