Written to Jonsi's "Why Not". I would recommend listening to it while reading, but I'm pretty sure that no one does. ^^
Also, I am in serious need of prompts. PLEASE.
The Boy's hand is close to his nose, so close that it would only take a slight movement on his part to make contact. He hesitates, heart torn with indecision, these creatures bring pain, they bring suffering, they don't make any SENSE, he's different, he helps, he is small, not a threat- before taking a deep, steadying breath –betrayal of your own kind- and he pushes his snout into The Boy's outstretched hand.
And he can't help but think why.
Many years later, almost a decade, he lies atop a small hill, outside a simple cottage. It does not appear to be special to passing Vikings, but he has not turned his head since The Boy- now very much a man- had run pell-mell through the village and inside.
Strange, disquieting sounds emit from the house, causing the dragon's ears to twitch. He wants – needs- to enter, but The Boy had ordered him to remain outside, and even though it makes his scales itch and his chest constrict, he obeys.
His current state causes him to reflect back on all that he has been through with The Boy, from the acceptance of his peers to his rise to chief of the village … But with the good comes the bad, and his claws still bury themselves in the ground as he thinks of the loss of the leg, and The Boy constantly risking his life for the safety of his friends. Idiot, he thinks affectionately. His mind still occasionally turns to that moment in the cove, where he first allowed The Boy within his boundaries.
He stays like this for a long while, staring at the hut, until a wail pierces the air, followed by crying. His head shoots up, ears swiveling toward the house.
It is still some time before The Boy stumbles outside, grinning madly despite his sweat stained demeanor. He runs up to the waiting dragon, and grabs him on either side of the head, and rests their foreheads together.
"Toothless. I- I'm a father!" he says, as if he still can't believe this fact.
The dragon wants to say that this is very obvious, thank you, but he doesn't, instead humming deep in his throat.
The Boy beams at him, before dashing off into the village to spread the word.
And as the dragon watches The Boy – His Boy- that boy with the biggest heart, and filled with more joy and wonder than an ocean is filled with water, he can't help but think why not.