[FINISHED] If You Can't Beat 'Em, You Might As Well Join

Hiccup laughed and shook his head, "nope, though I'm starting to realize there are a lot of things we don't have," he mused thoughtfully. There were so many things he was noticing about this world he'd stepped into that he could have never even dreamed of, yet here it was and they'd had to for years before anyone else. But rather than be discouraging, he felt invigorated by this, because he could learn and pass the knowledge on.

"Stars, we make maps using stars, but they're fairly basic and not entirely accurate or scientific," he chuckled, looking intrigued by the idea of people whose job was to study the stars, he wished he could speak to them, but Tyro had mentioned they were probably asleep, he would make a mental note to try and do that another time.

He looked over at him and chuckled, "it's a lot of lucky guessing and trial and error, I don't understand a whole lot of it either, but I use some of it to build things," he probably wouldn't entirely understand everything these astronomers wrote about, but he could still take notes and write it down to pick over later.

Hiccup laughed at the boy's agreement, but for the most part his focus was briefly taken by trying to climb the steep slope, which was made doubly difficult by the cobblestone that didn't give any traction for his flesh and blood foot, much less the metal prosthetic. His own climbing was the polar opposite of graceful, and he was glad when they reached a more level ground, glancing over to Tyro and chuckling at his question.

"Oh lots of different things," he replied cheerily, looking thoughtful as he tried to recall specifics, "Toothless is missing one of the fins on the end of his tail, so I've built a couple of different prosthetics," he explained, then gestured to his leg, "and this, Berk was a dragon utopia before Grimmel destroyed it," he sighed through his nose and shook his head, looking out over the city, "the entire village was filled with all sorts of inventions to make dragons lives there better." He shook the thought away before throwing a grin at Tyro, the kind of look that anyone who knew Hiccup knew to be afraid of.

"But you know, none of that is half as cool as my favorite invention, wanna see it?" His eyes lit up as he asked this, in a way that was somewhere between excited and unhinged, just waiting for the urging, though he didn't need much.

Hiccup looked out over the city, keen green eyes scanning the buildings for a place to land that looked relatively safe. The open roof looked good from here, and it was kind of an amusing thought to the mischievous young chief to drop in on whoever was there. Perhaps it was rude to leave his hapless host like this, but as per the routine, Hiccup in he eagerness to throw himself off of a cliff had all but forgotten all manners and etiquette.

It took only a couple of moments of practiced fidgeting before Hiccup had the wings of his suit extended and his arms secured in the straps, "this." was all the warning Tyro really got before Hiccup took a running leap right off the side of the flat top they were standing on. The wind easily caught the material under him, and rather than plummet down, he kept going, letting out a loud howl of excitement as that familiar rush of flying solo gripped in his stomach.

He'd already decided where he wanted to land, so he easily turned his direction towards the open aired building he'd spotted from the top of the hill. What distance hadn't shown him however was the fish netting that was covering the top of it, and he didn't realize this until to was too late to land anywhere else.

He let out an undignified sound as he suddenly made contact with the webbing net, very quickly becoming a tangle of limbs and wings as he fell halfway down before becoming very securely stuck hanging there. Well, he supposed that could have gone better.

Well this was embarrassing. Hiccup couldn't help the amused snort at his own foolishness, of course the open air roof would need something to stop animals from getting in, and falling vikings apparently. He shifted and grumbled in his tangled prison before turning a sheepish sort of grin on the hapless workers, giving a salute in greeting before the loud voice bellowed out.

"Heeey! Just thought I would drop in," he answered easily, wrinkling his nose as he finally seemed to take in the smell, not that it was especially rancid to him. Hiccup had grown up in a fishing village, so the smell was really nothing he wasn't well beyond used to. He laughed and wriggled in place, throwing the big man an apologetic and disarming grin.

"Sooo I miscalculated my landing just a tiny bit, or miscalculated the presence of a net," he laughed, clearly not entirely concerned with his current predicament, that didn't mean he wanted to stay hanging though, and he looked up at the guy, "mind helping me down?" He grinned, hoping maybe the guy had some sort of sense of humor, though judging by the frown lines, he had his doubts.

Hiccup cringed back just a little when the guy go so close that he could feel his hot breath on his face, laughing a little and looking genuinely guilty now, "sorry, I didn't actually think there was a net here, but by the time I got close enough to see it well...I was in it!" He laughed, despite his genuine guilt he found this whole situation rather funny, he had a feeling this fisherman didn't feel the same.

"Dragon-boy, technically," he corrected, waving a hand with the wing still attached, "dragon scales," he chuckled, then wriggled to a slightly more comfortable position, if comfort was at all possible while suspended upside down in a fishing net, "oh! I'm Hiccup, nice to meet you!" He chirped the greeting in an entirely too cheerful tone, chuckling softly.

"Well I didn't entirely fly into your fishery, I just kind of flew into the first place that looked like a decent place to land," he explained, then waved his arms, flapping around and probably looking like a bat caught in a butterfly net, "these? Nifty right? No devilry necessary, I'm just a guy! A guy who built wings," he answered, it wasn't like this was the first time he'd ever been accused of being a demon or devil or whatever other evil thing people decided he looked like. It was kind of funny by now, an inside joke, but he stopped laughing at the knife being held out to him, "hey woah! No need to stabbing or slicing! If you cut me down I can fix your net?" He laughed and shrugged, "I grew up in a fishing village, I've repaired plenty of nets!" He hoped this would appease the man, he would rather not be stabbed at.

Well, at least he wasn't about to be gutted like a fish, small blessings. He chuckled, not flinching this time when the man brought the knife very close to his face. He'd seen much scarier things than a fisherman with a knife, and he was at least fairly sure this guy wasn't going to hurt him. He felt gravity weighing on him more as the netting holding him up was cut away, until he fell to the ground in an ungainly heap of wings and limbs, "uff..." He grunted before sitting up.

He took a few moments to inspect his wings for damage before he made quick work of winding them down so they were comfortably rested against the back of his armor, "alright! Lets get this net fixed!" He plopped right back down after a moment and got to work, it was a little bit slow going at first, given the difference in style from what he was used to, but it didn't take a terribly long time before he had the cut places repaired.

"Good as new, now, if we're all squared away, I should probably leave!" He gave the man a cheeky sort of grin, before backstepping out through the door this time.