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Nils and Ragnar followed.
Like the others, they savored their incredible growth, the sight of the planet being reduced to a marble next to them, the sensation of their swelling muscles bringing their strength and might to unfathomable levels.
Until Nils grabbed the mace tied to Ragnar's tail.
"What you're doing?!" exclaimed the Peacekeeper
"I need to sculpt something to mark that momentous occasion!" replied the Artisan.
"That's a weapon, not some canvas!"
"I have to do something now! Just some markings, that'll give you a memento!"
Ragnar relented.
While Nils began graving on the rock of the mace (that had grown with its owner, probably because of how tied it was to his body), Ragnar closed his eyes, indulging in a session of flexing and self-worship, feeling with bliss his muscles broaden with always more mass, more power...
When he opened again his eyes to watch how much he had grown more, he realized that while he was still engraving the mace, Nils was more staring at the other dragon's expanding pecs and abs than focusing on his job.
"You know, if you wanted to get an eyeful, you could have just asked," smirked the Peacekeeper before flexing as hard as he could, bulging his already ginormous bulk to gargantuan levels.
"I'm not apologizing," smirked the Artisan with a blush, devouring the show with his eyes.
On the surface, the others laughed at the skit.

Art by  saintdraconis
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44886953/
Nils and Ragnar © Insomniac