Don't own it. ;)
It was like playing with a tidal wave. Or a hurricane. Hiccup had vague thoughts of cats and mice, but he was reasonably sure that certain similarities there were absent. Mostly, it was fun.
He was tumbling down the unfolded arch of Toothless's wing, breathless with laughter and utterly disoriented. Up was down and the cove was a blur of green and blue and gray; he was helpless but unafraid, and happiness felt like cool black scales and warm fishy breath.
The wing lifted as he neared the ground, flinging him without effort high into the air. He yelled, spinning weightless ten feet up, but padded paws caught him before he had a chance to be afraid, broke his fall and dropped him unharmed to the grass.
Toothless pinned him there as he lay gasping for breath, one paw draped heavily over his stomach. Hiccup could see the dragon's tail from the corner of his eye, twitching and flipping madly as if it had a mind of its own, and he knew that this was a respite only. "Gonna wear me out," he panted, making a half-hearted attempt to free himself. "Gonna get halfway home and fall asleep, prob'ly get eaten by a troll and not even realize it."
Oh, but dragons could look smug when they wanted to.
Without warning, he was airborne again, laughing in giddy delight. He flew, fell and was caught, held securely for a split second and then flying again. He was aware of Toothless cavorting beneath him, diving and rolling to catch him, poising a wing or a paw to flip him up into the air again. It was endless, this moment, and exhilarating.
And he'd never been happier.