A/N: It's been quite a while, I know. I always thought I couldn't write fanfics properly, but it seems I just can't escape the fanfiction world. :)
Besides, I fall in love with HTTYD over and over again, so I had to do something about it. Get ready for a series of drabbles with Hiccup and Toothless' friendship in focus! Their bond is unlike everything I've ever seen!
The first one's rated K. Hope you'll enjoy.
If the translation feels weird, let me know. :)
Oh, and of course I don't own anything, but you knew that. If I did, I wouldn't be here.
Thirsty
Being chief is a lot harder than either of them thought. And with Berk operating under a rebuilding status, it's nothing but constant work and work and work. He's hiding it well, but Toothless knows his rider is getting tired. Everyone does. They are helping him in any way they can, but it's difficult. It's new. And all of Berk's people need to get used to this not yet mapped world their lives' next chapter gave.
For Toothless and his rider, it's more grueling. The young and inexperienced chief is working so hard not to let the island down. He's always been selfless, but now? Even more so. All of his time is now dedicated to his people, and sometimes he forgets to take care of his own basic needs.
Toothless feels it. Again. He looks at Hiccup standing at his desk and sketching new blueprints, and suddenly his normally wet tongue is like sandpaper. He knows it's not his thirst but his best friend's. He knows it, because he rinsed his mouth at the water dispenser with Stormfly before returning.
Worry and anger creep into his eyes and make their way through his body as he moves closer to his rider, gently poking his water gourd with his nose. Hiccup is so focused on his work that he doesn't notice. Toothless lets out a frustrated growl, nudging the gourd harder.
"Bud?" Hiccup snaps out of his trance, petting the Night Fury's head gently. "I'm sorry. Are you thirsty?"
Toothless gives another growl. Stupid, stupid Hiccup. He shoves the gourd towards him, and eyes him sternly. Hiccup swallows…or tries to. And that's when he realizes.
"Oh. Oh!" He lets out an awkward little laugh and raises the gourd quickly to his parched lips. "Thanks. Where would I be without you?" And as he drinks it all up, Toothless' tongue feels wet again.