Warning! Super! Super! OOC Toothless present!
Oh. My. Yes! I'm free!
The wings of victories are back!
I am the king of the skies! I will do anything that I please! I will breathe fire, breathe, and not breathe! I am unstoppable!
I had no idea that I could fly until Hiccup pointed it out to me. The tailfin was growing back steadily, and Hiccup had to remove the prosthetic so it wouldn't hurt the newly regrown organ. I was so happy to know that it was there! Like, I must have been eating so much, my body is finally recovering itself after long last!
I dash through the air, spreading my wings open wide and letting the water silhouette my graceful body. I dive down once, snatching several fish in the stunt. Dragons are born with the skill to swim (or at least float), but it takes practice to snatch food out of the water so easily and swiftly.
Well, what am I to say? I'm a Night Fury! I'm the quiet watcher of the skies! Of course I know how to make a living off these aquatic vertebrates!
Oh, man, I can feel the adrenaline pumping through me. I want to fly as far as I can and never look back. I want to see every sunset and every sunrise with my green eyes, through my greenish vision and my artful mind. I want to paint all the feelings of joy and freedom together and I want to stash it into the safest parts of my heart, where I can always feel the joy of being free and alive.
Tailfins! What else could I ask for?
T
It's been a while since things changed.
Well, actually, things change all the time. It's just our brains that tell us which stories are more or less significant.
The more people see it as important, though, the more you feel it's important, too.
For example, I think a bird flying towards its (hers) nest to be important, but others usually don't. Well, Toothless thinks it's important too- so I put more effort into thinking about the bird. If the village is under attack, though, then everyone thinks it's important, and now that everyone cares, its priority rises exponentially in ranks.
So, with only me and Toothless caring about the most recent developments, I thought that it would a good idea to think about this, so maybe someone else would care too.
The cove lies empty and quiet, save for me, who is lazily sketching into my damned notebook.
I sketch Toothless's slender form as he shoots through the sky, his tailfins fully healed and whole. Had this been a few months ago, this would by only a fantasy, him being able to fly without me. But one day, it just happened. A few weeks after he saved me, Toothless's missing tailfin began to grow back. He says that it's from all the fish that he's been eating, but it's probably some kind of powerful Night Fury bodily function that only appears when things are just right. Like how we grow up when our bodies are well-nourished and cared for, dragons heal their scars when the conditions are met. I would give anything to study this new development, but I don't think Toothless would like me prodding and labeling his parts.
Toothless, on the other hand, thinks that it's just an amazing development. He doesn't seem to care why his tailfin has grown back; he's just happy that it's there.
Really? I can go anywhere I want now? he said, his eyes lighting up. Like, wow! Now I can eat fish and play all day!
Of course, he still stays next to me and everything, but he will now more than often run off and sniff at something suspicious, or suddenly take off and come back with a mouthful full of fish. It's sort of fun to watch him be like this.
I'm glad that he's free again. I'm glad that he can now do whatever he wants. I'm glad that he can roam the skies properly again, twist, turn, and dive through the air like he was born to do it (he is) Maybe he'll even find a mate and he'll have children!
I'm glad, in short, that he is happy. After being deprived of the ability to fly for so long must have put out a flame in him that he usually has, which is wanderlust. Dragons don't like staying in the same place for a long time, for like us humans, dragons also crave for things new and interesting.
I can still remember the look on his face when he noticed that he could fly once again; giddy, joy, and freedom written in his eyes, splashed around as he jumps around, spilling out his joy to others with his happy dance, causing us soaked by the bliss to smile too.
That's of course, what I like about him being whole.
What I don't like, of course, is that he no longer relies on me to fly. We used to be a bond that depended on each other to survive, but now that Toothless can now fly at will, I feel like that I'm less important than him- which is probably true. You can't compare a human to a dragon, because there are so many differences and conditions that it gets confusing and usually produces unclear results.
From all that I can see, Toothless is just awesome whereas I'm just plain stupid. Stupid for thinking about all this. Stupid for feeling jealous at Toothless, who can now take into the skies and leave me at any time, and how his wholeness has just been so admired by the people of the village. I, of course, am still neglected, but his increasing popularity among both humans and dragons alike hurts me a lot, too.
I wonder what Toothless thinks about this. I want to know what Toothless feels about having his tail healed and whole, the Night Fury in him now complete once again.
Because I care about him so much. What would I do if he left me with only that?
T
And so, one day, it grew back! Isn't that awesome? I tell Stormfly, who is looking at me disbelievingly.
It looks nice, I guess, she says, bringing up her own tail in full view. But I like mine better. Who wouldn't want to shoot spikes from their tail?
I have the speed of a flying knife tripled, I boast, spreading my wings haughtily. What does your heavy tail do?
The last time I checked, weigh down on people so they can't retaliate? she says dejectedly.
I grin. Not the Toothless grin, but a toothy, lazy grin. It's been one that I've been using ever since I got my flight back, and it just feels nice to have a new smile for a change.
It doesn't matter, I say, snorting. I'm still the fastest dragon on Berk.
On Berk, eh? she says tauntingly. Ever thought that there are other villages too? Doesn't your brain remember anything during those raids?
I smirk. Why wouldn't I? Those villages don't have dragons alongside humans yet, and I remember that I was the leader of most of the raids, remember?
Oh, so you think that was a good thing?
Oh, shut up, I mock. I don't suppose that you were smart enough to evade the human's capture?
She flushes. Say that again and I'll-
What? You'll what?
Stormfly looks at me angrily.
Go away! I don't care about your stupid tailfin and I certainly don't want to talk to you! she yells.
Oh, I'll go do that, I say happily. I'm free, and you're free, but you're not using it! Does that make you smart?
With that, I take off and fly into the sky. Stormfly doesn't follow, but I couldn't care for so much less.
I can fly! I can fly, dammit!
T
"Hey, Fishlegs," I say, approaching the bookworm. The reason I decide to meet him and not Astrid is sort of complicated, but it involves jealousy and pain.
"Hey, Hiccup," he says. "What's wrong? Your face seems different today."
"Toothless has been going outside for 3 days straight now," I tell him. "He leaves before sunrise and comes in far after I'm asleep. It's so frustrating."
"Toothless is really happy that he's up and flying again, isn't he?" Fishlegs asks, looking at me comprehendingly.
I nod. "I've always thought that Toothless at least liked me," I say, sighing loudly. "Now he acts like he doesn't know me at all. We haven't seen each other in three days."
"What do you think he's thinking right now?" he asks, holding up the Book of Dragons and beginning to write. This does not irritate me, instead comforts me even.
"Anything that doesn't involve me," I say, sitting down on the soft grass next to his house.
"Hm," he says. "Meatlug sometimes flies off on her own as well, but I can usually follow because she's so slow."
"I obviously can't catch up with a Night Fury, though," I say, kneeing my hands.
"I know. So… maybe you should wait for him?" he asks.
I raise an eyebrow.
"...Really? You think so?" I ask, unsure of even myself. I would have slapped myself at this thought months ago, back when our bond was so tight, but now… what am I going to do?
"It'll work," he says confidently. "If Toothless is still coming back to the house for shelter, then he still must care about you, right?"
"Yeah… maybe," I say, but I don't bet on it.
"...Is there anything else?" he asks, snapping the book shut. "I'm all ears, you know."
"I… Why is Toothless like this, Fishlegs? I thought that he cared about me! I thought that we were one! Now, I… I don't even know if he's coming back or not!" I almost yell, pain welling up my eyes slowly.
What is wrong with you, Toothless? Do you care about me anymore? Do you have the faintest reminder of who I am, nowadays? Can you think of how many times I nearly died, looking for you in the damn woods, and ended up with nothing? While you are out and doing your dragon things? Why, Toothless?
A soft hand touches my shoulder. It's Fishlegs.
"It'll be alright," he says. "Toothless must still care about you."
I nod, knowing what he says he knows about even less than me. It's not a lie, but it's not the truth, either.
It hurts, regardless.
And, as much as I hate pain, I can't help but stand in it and let it wither me away.
Because I still care about Toothless.
Well! Consider this as a filler for a while, because I'm still thinking of what to actually write about for the Toothless's Mother story. Suggestions are welcome!
Speaking of which, Immortality will still be getting updates, albeit not related to Toothless's mother that much (both share the same timelines).