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       It was bad enough the dragon had invited himself onto the bed, Hiccup really wasn’t sure how much more the frame could take of this, but then of course came the dragon saliva. Always with the dragon saliva all the time, even after they had talks about how it got everywhere and never came out.

       ❝ Toothless! Bad dragon! ❞ The Viking immediately scolded, squirming his way out from under the beast to get off of his bed but only succeeded in falling onto the ground because this wasn’t easy to do and he was kind of lacking his left foot.

       ❝ Bud, seriously, I can’t just get up and go the way you do every morning. Give me just-… I need five minutes. ❞ He pleaded to the Night Fury from where he was now laid on the floor, reaching for his prosthetic leg.

    as hiccup fell to the floor toothless eased up and slide off of his bed which made another loud creak as it settled back in place. he carefully grabs the leg in his jaw and holds it out for hiccup to take, a peace offering of sorts. he did feel bad about the rude awakening but at the same time he was just itching to get back out there! they had found a really cool cave system yesterday afternoon and hiccup had promised they would spend all day exploring.     with hiccups leg given toothless bounds down the stairs into the main living area where he can be heard messing about in the kitchen. there’s the clatter of pots as they fall on the ground and little chirping noises from toothless. when hiccup would undoubtly check on what exactly he was doing he would find toothless sitting at one end of the table that was set quite haphazardly with a plate for himself, and one for hiccup, both with a large fish on it.

              the dragon had been assumed long gone with the length of time to which she did not see him. missing, or simply void, with little warning given. if the empress was honest, this has happened before ; perhaps not with this particular drake, but with others she deemed her own flesh & blood – family – so in a sense, Adrastia had grown accustomed to its happening.               ( it never made the reality easy, but it certainly took less time to heal. )

    a rustling spring breeze was soothing, rather soft over the glistening scales of her hide. about the woodlands does the beast wander with an odd sense of absence within her very being. almost as if she were bored, unsatisfied. after all, the earthen realm could only entertain a creature such as she for so long. without the company of her companion, her reasons for being there were close to none at all. however, it is amidst the breeze that her ears pick up on something most peculiar: a sound, so faint that even she had to halt in her steps to focus. so familiarly inhuman.                ( dragonic, indeed, yet she is skeptical to believe in such trying times. not in this area, or at least, not anymore. ) & so, she remains grounded, head raised up to the sky with scales that flutter idly over muscles. steam wafts from her nostrils, short bellows echo from her chest. for all she knew, she could be talking to herself —  there was no harm in trying.

    toothless did not like to go missing but sometimes the situation could not be helped. he’d find himself distracted, sometimes even in danger, unable to return to those he cared about. mostly a recluse he avoided most humans to any cost but occasionally he would be discovered and that would lead to danger. but toothless was a smart dragon and he had managed to worm his way out of the situation and return to his familiar hunting grounds, hoping that certain individuals had not thought he had left them, and left him in return.     it was a rough flight, the contraption on his tail not built to last despite multiple people having helped him over the many years since hiccups death. it was a constant bane for him, fighting damaging it, or just time. as he flies it catches and buckles, causing his directional control to be greatly lessened. as he drops a few feet when such a thing happens he gives an annoyed roar before he stabilises himself once more.     what he doesn’t expect is a bellowing reply in the distance. its sound is familiar and so he responds quite enthusiastically with his own call, using his echolocation based crone to respond. he can barely believe that she is still in the area, but the thought of seeing ad against makes his fins glow their neon blue in excitement as he comes crashing into view, skidding along the ground to stop just at her feet.    he shakes his head to remove the dirt and grass before jumping to his feet, making a lot of happy noises.

& (  noctefurores ) ; 

Was that …. a fucking dragon? And here he was, stumbling from the tavern he had just left, to whatever place he would chose to lay his head for the eve. Yet upon the sight? He nearly attempted to turn upon heel and return to the tavern, as he groaned,  ❝ ——– I have not yet had enough mead for this – ❞ yet he does not turn, for fear his burly form may tumble to the stone underfoot. Instead? He calls out,  ❝ Beowulf? —- Beowulf? ❞ As if the honored warrior can be summoned by mere spoken name alone. 

    upon sight of the other toothless retreats further into the darkness, green eyes glowing faintly as he regards them with clear wariness. he can smell the alcohol on him and is thankful. those who are drunk and spot him usually move on, thinking him to be a hallucination. yet, there is something different about this one. something he can’t quite place and so he watches and waits.

   It nodded.  And Godric reached over with one hand to the opposite forearm, giving himself a small pinch, to check that he was not having a waking dream, for such an odd thing to occur.  The shining silver sword at his side remained, for the moment, sheathed, as he peered down at it.  When he thought he had seen nearly all the world would offer him, Godric still became surprised now and again. “… can you understand me?” 

    toothless nods slowly, green hues travelling to the sword at his side, a low growl rumbling from his throat. he looks purposely at the man, then back at his sword, flicking his head purposely as a sign to cast it aside; for now. it was considered extremely rude to even carry a weapon around a dragon. it wasn’t drawn yet, but the threat was there, and that was enough.

    Nearly all manner of beasts and creatures had crossed paths with Godric in the long years he had been travelling the world, though none, perhaps, so curious as that which now stood before him.  It appeared to be a dragon, though a young one - not that he could call himself a faire judge of dragon ageing patterns.  “ … hello,” he greeted it, a tad awkward since he did not know how else to react.  What did one do with a dragon who was not in the process of setting a village on fire?

    toothless regards the man carefully when they cross paths, nostrils flaring as he hunched down defensively. humans were so unpredictable when it came to how they would treat him. some would run screaming, others brandish weapons, and occasionally they would be respectful and even friendly; he liked the latter the most. when the hello is uttered toothless gives a nod of his head, making a low gutteral sound in response.

                 There was a hint of vulnerability in the dragon’s actions, Odin’s smile remained planted on his face. Obvious sign was given that touch was permitted, the God’s hand running between the young dragon’s ears and top of the head, ❝ You’re all by yourself? ❞ The question was posed in a gentle manner, grey gaze peering around, scanning his surroundings and finding none but the two of them.

    toothless makes a soft noise akin to a purr as he is pet before he sat back on his hindlegs and regarded the man. his head tilted to the side before he nodded, paused, and then shook his head, tail sweeping in front to show the red and obviously man made fin. it made it flex for a moment before he threw his head in the vague direction of the village.         not truly alone. just resting away from the bustle of the village.

                 ❝ Oh aye, look at you! ❞ A bright smile formed on the aging God’s features, arms folding across his chest at the sight of the young dragon, ❝ What a magnificent specimen you are! ❞ There was a majesty about the dark iridescence of the dragon’s scales that Odin found himself drawn to. One hand then reached out, offering a welcome in an attempt to have the Night Fury make his own mind of whether Odin was friend or foe. 

        he watches from atop the boulders, nose flaring as he took in the scent of the stranger. it’s definitely not human, which puzzles him. curiosity takes over, and the compliments certainly help to warm him up. slowly he slides down and approaches, still wary in mannerisms, fins glowing their permanent iridescent blue. he gets to the hand and sniffs it, before gently touching it, a sign he was allowed to touch.