A dance…

(Hiccup's P.O.V)

I'm drawing something. Drawing what you might ask? Well I'm drawing more than likely the world's only nightfury around. I cut off half his tail when I caught him in a trap I had built. Feeling bad I started taking care of him and named him.

Toothless.

I know it's ironic for a dragon but when I first saw him he had no teeth, I had later learned that he could retract his teeth.

He's behind me now, surveying my "artistic skills" apparently he's pleased because he's purring like a cat. Suddenly he run's off and I hear something snapping.

I turn around, he's standing there with a tree branch in his mouth and he's dragging it against the ground.

After a few awkward seconds he looks like he's finished.

I stand up from the rock I was sitting on and look around. Eh just a bunchy of squiggles but hey good enough for me!

I step on one the lines on accident.

He growls angrily at me.

I step away.

He starts purring.

Humored I step on the line again, he growls, I move, he purrs. I smile at him and step around the lines, then around another, and another, and another.

Time freezes and soon it's just the two of us, I'm moving in a weird pattern, steeping here and there, twisting and turning in every way possible.

It's like I'm in a dream.

It's like, I'm in a dance.