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[hadabrother]

As much as he hated to really admit it, Jake was settling in aboard the ship. There was a strange sense of normalcy that followed him around - he was at war, he was trying to avoid getting people killed, he was thinking about strategies, thinking about the future - and that all seemed perfectly normal to him. He had slipped back into the patterns

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[livestoannoy]

Marco had not been having a good day. He'd gotten out of the mazes to find everyone claiming that his mother had killed Superman and was having a thing with Kang (that last one still made him want to bleach his brain out), and then when he'd actually gone to see her in the brig, he'd found out that she was in there for torturing a hostage. Really, at this point calling it a bad day would be an understatement.

There wasn't any question about who he'd come to see after everything. Jake was his buddy, even if he was three years older than Marco remembered him and uncomfortably distant and drawn into-himself a lot of the time. Although Marco didn't really know why Jake had decided to come here of all places, with that statue. Marco didn't like it; he didn't need anything reaching into his head and putting his memories on display for everyone to see. Especially not now.

"Dude, did you have to decide to mope around here? This place is creepy, man," Marco said as he walked up to Jake, hands shoved into his pockets.

[hadabrother]

"First of all, I'm not moping. Second of all, I'm exploring," Jake replied with a small laugh. Marco was still Marco. A constant. Best friend since they wre babies. You know how it goes.

"Although I'm not sure I'm going to come back to this museum. Too post-modern," Jake tried to crack a joke. Probably a bad one, but it was something to take the edge off. After a moment of silence, he added, "How're you doing? Did you find out about your mom?"

[livestoannoy]

"Right, you're not moping, and Ax has decided he doesn't really like cinnamon buns," Marco said, snorting. Then he fell silent for a moment.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I did."

[hadabrother]

"What's up?" Jake asked. After a moment, he added, "If you don't want to talk about it, I'll totally understand. Just... you know I'm here."

[hadabrother]

"Maybe I am a masochist," Jake replied with a wry little smile, "I keep going back to war."

Which didn't make much sense if you were looking at him. At least not until you noticed his eyes - far, far too old for a young man just reaching adulthood. Jake shook his head and stepped away from the statue after a moment. He didn't need people to see his entire life story. Not here, anyway. He extended his hand to Hiccup with a nod.

"I'm Jake."

[hadabrother]

"If you're Councillor Hiccup, then yeah, that'd be me," Jake nodded and took Hiccup's hand in a firm shake. He examined the other kid for a moment, taking him in, missing leg and all. Well, he was somebody around here. That counted for something. And it looked like he'd seen his share of action.

"Dragon-trainer, huh?" Jake grinned, "I think that beats out resistance leader."