This is a random stream-of-consciousness oneshot I wrote because my friend who was going to come over had to stay home and cleanse (not clean, cleanse) her room and left me all alone and incredibly bored.
Anyway, I did this thing where I just start writing and don't allow myself to stop until I reach some kind of ending. Upon rereading it, I realize it doesn't really do anything, mean anything, or follow any kind of logical… anything… but I'm publishing it anyway.
So yeah, bear in mind that it makes no sense.
Toothless had known it from the beginning; his human was special.
He glanced at his brown-haired friend warmly. Hiccup was hard at work making another of his endless improvements on his false leg. He'd already made countless improvements and tweaks to the original design, and everyday he limped a little bit less.
First, he'd fixed the part where it attaches to his leg so that instead of his stump resting on it, it's strapped to his leg a little below his knee so that the pressure was no longer on the sorest part of his leg.
Then, he'd added an extension to the front so that when he walked up hills or on mud, he could tilt his leg forward and the front would dig into the ground and he wouldn't lose his grip and fall (though of course, Hiccup could always find a way to fall).
After that, he'd realized that the foot was too jagged and off-balanced, so he changed the structure; now it was a long flat piece that curved upwards slightly in the middle almost like a foot. The front extension became optional so he didn't always have to walk on his heels, and he added just one bump, right in the middle, that slid perfectly into the stirrup on Toothless' side.
Of course, the foot he was now working on was completely different-looking. Toothless had no idea where his scrawny Viking was going with this one, as it was beginning to resemble a sort of claw.
The dragon turned and studied his friend's face for a moment. It was scrunched up in concentration, the deep green eyes narrowed to slits and the scrunched brow coated with droplets of sweat. The teen was chewing on his lip; a new habit that he'd developed since the battle against the giant dragon. The firelight played on his features, accentuating the usually nonexistent angles on his face, and making them dance every time the flames flickered.
Toothless then turned again and glanced out the window. When he wasn't caught in it, he noticed, the rain was actually quite beautiful, and the occasional lightning strikes lit the room brilliantly in contrast to the warm glow of the fire that gave it a homey feel; every object seemed to move with the flickering orange light.
For a moment, the rhythmic clink of Hiccup's small hammer on the heated metal paused as he stretched his arms and wiped his forehead. Toothless took this moment to shift position and re-layer his wings. The rustling noise startled the jumpy boy and he turned to look at Toothless as if he'd forgotten he was there. He gave the Night Fury a lazy smile.
"Hey buddy."
And turned back to work.
Toothless laughed quietly before covering his eyes with his wings and dozing off to sleep.
Yep, his human sure was special.