Toothless was nothing but a big softie- if one was to ask Hiccup anyhow, who happened to be scratching said dragon into bliss with well placed fingertips. He heard this new dragon make a sound that he imagined to be disapproving and finished his thorough rubbing when Toothless collapsed to the ground with a large pleasurable sigh. He chuckled and then offered the foreign dragon a gentle smile. This was going to take awhile. He’d seen her pushing at her muzzle but given the way she had responded to his previous advances he knew she wasn’t about to let him take it off. Or even get close enough to touch it. He heaved a small sigh of his own and sat down beside Toothless as Toothless immediately shot the other dragon a warning look with silted eyes. The message was clear: don’t try anything funny.
Hiccup wasn’t paying much attention to that exchange but was musing to himself as he sketched out the dragoness before him. “She looks almost exactly like you Toothless… but the book didn’t mention anything about this…” That was about as far as his thoughts got before there was a thump of another dragon landing and he sprung up. “Astrid!” He hurried around Toothless who intentionally attempted to trip him with his tail which wasn’t that hard to do given his bum leg. He stumbled but immediately straightened with a crooked smile. “Why are you here?”
“I came to get a look at this new dragon.” With that the girl purposely strolled forward but Hiccup stepped across her path. She still leaned and tried to see past him though but he was adamant about not ruining what little progress he had made. Eventually she stepped back. “Okay, I get it. What is that though? Another night fury?”
Hiccup pulled her a few steps back towards her dragon Stormfly. “No, more of a… light fury?” He suggested uncertainly with a glance back at the dragon. “Look Astrid, this is probably going to take awhile.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell your dad.” She turned to leave but paused after mounting Stormfly “so Hiccup, what are you going to call it?”
“I think it’s a girl…” Hiccup replied with little thought and then frowned. “And I don’t know. Right now I just want to focus on helping her.” Astrid probably would have gave him a quick kiss for that comment if she wasn’t on her dragon, instead she just offered a small nod and took flight. Leaving the three alone once more.
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You play a dragon well ^^
Toothless considered himself to be a rather proud dragon and one of a kind to boot but he had heard stories of ancestors different than himself- that weren’t of the shadows but of the sun. As his eyes glazed over this dragoness’ scales he wondered if this was one of those legends, a living legend. His human was making careful advances but these attempts were not received well. Perhaps they were cut of the same cloth after all. He slunk closer despite the request to ‘wait’ and she whirled on him with wild eyes. He spread his wings- puffing up in warning before she lunged. The strike barely budged him. “Toothless!”
Hiccup moved towards his dragon. “Toothless stop.” Reaching for his snout and encouraging him to look towards him rather than glare this new dragon down. “Let’s… just give her some space. Okay bud?” He lead him a few steps away and when Toothless still looked tense about the matter he began scratching at his neck until his was leaning into him with a content murmur.
(Just a quick one before I went to work)
Hiccup moved towards his dragon. “Toothless stop.” Reaching for his snout and encouraging him to look towards him rather than glare this new dragon down. “Let’s… just give her some space. Okay bud?” He lead him a few steps away and when Toothless still looked tense about the matter he began scratching at his neck until his was leaning into him with a content murmur.
(Just a quick one before I went to work)
It hadn’t seemed like there was any other dragon riders until recently but maybe they had just never seen them before. The small army had been spotted closing in on Berk long before it reached shore and as such they were properly prepared when the enemy descended upon their land. Hiccup had instantly recognized the restraints upon these foreign dragons but learned from years past that calling out among fighting Vikings would only be words tossed to the wind. With a battle on hand they would be seeing only the red of their enemy. Blood baths were what the people of Berk excelled in (along with, recently, riding dragons) and he was partially ashamed to play part in it knowing that the dragons on this opposing side were most likely unwilling participants. As soon as the enemy had been disabled and efforts became a different kind of collective with clean up on the horizon- he managed to get a word in. It was their intention to look for survivors but more than the enemy to question he wanted them to seek out the dragons. They deserved a second chance- some had flown away to freedom but there were others that were unable. Ones to far gone and others that just needed to heal.
It was the second group that his tribe was flustered about. The most sensible thing he got in being called over was ‘hurry’, maybe he was just to distracted to hear the rest.
Toothless touched down with a soft thump upon hard ground, just beyond the circle of people and he slid from his back. “Stop!” He ordered quick and then slowed both his steps and the haste of his words. “Just… back away.” It was obvious that a downed dragon wouldn’t be going anywhere fast and the obstruction of them on its back was causing more distress than good. Only when the other Vikings had eased gradually, “slowly” cautiously off, could he really get a look at the dragon and the breath momentarily caught in his throat. She looked like Toothless.
His dragon bumped his nose into his back and he pushed backwards against Toothless’ snout with a mumbled “wait”. With a displeased shuffle Toothless sat as Hiccup took another slow step forward, showing he was unarmed. “It’s okay.” He assured, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
It was the second group that his tribe was flustered about. The most sensible thing he got in being called over was ‘hurry’, maybe he was just to distracted to hear the rest.
Toothless touched down with a soft thump upon hard ground, just beyond the circle of people and he slid from his back. “Stop!” He ordered quick and then slowed both his steps and the haste of his words. “Just… back away.” It was obvious that a downed dragon wouldn’t be going anywhere fast and the obstruction of them on its back was causing more distress than good. Only when the other Vikings had eased gradually, “slowly” cautiously off, could he really get a look at the dragon and the breath momentarily caught in his throat. She looked like Toothless.
His dragon bumped his nose into his back and he pushed backwards against Toothless’ snout with a mumbled “wait”. With a displeased shuffle Toothless sat as Hiccup took another slow step forward, showing he was unarmed. “It’s okay.” He assured, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Oh yeah, sorry I haven't posted. I have writer's block.
His ears were still ringing despite how still the muddy bank had once more become and how the winds had quieted down. His feet were wedged in the muck, the water having soaked up to his knees when the river thrashed moments before. Something sharp had struck him- a stick or a rock and a cut on his cheek had begun to bleed. All he could do was stare at her though as she fell gracelessly back to share his misfortunate.
He could say nothing about it before she was suddenly before him- eyes wild and desperate and angry. They’d grown enraged so quickly and he struggled to jerk back a step but instead could only yell at her again. “Stop!” He tripped backwards over his own heels and gradually began to glare. “What the hell is your problem?!” His gaze tipped down to the necklace and he swung it violently as his brows knotted together with frustration. “If this is the problem, why don’t I just throw it back in the river?!” He threatened.
He could say nothing about it before she was suddenly before him- eyes wild and desperate and angry. They’d grown enraged so quickly and he struggled to jerk back a step but instead could only yell at her again. “Stop!” He tripped backwards over his own heels and gradually began to glare. “What the hell is your problem?!” His gaze tipped down to the necklace and he swung it violently as his brows knotted together with frustration. “If this is the problem, why don’t I just throw it back in the river?!” He threatened.
lol, sure. Gotta be some perks to this.
It was like a train wreck- he just couldn’t peel his gaze away despite the terror he felt in watching her fingers slid into her own wound. The taste of bile rising in his throat with a sickening lurch of his stomach. He couldn’t edge back any further though, his feet kept slipping in the mud but for a moment he was hopeful she had forgotten all about him but then… she called him out on the necklace and he looked at it with wide eyes before shooting his gaze back to her. “I-” Oh god, he was terrified. What was she?
And before he could say anything else she was collapsing in the mud, and… and… screaming. “Stop!” He clasped his hands over his ears, the chain of the necklace tangled around his fingers as his reality rattled itself apart. He didn’t understand what was going on but this couldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t be happening. “STOP!”
And before he could say anything else she was collapsing in the mud, and… and… screaming. “Stop!” He clasped his hands over his ears, the chain of the necklace tangled around his fingers as his reality rattled itself apart. He didn’t understand what was going on but this couldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t be happening. “STOP!”
lol, lucky he can't really run away then.
But she's a scary sight all the same.
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