Toothless didn't necessarily dislike airports, but the London Heathrow Airport was starting to make it onto his hate list. It seemed to be designed by a demon sent from the underworld to torment land dwellers; ups to go downs, lefts to go rights, people filled every single inch of free space, and there was not enough air to breathe. It was nearly impossible to navigate through all the confusion and chaos. It took the collective efforts of Toothless, Hiccup and a nice, elderly, British woman to eventually find luggage claim and scheduled transportation.
"Scheduled transportation?" Hiccup asked as they made their way to the automated double doors that would lead them to their freedom. However, that freedom came with a price.
Hiccup cursed under his breath after the first blast of London Spring air slapped his face. Toothless smiled; a pleasant shiver of nostalgia crept up his spine. "Yes, our limo should be waiting for us."
The younger man's eyes widened with happy surprise. "Limo?"
The vehicle in question carefully pulled up near the pair. The driver rolled down the tinted window before greeting the couple with a wide, cheery smile. He looked to be middle-aged by his laugh lines and the few gray hairs that were protruding from his otherwise brunette hair. He wore the typical chauffeur uniform, which added to Hiccup's first limo experience.
"Would you two be the Avindr's?"
Hiccup's stomach cradled pleasant butterflies, and he swelled with pride. Yes, he was an Avindr.
"We are." Toothless answered with a boastful smile.
"You wouldn't mind showing ID would you? Its company policy before I leave the vehicle." The driver explained in a disarming tone.
"No problem," Toothless whispered as he searched his pockets for his wallet. After a few breathless moments, he finally found the precious item in his back pocket. He opened it, revealing his ID to the driver, who nodded in response.
The driver carefully exited the vehicle. He helped Toothless and Hiccup with their luggage before opening the back door for the pair. Once the couple and driver entered the limo, they were off to the docks. There the couple would catch a ferry to the island of Berk.
Toothless leaned his head back against the black, leather-clad headrest of his seat, and closed his eyes. As a dragon, he wasn't one to be affected by jetlag, but he was tired nonetheless. He hadn't slept for 36 hours, much too busy with planning and packing to make an appointment with his bed. Even with first class accommodations, Toothless was far too uncomfortable to sleep on the plane. Besides, it took a lot of concentration to not transform into a dragon while he slept, and that would take energy that he did not have.
He opened his eyes, and then turned his head toward his mate. Hiccup was fast asleep against his shoulder. Not even five minutes in the vehicle and the college student was already napping. Toothless smiled before closing his eyes and following Hiccup's lead. They had a good hour before they would arrive to their destination. It was not so much time as to require the presence of mind to not transform, but enough time to take a well-deserved nap.
Toothless was far too confused for his liking. He was in a dark room, and the only light came from a spotlight that shown on two Hiccups in front of him. They were facing each other. One had his normal school attire; a baggy sweatshirt, jeans and tennis shoes. The other had his Viking attire; green tunic, fur vest and leather boots. They were both glaring at the other, eyes filled with murderous hatred.
"It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state," the modernly dressed Hiccup hissed, "A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake."
The Viking Hiccup scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "No kiss, no gentle word, could wake me from this slumber."
The modern Hiccup approached his counterpart, and took him roughly by the shoulders. "Until I realized that it was you who held me under." He released the Viking with enough force to push him back a few steps.
The modern Hiccup looked desperate, nearly hysterical. He took his head in his hands, and reeled, as if in pain. "Felt in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids! Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs." He shouted.
The Viking Hiccup took his counterpart's chin in his hand, and forced him to meet his eyes. "No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone." he warned; the consequences were clear in his eyes. "No more crawling like a crow, for a boy, for a body in the garden."
In unison, they spoke ominously, "No more dreaming like a girl so in love so love, no more dreaming like a girl so in love so in love."
The Viking shook his head before he released the modern one. "No more dreaming like a girl," he whispered in disappointment, for himself or for his counterpart, Toothless didn't know. "So in love with the wrong world."
Toothless woke with a jolt. He was disoriented for a few moments before a reassuring hand on his shoulder brought him back to the real world. He was in a limo, on vacation, with Hiccup.
The dragon turned to his rigid mate. Hiccup's eyes held a concern that needed to be remedied. Toothless gave him the brightest smile he could muster. "I had a weird dream."
Immediately, the tension in Hiccup's eyes and body melted away. "Sounds like it," he laughed, "We're here."