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[when Christine left Oliver on the TARDIS after the end of their fairy tale, he knew the best idea would probably be to go back to his room, get some dry clothes, and take a nap. he was, after all, still sopping wet from his exciting adventure in the lake. and on top of that, his muscles--and his body in general--were quite exhausted after the oxygen deprivation. but, being Oliver, the last thing he wanted to do was go to his room. the odds of Harriet hearing him were good, and he did not under any circumstances want the PM to see him like this. he also didn't feel much like sleeping; he was too much a mess of emotions at the moment for that]

[so instead, he crept to the bathroom, grabbed a blue towel that he wrapped around his head (maybe a lingering after effect of his fairytale--it looked rather like a turban that way), and thought of the Plane. once there, he went straight for the bar. because after all, what else would you do after a near-death experience you didn't expect to survive? it's definitely time for a pint]

That's better.

[his voice is a bit scratchy still after its lake water inundation, but he doesn't mind that at the moment. he pours himself a glass and immediately starts drinking. then he sighs, setting it down and rests his chin the bar, slumping forward to lean against it. the towel starts to slide, so he removes it and throws it over his shoulders instead. currently, he's only wearing the rather Aladdin-style trousers that the fairy tale left him with, so it's warmer that way anyway. it also shields his scars from view somewhat, which is always a plus in Oliver's mind--not that he's thinking about that at the moment. he's too lost in thought to expect anyone to find him like this]

It wasn't the dream after all. [he sighs again, only half sitting back up so he can take another drink]

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[nods in firm agreement, smiling faintly. he's very glad Hiccup isn't asking for any more details] Yeah, she is.

[raises an eyebrow] So you think you're a trickster?

Nooooot entirely, it's just... I feel close to them. [Hiccup shrugs, and swings his legs absently.] I can't really put my finger on it, but... But uuuh I helped a guy, who was dressed as a girl, to spin gold. Does that help anything?

...oh. Wow. [pauses for a long moment, delving back into fairy tale knowledge he hasn't had to think about in years] Yeah, I know that one. But you're... [Hiccup should be the hero, shouldn't he? But he's a little trickster helping a girl spin gold, which can mean only one thing] You're Rumpelstiltskin!

[Hiccup shivers, suddenly he just wants to... run away. But he decides against it, he wants to know what is going on!] That is- That is my name! How do you know?

Hey, you okay?

...'cause I know the story? [nervously] Is anybody else in your story, too?

I'm absolutely alright, Oliver! It's just somehow that name bothers me...

It's strange I don't know any story that is similar to this one... Uuuh, just this guy. He was wearing a dress, but was very angry about it. He had to spin gold, and I realized I can do that so I helped him.

[which is a little worrying, actually. Oliver wonders if he's interfering with the story just by having this conversation, but maybe it's an opportunity to help?]

You just helped him? [a little nervously] There wasn't a bargain?

[ooc: Do you mind if Oliver reveals some of the story to Hiccup? Is there anything you want me to avoid?]

((ooc: Oh, I think Oliver can tell everything. Except that Rumpelstiltskin asked for a firstborn too, I want to shock Hiccup with that... ^^;))

Bargain? [Hiccup frowns and pouts absently as he is thinking about it.] Oh! It's just I asked for his necklace, I got pretty much fond of it. I think it's because it was... sparkly... Yes, that must be it.

[that is not a good sign] Why not just, you know, help her--him?

[Hiccup frowns, and looks at Oliver a bit confused.] Uuuhh... Um, well... Maybe it's because I made gold from practically nothing? It just feels fair if I ask something in return, no?

It's not like it's his fault...

[this doesn't sound good at all, but Oliver isn't sure what to say. he doesn't think it'd be a good idea to tell Hiccup the end of the story--particularly considering he's heard a couple different versions of the outcome] Just be careful not to ask for too much, all right? I think that'd be more trouble than it's worth.

Well it's not mine either. At least I'm helping, no? [Shrugs.] Mm, I'll see.

But you know he said the Queen ordered him to do it. Wouldn't you think a Queen has enough gold? Why would she ask someone to make more for her?

What, and you'd just let him die if he didn't give you something?

[well, that's a good question] Must be a greedy queen, I guess.

Mmm... No. No, of course not. [Though Hiccup doesn't seem very convincing.]

So greedy that someone has to die for it. Or, uh, almost...

[frowns, not liking the sound of that] [a little sharply] Yeah, of course not.

Except you're helping! So it'll be okay.

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