A/N: I shamelessly got myself horribly addicted to "How To Train Your Dragon" and I don't regret a thing!
DISCLAIMER: Do not own though I wish I did. Get myself an awesome Night Fury.
Hiccup had never minded fish; he actually preferred it over the usual meat the "normal" Vikings consumed. Just another way that made him different he supposed. He wasn't picky about fish either since it all tasted the same to him. Besides, it was much easier to cook over an open fire whenever he managed to get lost in the woods again and it didn't require running around everywhere; just patience. Yes, fish had always been good to him.
And then he met Toothless. Upon learning that the Night Fury was partial to fish, Hiccup had thought it to be a bright idea to catch and bring him one, an Icelandic cod to be precise. Sure he had meant to just toss it to the dragon behind the safety of a shield but, as usual, things didn't go his way. He could remember the sleek, black body lowering itself off of its rocky perch and to the ground, pupils widening at the fish. Toothless had "want" written all over his angular face. And Hiccup, although nervous, was happy enough to comply but not without drawing the hulking being closer.
Hiccup knew the fish wouldn't be in his hands long but he never expected how fast it would be torn away. No sooner had he noted the dragon's lack of teeth did they appear and chomped down vigorously on the hapless fish (mind you, it was dead but it never would've stood a chance.) He had noticed Toothless content with his fishy meal before locking eyes with the boy. Hiccup had backed away until he was pressed against a rock, frightened he was going to be next on the dinner menu. Without thinking, he quickly exclaimed that he was barren of any more fish in an attempt to maybe keep his hide.
Toothless, however didn't find that to be much of a problem. Instead, his problem was the lack of sharing. Hiccup felt his stomach twist in knots as the dragon made what could easily resemble the noise a cat makes when hacking up a hairball (not at all pleasant) and grimaced as a half devoured fish (the tail end) was regurgitated into his lap. What the heck was he supposed to do with it? It wasn't until Toothless had sat on the back of his tail and gave him a motion that he was indeed sharing. Not wanting to necessarily upset the dragon, the boy took a bigger bite than he intended, nearly vomiting at the taste. But then he actually had to swallow it, a regurgitated fish not only raw but covered in dragon saliva and who-knew what else.
After that incident and Toothless' other happy attempts at fish sharing, Hiccup had decided that maybe fish could be held off on for a while.
Rushed but tell me what you think anyways!