Thoughts
It was raining. That meant they couldn't go flying or Hiccup would get sick. And if Hiccup got sick that would mean no flying for DAYS. Damned human bodies.
Toothless was sitting in front of a fire, bored out of his mind. He had absolutely nothing to do. He already chewed on Stoick's extra boots. Drawings of big, complicated thingies that Hiccup drew were drooled on hours ago. His belly was full from the fish he ate from the baskets. Hiccup left for the forge to finish a project he was working on earlier in the morning. He finished chewing on Hiccup's clothes when He had an idea. Human bodies get sick in the rain, but Toothless isn't a human.
Toothless ran to the door and burst out into the rain. He slid on the mud and rolled down to the bottom of the hill. This was the most fun he's had in years.
Toothless sneezed, again.
"Who knew dragons could get colds?" Hiccup handed Toothless some warm fish while he talked to Astrid, who was sitting down next to the dragon. Toothless snatched the fish and burrowed into a bundle of blankets next to the fire.
Dragons don't get sick! Dragons are mighty, feared, fire-breathing be-SNEEZE- Okay, maybe dragons get sick.
"Well it looks like you two won't be flying for a while." Astrid petted the bundle that was Toothless.
WHAT? NO! Okay. No more Mr. Nice Dragon. Toothless closed his eyes and began growling. Time to die cold! Apparently, Toothless believed growling at oneself when they are sick cures them.
"What do you think he's doing?" Astrid pointed at the growling blankets.
"Maybe he's finally gone insane?" Hiccup shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to Astrid, putting his arm around her.