So after watching HTTYD2 and going online I noticed a rather distinct lack of Toothless and Stormfly stories, so I intend to rectify that. Obviously, the Dragons will be speaking because I'm not in the mood to write a silent film noir, and as usual, blah blah blah, legal disclaimers, blah blah blah blah blah. With that out of the way might I cordially invite you to read the first chapter of this little story of my own.
"So, first question."
Toothless lay on his back, perched precariously on the roof, his lazy, half-shut eyes gliding across the cloud-dappled sky. A weak gust plucked at his scales and stung his eyes slightly. He said nonchalantly, "Shoot."
"Favourite colour."
"Red if I'm happy, Black if I'm not."
"Favourite food."
"You know that weird red little fish? The one with the pink flesh?"
"Salmon? Okay, favourite two-legs."
"Hiccup, that's a given."
"Favourite Dragon?"
Toothless opened his jaws as the name hung on his tongue then shut them quickly. He rolled over and faced the asker, a crimson Monstrous Nightmare who was curled around a wooden figurehead nailed to the roof. As the black barbs along the Nightmare's length carved white scratches into the wood and he puffed out a few clouds of fire in boredom, Hookfang asked, "So? Who is it? Could it be the very handsome, mysterious and dangerous Monstrous Nightmare before you?"
Toothless made a retching gesture over the side of the roof and the Nightmare gave a rumbling chuckle. "So not me? Fine, who is it?"
Hiccup was away doing whatever two-legs do in their free time, scurrying about on their weedy little stick-legs, giving Toothless more free time than he'd like. It seems Hookfang's rider was also busy, flexing those tiny sinews in his arms at female two-legs, so he'd found Toothless here, on the roof of Hiccup's house, and they were finding times to waste their time.
"It's Stormfly ain't it?" Hookfang hissed teasingly, smoke trailing from the corners of his jaws.
The name obviously struck a chord in Toothless. They'd been friends for years since Hiccup had freed the few of them and taken down the Red Death. Toothless scoffed in shock. "Hah! That's just crazy, as if I'd ever… no, just no. She's my friend!"
"It is her!" he exclaimed, his snarl turning a few heads of passing two-legs below. Hookfang loomed closer and grinned, revealing double rows of needle teeth. He glanced both sides to make sure there was no one eavesdropping, before asking, "Does she know?"
Toothless rolled his eyes and pushed Hookfang away with a claw. "I told you, she's my friend. Friend! You deaf as well as stupid?"
Hookfang didn't seem to care. As Toothless pretended to inspect his jet black wings, he inched closer. "Have you made a move yet? You see, always make the first move! The ladies love a guy with confidence."
Toothless smirked, "I'm sure you have a lot of experience with the ladies."
"You bet! Look at this one over here," he raised his wing to show a scar along his side. "From a smokey Sand Wraith, this lo-o-ong one here is from a Timberjack, these two are from a Hideous Zippleback, trust me, she was anything but Hideous, both heads got bitey though, and this one from a Stormcutter, it goes all the way down to my-"
"I get the image." Toothless shook his head, trying to clear his mind of it immediately thereafter. "Did you do anything besides get bitten by them?"
As he chuckled at his own joke, Hookfang said, "Ha ha, joke all you want, but in all seriousness, if you want to make a move you better make it fast."
Toothless kept silent as Hookfang cleaned his claws as he spoke. "We won't be young forever, you know? We're two handsome young bachelors, me at least, and Stormfly's a cute lass. She's a bit younger than you and me so she must be nearly sixteen, you know what that means."
He pretended not to and Hookfang sighed in exasperation, "Let's just say if you don't catch the fish, there'll be a queue at the river when you get back.
Another wind blew through Berk, carrying with it the taste of salt water. Toothless licked his lips, tasting the tang of the sea. He sighed, "Maybe you're right." He looked down at the two-legs fretting about their petty lives in the grass below. "But even if I do say something, will it even work? I mean she's a Nadder, I'm a Nightfury, and what if things get awkward? What do I- are you even listening?"
Hookfang was smiling stupidly now, smoke streaming from his nostrils and a hint of something burning. "So you do like her!"
"Argh! This is useless!"
He gave a cackling laugh, before breathing deep to catch his breath and saying, "Well, if you want my advice- don't make that face, I know you need my wisdom- go out there right now. Like, seriously right now, go up to her, ground her for awhile and bring her somewhere nice and quiet, have a bit 'o chat, maybe share a fish or two, and here's the trick."
Toothless watched, intrigued, as Hookfang curled around the figurehead again. "Pretend I'm you and this wooden thing is Stormfly. When you feel the time is right, you take her, make her look you in the eye like so." Hookfang locked eyes with the figurehead. "You look deep into her eyes- the window to their souls you know- and then while she's laughing awkwardly trying to figure out what you're doing, you lean in close, and tell her that you don't want her to struggle too much. Then you take her, push her down against the ground, and then you-"
"GODS DAMMIT DOES EVERYTHING YOU SAY HAVE TO END LIKE THAT?"
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Toothless was currently on a cliff face where the green grass and moss faded to sun drenched grey stone. On the edge of the sheer drop off, maybe eight or ten metres in front of him was a Dragon, a very particular Dragon. Her viridian blue scaled back was turned to Toothless, her orange striped figure writhing as she swallowed huge fish from a cracked open barrel whole.
Toothless growled to himself, Stupid, stupid. He glanced back and saw the edge of the two-legs' buildings some distance away, Hookfang perched luxuriously upon a rooftop as he watched Toothless with anticipation. He cursed himself as he turned back to face Stormfly. He should have never agreed to this.
He could imagine Hookfang shaking with laughter as he watched at a safe distance. His mind couldn't stop worrying about what he was going to do. What if she thinks I'm being weird? What if things get uncomfortable? What if I ruin our friendship? Damn, this is a really bad idea.
He shifted on his claws, unsure, the damp grass and stones shuffling silently underfoot. I should just go now, Hookfang'll just laugh at me a while but at least I won't have to do this. I just need to leave before she realises I was ever here.
As he began to turn the wet stone scrunches under his claws, making him cringe. Stormfly looked back in surprise, her eyes lighting up. "Toothless! I didn't notice you there, come on, Astrid got me this."
Toothless wanted to curse his luck and fly away without looking back, instead he plastered a grin onto his face and forced out the words, "Sure! What is it?" It was too late to go back now. Hookfang was probably laughing his scales off.
Stormfly scooted over to the side to make space for Toothless on the narrow granite cliff. She had before her a giant barrel on its side, the planks on one side torn open to reveal its contents, fish, glorious, fat silver and black fish, so much that they spilled out onto the granite.
Stormfly was escatatic, her eyes filled with joy and her voice high and chippering today. "Astrid got me this! She rolled out this whole barrel from the, oh what do they call them? Larders? Anyways, she rolled it all the way out for me! These humans are so weird, they keep their fish inside these wooden shells for weeks instead of just eating them right then!"
Toothless noticed how the way she cocked her head cutely from side to side when she was talking. Her scales were a soft, cool blue like the sea she faced, those around her eyes were a beautiful shade of crimson, more like a wild flower than Hookfang's bloody tone, the colour accenting the deep, rich yellow of her eyes.
"So?"
Toothless shook himself out of his daydream. He saw Stormfly brimming with excitement as she faced him, a fat fish in her jaws. She tried to smile around the fish in her mouth, making her look very funny. "Come on! Try some!"
"Uh, no thanks," he smiled back sheepishly. "I uh, already ate."
He hadn't really but the fish was her's anyway.
Stormfly's smile just got wider. She scooted closer, nodding towards Toothless, the fish flopping between her teeth. "Come on! Just one won't hurt." She cocked her head again and shook the fish slightly, making its fat silver body wobble. "Look how juicy and fat that is, don't you want to just eat that right up?"
Her eyes looked at him imploringly, it was almost as if she was trying to pull off that doll eyed beg-stare, and she pulled it off quite well. Complete with the slightly watery eyes and quivering bottom jaw, which made the fish wobble in her mouth amusingly. Toothless stifiled his laughter and laughed nervously, "Oh wow, it's almost Sunset, I should be going now, Hiccup said he needed some help with something and I should reall-"
"Don't make me beg!" Stormfly exclaimed, jerking the fish in her mouth towards him. "I'll beg, I swear!"
That fish did actually look very tasty, it was inches from him but so was Stormfly's smiling face. He chuckled nervously, backing up as she leaned in some more. "I should probably be going now."
"Argh! This is going nowhere! Just open your mouth."
"Wha-"
"Open your mouth!" she snarled.
"Yes ma'am." Toothless propped his jaws open obediently. Stormfly leaned in even closer, he could feel the heat coming off her body, a few of her spines actually scraped against his scales. She opened her jaws and the fish slid smoothly from her mouth into his.
That had been so unexpected he'd nearly spat the fish out. Stormfly sat back and smiled triumphantly. "Have you forgotten how to chew? Or are you really toothless in there?"
The fish nearly slid out of his mouth as it hung open in surprise at what she'd just done. He slowly shut his mouth over the fish, sliding it down his throat. It was so fat it nearly got stuck.
She continued with her meal as if nothing had happened, gorging herself on more fish. She noticed Toothless staring and asked, "What? Aren't you going to eat?"
"Did you really just…"
Stormfly cocked her head cutely and sighed, "Don't tell me I have to feed you again."
Toothless shrugged and opened his mouth back open. "Well... I wouldn't mind."
She laughed and bumped his shoulder playfully.
He wasn't altogether comfortable with her yet, but he did sit a little closer to her as they ate.
So, that's chapitre un, leave a review on what you thought, how I can improve this story of mine, and until the next chapter, au revoir, mes amis!
