Day 2: cuddling somewhere
Stiles was lost for words. And keep in mind, this is Stiles we're talking about, the boy-wonder who wouldn't shut up, so that's saying something.
Before him was a newly hatched dragon, still partially stuck in its speckled egg. Scott had found it in a ravine on the edge of town while running and dropped it off with Derek. He had enough of his own supernatural problems to deal with without adding a dragon to the mix.
Stiles laughed, "It's so cute. I didn't think a dragon would be this cute."
He was about to pat the small creature on its head but drew his hand back when Derek cleared his throat, "Stiles, don't touch it."
"Huh, but why? It's just a little-ah!"
That tiny creature that appeared just moments earlier began to yawn, smoke billowing from its minute mouth.
"Stiles, get down!" Derek lunged after him and tackled Stiles to the ground, just as the dragon exhaled a long steam of flames above their heads.
Stiles blinked in shock, eyes wide, "What? Aw man, it was so cute. Now you're gonna tell me it's deadly, too?"
Derek scowled at him and rolled his eyes a bit, "You may be human, but you know the legends. Dragons are dangerous, idiot. It's not a pet cat or something."
Stiles frowned, "Yeah...I guess not. Hey, are you going to keep holding onto me? I mean..."
Derek looked down at the boy awkwardly shifting beneath his arms and made an embarrassed face.
"Stiles, as much as I would love to get up, we can't exactly move while that thing is blowing smoke and fire around." Derek frowned and sighed, "We should wait for it to fall asleep."
"Ah, oka-"
"Not! Another word."
"Okay."