Ragor: Uncle? *looks around*
Stoick: *look up frm sharpening his tool* Yes, Ragor, wht can I do u for, lad?
Ragor: *Scratched the back of his head with his artifical hand, nervous at what he was gonna ask* Do you think I have what it takes to be a Viking?
Stoick: Wht r u talking abt there, lad? Of course u r. Ur born n bred by the finest Vikings. Ur parents were warriors, n I'm sure u will live up to tht
Ragor: Yea...there's something I never mentioned. When I was at home, other kids used to tease me
Stoick: Tease u? For wht? Who dares to tease my little nephew?
Ragor: They said I was too fat
Stoick: Fat? Nonsense! Ur not fat. U just got a little extra meat in u. Look at me. Do u think I'm fat?
Ragor: No Uncle. You're buff!
Stoick: See? N tht's wht u r. At least ur not as bad as Fishlegs. He on the other hand needed to work on actual muscles
Ragor: *Stood up and looked himself over, feeling more confident in himself*
Stoick: There ya go. All the makings of a Viking. With a bit more training, u'll be tip-top shape in no time. U r a Viking, descended frm one of the best. Dont let anyone else tell u less
Ragor: Thanks Uncle Stoick *gave him a family hug*
Stoick: *chuckles as he hugged him bk* So, where's Hiccup? Off to his gf no doubt?
Ragor :Yep. He's at AStrid's
Stoick: Good. It seems they're getting along more n more. I reli do hope they get married. I'm not young, n I need to at least hv one grandchild before I move on
Ragor: I hope so too. *Thinks: I know Poison pushed me into finding a girl as well* I need to look for one, too
Stoick: Well, take a gander. I'm sure there's plenty of girls ard here tht is ur fancy
Ragor: I'll do that. *goes on out*
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