You got Swag!

[Atticus]

(Hiccup: Date added! July 9th.

Anyway this is open to Atticus and Hiccup so Hiccup can learn to be fly XD)

"I'm the fishin' man,
Y'all don't get it do ya?
Type a' money everybody actin' like they knew ya
Go uptown, Antartica-... Uh oh!!!!" Atticus slipped on a puddle in the hallway of the bedrooms. He slid on his belly, landing out front of Hiccup's room. He snorted, standing and dusting himself off.

"Daaaang," he spat, "Who's the fool that's got all that water on th' ground? What's goin' on?!" He scowled and looked up at Hiccup's room. "Yo, is this my pad? I can't remember. The doors ain't labelled and they look the same!"

He burst into Hiccup's room and frowned. "Naw, this ain't my pad," he said, trying to sneak out before Hiccup saw him.

[Hiccup]

There had been a reason for why there was water on the floor. Simply put, Hiccup had been doing a bit of solo swimming. He'd lucked out and had the pool all to himself, and he hadn't wanted to waste the opportunity. Only about ten minutes ago had he gotten out and made his way back to his room. He just hadn't taken the proper precautions needed for drying himself off entirely, hence the remaining puddles on the floor. At that present moment he was doing a better job of drying himself off, currently working on his hair with one hand while making final adjustments to his prosthetic's position with the other. Just when he thought he was safe and had let the hand he had been toweling his hair with drop to his side, though, the door flew open and Hiccup sat bolted upright with nervousness.

"Oh... it's just you. Gods, you freaked me out." Hiccup sighed in relief when he saw it was just Atticus, the little penguin he had seen at the pool the day before. The fact that it was someone he was at least a little familiar with made him feel just a bit more comfortable about the fact that he was presently shirtless. Not pantsless, though. Hiccup wasn't quite bold enough to just sit around in the nude... no matter what his father said. He remembered one instance when he had and Toothless just happened to spy him. The Night Fury didn't let him live that down for several days.

"What brings you here?" Hiccup asked. He wasn't exactly a close friend of the penguin, but he wasn't a complete stranger either. Had Atticus just come because he wanted to hang out?

[Atticus]

Atticus shook his fluffy little head and waddled over to Hiccup. Okay, he'd been caught but to be fair, he'd been a little loud when he crashed outside the door and had opened the door as well. He shrugged and smiled up at Hiccup. "Yo, check it, man," he said, "I was just wanderin' back from the kitchen gettin' a snack, you know what I'm sayin' G?" He tilted his head to the side staring at Hiccup's hair. Aliens were so strange to him. Fluffy on top but bald on the rest of the body. And this alien seemed to have something wrong with his leg! He stared at it for a moment before continuing his story.

"Anyways, so I was gettin' a snack and I got lost and found my way down this hallway," he said, "Yo so I was rappin' and I slipped in a puddle! Slide here an' thought this was my room!" He chuckled softly.

"Yo, yo, G, you gotta have a little more swag if you wanna catch the ladies," he mused, "Ain't my business to say but, word G, you gotta fix yo' fluffy up top, you dig what I'm sayin'?"

(good god it is soooo hard to write like that XD)

[Hiccup]

Hiccup's mouth was partly agape as Atticus spoke. It was a little difficult to understand what the little penguin was saying, mainly because he had never encountered anyone that had spoken like that before, but he thought he at least got the gist of what was being said. "Sorry about the puddle. I guess I forgot to dry up the floor after I got back from the pool." he said. Now he did feel a bit bad about that. If one little penguin had slipped, who knew who else could do so? After making a mental note to go out to the hallway and towel up the floor when he could, he went over what else Atticus had said. Something about attracting the ladies, at least that was the basic gist of it.

"Uh... yeeah... not really. I think you kind of lost me there." Hiccup admitted. Was Atticus saying he needed to fix his hair? Hiccup hadn't thought much about it before, but maybe his hair was a bit on the average side. It wasn't exactly eye catching, despite the color, and probably didn't stand out that much. Or was Atticus saying something else entirely and had Hiccup missed the point somehow?

[Atticus]

Atticus shrugged his shoulders and lept up on a chair. Scrambling up on the plush furniture, the little penguin pointed to the mirror. He repeated what Mrs. Astrican said to him and Bodecia and Erik at one point. "Yo, you wanna find a girl, right? You wanna make an egg? Of course you do! Everybody wants to! Do aliens make eggs?" He tapped his foot and his flipper on his chin. He shrugged.

"Yo you gotta get some swag in dat skinny body, G!" He crossed his flippers over each other with a grin. "Yo, you dig what I'm sayin'? You gotta get fly, get jiggy wit' it. You gotta be cool!" He'd tried to teach Erik this but he'd had about as much luck with his little friend as he'd had with Hiccup so far.

"Maybe I should teach you how to bust out a rhyme," Atticus said, key thumping against his chest as he bobbed up and down, "Yo, you get what I'm sayin'? You need to be smooth!"

[Hiccup]

Hiccup felt himself blushing furiously at the suggestion that he 'make eggs' with someone. The idea seemed absolutely preposterious, especially since a) Astrid wasn't even on the island, and b) he was beginning to have doubts about what his time with her had meant in the first place, so... the fact that a penguin chick that was probably younger than him was telling him to make babies was enough to fluster Hiccup sufficiently. The flushing of his cheeks died down after a moment and he looked away, focusing his attention on a wall, before deciding to answer Atticus.

"Well, I wouldn't say we make eggs... but I get what you're trying to say." Hiccup managed to say. How had one little penguin managed to fluster him so easily? Was he really that much of a dork? Probably. He didn't know what Atticus had in mind, but maybe it was time to at least make an attempt at making himself just a little more likely to attract attention... even if he wasn't sure that was what he wanted. Gods... if dad could hear this guy, he'd probably get in on it and say something like 'Hiccup, stop being a bump on a log and make a move!' he thought. It was one of those moments in which Hiccup was glad that Stoick was quite a long way away right then.

"Okay, I guess I could give this a shot. What do you have in mind... ah..." Hiccup paused. He realized in that moment that he had never properly introduced himself to Atticus. Dumb Hiccup felt very dumb right then. "...We never did introduce ourselves yesterday, did we?" he asked.

[Atticus]

"Name's Atticus," Atticus said with a flip of his flipper, "What's your name?" Fluffy little fluff ball titled his head to the side and smiled up at Hiccup. He liked this kid even if he wasn't the flyest thing on the iceberg. But Atticus would change that up right quick. He'd teach this guy how to bust out a rhyme in no time and then the chicks would be all over him. Not baby penguin chicks but ladies, girls, chicas. He cleared his throat and lifted his chin into the air.

"You gots ta learn the language before you can have swagger, my friend," he said. Acting like he knew his business was one thing he'd inherited from his father. That and his bulky frame. "So when you sayin' somethin' to the degree a what you just said. It ain't 'We never introduced ourselves yesterday did we?' It's "Yo son, I ain't gots your name when I hollered atcha yesterday. You dig? Now you say it!"

[Hiccup]

"Hiccup. My name's Hiccup. And before you ask, trust me. There are worse names I could have ended up with." Hiccup said. Fishlegs, Snotlout, Dogsbreath... you could take your pick of the litter, but the way Hiccup saw it his name was fine. It wasn't horrible. That was what mattered. Somehow, though, he had a feeling that by the end of this session with Atticus he might have ended up with some kind of nickname. But that was silly. What kind of nickname could he possibly come up with for him?

...Okay. So the first step was speaking 'properly'. Hiccup didn't quite know what to make of it at first, but it had to be worth a shot. He couldn't think of anything bad that might have happened as a result of trying to be somebody else. It seemed like he was having another bout of 'I just wanna be like you guys' syndrome. But whatever. It was worth a shot. Scrawny Viking nodded, signifying that he got what he was supposed to say, and cleared his throat a little before beginning.

"Uh... yo son, I ain't gots what your name was when I... called you... yesterday."

What a spectacular failure. He had started strong, but then it pittled out into a pitiful attempt. But it was a good first try... right?

[Atticus]

Face meet flipper.

Atticus groaned as Hiccup spoke the words rather poorly. Hiccup wasn't the strangest name he'd ever heard. "Yo ain't no thang 'bout your name, cuz," Atticus said, "My uncle's name is Mumble. But man we gots ta loosen you up! Y'all are too uptight, you get what I'm sayin' G? Too uptight! You gots ta loosen up!" He shook his feathers fluffing himself up some before grinning at Hiccup. "I want y'all to take a deep breath!" He breathed in deeply, "And let it out." He blew the air through his beak. "Then I want y'all to go again."

He cleared his throat. "Yo, so you walk up to a girl and you go: 'yo shortie, them's some fly feathers you got goin' down, holla atcha boy!' You got dat? Holla, atcha, boy."

[Hiccup]

"Uptight?" Hiccup repeated. He'd never thought of himself that way before, but then again... maybe that was the problem. He was feeling a bit less relaxed than he could have been if Toothless were there. No Night Fury meant less of an opportunity to relax. On top of that, he guessed the whole thing with the locks and keys was making him a bit tense. So maybe Atticus had a point. Relaxing might have helped him a lot.

As instructed, Hiccup took in a deep breath of air through the nose and held it for a couple of seconds. Then, he exhaled and allowed that breath to escape him. Already he felt a little bit less tense. Now all that was left to do was try and repeat what Atticus had said even if it didn't entirely make sense to Hiccup. How could feathers be fly? Or did fly have a separate meaning from the flying he was used to? Hiccup guessed it didn't matter. The moment of truth was upon him, anyway. Time to see if he could mimic his mini instructor.

"Yo, shortie, that's some fly feathers you got goin' down." Hiccup said. Not exactly like Atticus, but he felt like it was better than his first attempt. The burning question of what made feathers fly still lingered at the back of his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. It would just make him sound doofier, wouldn't it? "How was that?" he asked.