Bribing the Teach [Sveinn]

sweet, sweet darkness. he had tried to sleep as much as he could during the day, even going as far as trying to take short naps in between what little classes he bothered to take on. he wasn't going to pull that substitute teacher crap that raphael did. if the teachers weren't even going to show up, he shouldn't be punished for it! thus, he had hidden himself away in the teacher's lounge throughout most of the day. he only bothered to venture out as the sun was already tucked away beyond the horizon, allowing the moon to replace it high in the sky. only then did he venture out. only then did his skin not sting from the sun's harsh ray, instead keeping cool against the soft moonlight.

he had found himself frequenting the docks more and more since he had earned the respect of a scauldron. the large dragon swam in the depths of the ocean, venturing up to the docks whenever night fell in order to see the human. there were times when the senses of a dragon astounded him, especially since he rarely had to call for the scauldron. the water dragon just knew whenever he was nearby, making the journey to the docks with haste to meet the albino man. this time, however, the scauldron did not surface like he originally would to greet sveinn. no, he stayed in the depths, watching the surface of the water as he swam underneath boats to pass the time. the only way sveinn could tell he was there was by the faint shimmering of some of the dragon's scales, though it could also be the moonlight refracting against the water.

Then there was a voice.

Ah, so that's why... A look of annoyance formed on his face as he stared off at the ocean, his hands in his pockets. for a dragon trainer, he was mighty underdressed for his profession. maybe it was because he at least trusted, more or less, his own dragons, or because he was used to getting torn up by dragons regardless of who owned them. it was an occupational hazard, one he had grown to accept fairly easily. he tried to ignore the voice, that of a girl, probably a freshman. a yawn broke apart his mouth, forcing his jaw to open wide, baring the unusually long and sharp canine teeth he possessed. he didn't bother to cover his mouth out of respect. that was something earned, something that he would not give out easily, and--

did she say sweets?

sveinn turned his head only a fraction of an inch, just enough so he could glare down at the young student out of the corner of his eye. "ya can't buy my affections, tik*." despite his harsh words, growled out with every syllable, he was interested in whatever she had brought him. the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and, while that may not be entirely true for sveinn, he wasn't about to let food go without at least a little taste.

* tik = a female dog

either this girl was oblivious, dense, stupid, idiotic, naive, or all of the above. he was probably going to go with the last option. even better, she was a foreigner, of all things. the school was really bad with that, huh? they needed some sort of language class for the foreigners who think they have what it takes to handle dragons. it just meant more stress for him as he had to put up with their minimal knowledge. red eyes rolled, turning to focus on the water once more. this was already going to be a long night, he could tell, not only because he would have to listen to the girl trying to sound out some of her words.

"yer gonna learn no matter what just by goin' to school, kid." if she was going to seek out teachers, then she should make sure their on her schedule. he didn't want to babysit anyone just because they wanted to learn. some master teacher he is, huh? regardless, she had sweets on her, right? without even sparing another glance at the blonde, he held out his hand, motioning with his fingers for her to give him whatever sweets she had brought. if she was a decent baker, then, perhaps, he could try to 'teach' her. if he didn't approve of her skills, however, there's a rather high chance that he would let mother theresa scorch her. then again, that might cost him his job... eh, if she couldn't live past that, then why bother being around dragons?

ooc: sorry, this is short. X-x

honestly, he had stopped listening the moment she placed the container for the sweets in his hand. he brought it in front of him, allowing his gaze to move from the water to the box. he carefully opened it, almost hesitant of what might be inside. a thin, pale eyebrow arched in mild confusion as he stared at the contents of the box, wondering what in the name of odin he was looking at. the box was brought closer up to his face, and he took a few experimental sniffs at it, almost like a dog would a strange object. it smelled... sweet, at the very least. that was all he was going off of with this strange, foreign foodstuff. he might as well try it. if a student was going to give him something that would kill him, then at least ludvig would boil her before he could keel over completely.

he reached into the box, ignoring any table manners considering a) he was a viking, b) he wasn't at a table, and c) he was a viking. he took a bite of one of the custards, chewing thoughtfully while quizzically staring at what part of the custard wasn't in his mouth. he swallowed before bringing up a question, completely irrelevant to the topic at hand. "ya put meat in this thing?" he took another bite, deciding it was a very strange taste that he quickly became used to. that custard was gone very quickly, and the man sat down on the dock, letting the tips of his boots hang just above the water's surface. he grabbed another custard, continuing to eat and speak at the same time.

"where ya come from, meyla*?" despite the food being shoved in his mouth, it was pretty easy to understand him. yeah, he's had a lot of experience with talking with his mouth full. no one ever said a viking had to be polite, especially not one like sveinn. "by odin's beard, ya look lika a musa* yet ya bake like a kerling*."

* meyla - little girl
* musa - mouse
* kerling - old hag

yeah, he had stopped listening again. it was so hard to multitask while eating. he focused too much on chewing and trying to taste each and every flavor of any new kind of food he had been given. his glaring eyes even seemed to slightly glaze over while staring off into the distance. his body worked on autopilot, reaching into the box whenever his hand was empty to grab another custard. the custard was then shoved into his mouth which then took huge bites out of it. he still didn't understand how he hadn't gained even the slightest bit of fat on his body, though he could probably thank the training for that. after all, there were times when he either had to chase down dragons or the dragons started chasing him. fun times, fun times. he did enjoy it, though, no matter what happened to him or the dragons. then again, if there was pain involved, he enjoyed every moment of it. or if there was food. food made everything better. oh, look at him, thinking with his stomach again.

"lubeck?" he echoed, swallowing the chewed up food in his mouth. his hand reached down into the box, only to find that he had already devoured all of its contents. he frowned before shrugging, tossing the box back at the blonde before his fingers were brought up to his mouth to be licked clean. "never heard of the place. obviously it's not important enough." did she say maid? weren't maids supposed to clean or some crap? he didn't know exactly, and for a cleaner to work with dragons... foreigners were weird, and most of them had the worst dragon handling skills in all of Scandinavia and probably the rest of the world. once his fingers were cleaned, he wiped off his hands on his pants before placing his hands behind him on the dock so he could lean back on them. "meyla, i'll train ya, but only 'cause it's my job. don't run off cryin' just 'cause you can't handle my classes. i don't go easy on anyone, not even for mjonefr* foreigners."

* mjonefr - thin nose / stingy