HE was a nightfury: most powerful and most intelligent of all the dragons. His breed was as rare as the blue moon and as powerful as the forces that split stars (or so Toothless liked to believe). He was said to be the spawn of lightning and death itself so really… there should be no debate over who was the best here. So for Hiccup to go off like this with that write off of a nightfury and tell him to stay behind-
it just shouldn’t have happened-
This dragoness was of a breed that was only myth. Born from old stories told to hatchlings in the nest. She was no more real than his prosthetic tailfin. He would not deny she existed though because she was tangible and very frustrating. But she was a phony. Something brought about by those humans to confuse. Untrustworthy. He would have followed but Hiccup probably would have noticed him slinking through the trees- he always seemed to know when he was trailing him. He felt wary though, bothered, circling around near the stables and finally laying stiffly just to spring up as he heard a gasping call. “T-TO-TOOTHLESS!”
Hiccup!
He spurred himself to his feet and charged towards the woods, reaching the tree line in time to lurch forward and catch Hiccup as he tripped. He nudged him backwards noting he smelt only of dirt, sweat and turmoil. He urged him with his eyes as his human gasped for breath, finally managing to get out. “They took her!”
Toothless thought he managed not to seem too thrilled about that but still probably came across a bit arrogant, sitting back on his haunches with an air of ‘what did you expect’?
Hiccup was stressing all the same though- he didn’t see the problem. That dragoness had been nothing but an irritant. He gurgled his opinion but his human wasn’t listening. “We have to go get her.” Reaching for his saddle and he pulled slightly away, “Toothless! Please!” Now he had done it. Now… he couldn’t say no to that.