Disclaimer: I don't own "How to train your dragon," DreamWorks does. (I forgot this, silly me.)
(Feel free to ignore this, these are the author notes that were left in the recyclable as I posted this story. I have also taken out the chapter begin/end motions listed here. You just skip ahead to today's note. )
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If I did, I'd be very happy and working on a sequel by now. This chapter prompts Tooth and Hic going over their friendship, and a bit of angst for Tooth. NO FLAMES! FLAMES WILL BE PUT OUT BY DEREZZED GIANT ALIEN SPIDER MUTANT FAIRIES!
Drache=German for "Dragon."I don't own "Dungeons and Dragons" either. (Can you imagine how much money the guy that owns it has by now? He may even rival George Lucas with Star Wars, unless…)
Has anyone else noticed most of the Toothless plushies out there are kind of suckish? Toothless is not a ball, Toothless is a dragon. [Also, whose idea was to make a Night Fury blue? Night=black, not blue or dark violet, black. With (toxic?) green eyes and black cat-like orb pupils.]
Kevvar=Norse for "beautiful." More Toothless angst, and some hate for Astrid. Astrid was probably one of my more favorite characters in the movie. Sad thing is, the funnier characters like the twins or Gobber weren't really developed much during the movie, so we can only guess their personalities. :( Sucky.
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A. Note: I wish they'd stop showing it in theaters and get to DVD and Blu-ray already. I miss seeing the movie now. Sniff. Hiccup goes into the forest with Toothless getting lovey again! Uh-oh...
Chapter 3
Broken Kiss
The black-scaled Night Fury dragoness, Toothless, and the hairy hooligan heir, Hiccup, sat in interest, hearing their friends –and many others- simultaneously talk inside the great hall of Berk. The acclaimed "Dragon Trainers" (made up from the six kids who killed Green Death) talked to each other. Hiccup was listening to another of Snotlout's questionable tales, this one about a treasure chest he, Firewyrm, Fishlegs, and Horrorcow found.
"So like, we were flying, right? You know, taking a good trip around the island when we saw some tiny little brown thing wash up on the beach. Fishlegs said we should've just left it alone and kept cruising." Fishlegs and Horrorcow rolled their eyes, and Firewyrm held her head high. No one had the courage to correct Snotlout, besides it was fun to hear him talk. (In the way you love the hilarious lies friends make up)
"Now I don't know about you all, but a handsome, powerful, and cool person like me -and Firewyrm- can't pass up the idea of treasure. So then it turns out, it WAS a treasure chest! So we snatched the little guy up and brought it back here for everyone to see. I know, I'm a master treasure hunter."
Hiccup sat next to Astrid, giving her a quick unexpected kiss while Snotlout finished up his tale. Toothless frowned at this; Astrid didn't deserve Hiccup. Tuffnut giggled under his breath, shouting out loud, "HEY HICCUP!"
Hiccup winced, "Whoa-what?"
"Fishlegs says your Night Fury is a girl. Should we give her a pink bow so you don't mistake girls for guys?" He laughed hard, Snotlout joining in. Miss a last opportunity to laugh at Hiccup? Not on his life. Toothless was glaring flames at them; she was NOT about to be talked to that way.
"Really? Hey Hiccup! Maybe you should drop Astrid for Toothless! You know, since like you're around her like ALL the time?" Ruffnut -in a rare moment- agreed with Tuff. Toothless's ear flicked at the words, and inwardly sighed. She was just teasing him.
"YOU (SMACK!) And YOU (SMACK)! Stop making fun of him!" Astrid punched Snotlout and Tuffnut. "I mean Hiccup was the first to like a dragon. You know…" Astrid glared at Ruff to shut up then and there, but they all knew better. If she was gonna insult someone, she was gonna insult. She was holding it in, it was only a matter of seconds before either an angry girl or dragon was chasing her to death.
Ruff rose up from the table in the mead hall and slowly backed away, other Vikings taking no notice. "LAY THE DRAGON INSTEAD OF SLAY THE DRAGON!" Hiccup blanched and Astrid screamed, "RUFF! YOU HALF-TROLL WENCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" Astrid pulled out her (favorite) axe and ran after Ruffnut, swinging her axe like crazy, yelling more curses and swears than half the Vikings in there even knew.
Smart Vikings got out of their way. Others...needed to get new helmets tomorrow.
Hiccup looked sheepishly downwards. The fact his friend (who was a girl) was seeing justice for teasing both impressed and scared him. As did that…image of what Ruff said. Creepy... Great. Not like he had enough nightmares of "seeing" Toothless, or being eaten by Toothless instead of being roared at, or scary things with Green Death, even seeing dreams of a ghost of his mother, no...Hiccup TOTALLY needed more nightmares.
He peered down his shirt, Toothless had been REALLY friendly lately, more so than usual. No, no. That's just how it starts. First they tease me, and then I worry, then after the drama is over they get their sick laughs.
Why did he hang out with them so much?
Snotlout went over to Fishlegs to talk about how to split the treasure they found, while Tuff grew another malicious grin. Hiccup hoped he wasn't going to continue it, while Astrid was out punishing Ruff, even though right now he was free game for Toothless.
Tuff glanced at Toothless, thinking of an escape route… "…She'd be pretty in a black wedding dress." Toothless didn't understand what a 'wedding' was, but she slapped him unconscious with her tail as he tried to escape. Hiccup was speechless. Apparently today was "oblivious, make fun of Hiccup day."
"They're all crazy…" Hiccup thought. "At least no one made TOO much fun of me not knowing you're a girl." He patted Toothless on the head and scratched her neck, Toothless moaning and purring in pleasure. She sure was cute for the 'demon of the night sky'. Or it could have been a certain "shadow" wouldn't have let them.
For a brief –very brief- second, Hiccup swore an erotic smile came on her. He rolled his eyes, now he was getting paranoid about it. The thing he just said he wouldn't do. Conviction. Not his strong suit.
It was night in the village and that meant it was bedtime. Not because it was a good idea to sleep earlier, it was because, like Gobber always told the Viking children, "Dragons may be our worst enemy, but not our only one." Hiccup learned that the hard way, going to sleep with wolf bites as a child. Many times.
Hiccup and Toothless walked home from the mead hall, eying the many other Vikings who very likely would pass out there. Drinking until you pass out in the hall was practice for the drinking to be had in Valhalla. Not that Hiccup ever expected to know that pleasure; he probably wasn't in the gods' "good graces" list.
Hiccup wondered if Ruffnut was still alive, becauseAstrid seemed really peeved this time. The girl was scary when she was mad. Plus, she knew where everyone lived. He shrugged, and ran (As best he could with a prosthetic) inside, Toothless chasing him in, in case he fell.
He ran past the table, blowing out a few candles left lying around, Toothless standing there looking at him with her perfect dragon-fail face. He didn't bother to ask why she was making the you-are-an-idiot face.
Hiccup then went up the stairs and froze. "Hiccup…" A blue-eyed, green shirted Astrid was poking the table in rhythm, much like a person starting to get annoyed would do. The face's meaning became apparent.
He did remember to say goodnight, right? Oh gods, he didn't… Hiccup hoped whatever 'anger problems' Astrid has were "properly" released onto Ruffnut. He kept walking up, pretending not to hear.
He never even reached the top step. Astrid grabbed his arm. Hiccup wished the girl wouldn't throw him on Toothless again… or toss him into the table.
Unless Hiccup was kissing Astrid, it had become a ritual for Astrid to 'hurt' Hiccup somehow, and then kiss the boy. Apparently, like all rules, it had exceptions.
"Goodnight." She wrapped her arms around him, French kissing the boy, pink lip against pink lip, tongues rolling around the others' mouth until she dropped him and waved the felled boy another goodnight. "That's for forgetting." Toothless's eyes turned to slits watching the scenario; she could kiss better than her! She growled softly in jealousy as Hiccup waved her goodbye and goodnight. Maybe she could...
Hiccup sheepishly waved goodnight to her as well. Ah…how'd he get so lucky to have her, and the only Night Fury around Berk? He walked back down, blushing at the doorway Astrid stood in, moments ago. He loved getting kissed, and so did she. Each kiss was the highlight of his day, superseded only by flying with Toothless. And that was totally awesome, even though he kissed a lot less than he flew.
Toothless waited until Astrid's footsteps were nothing more than distant plops on the dirt, its sound being overthrown by mid-summer winds. She turned around, enchanted by the boy's features. She stared at every part of his body like she had never seen it before, and she was entranced by Hiccup's skinny figure.
Hiccup noticed that Toothless was staring at the boy with a deep gaze. Normally he loved to see her cat-eyes, but…it was weird this time, like...having a needle barely touching you, waiting to be fully inserted.
Hiccup pouted, "What Tooth? Who're you looking at?"
The black-scaled dragoness moved right up to him, their faces only inches away from each other. Hiccup gave a questioning look at her, but she ignored it. Could she really do this? They had a forbidden friendship before, and that didn't bother her as much as…this.
Hiccup was getting a little worried. Toothless usually didn't just stand there and do nothing (Unless she was resting or lazy) unless it involved him. If having a dragon inches from your face didn't 'involve him' he'd be a messed up in the head kid. (Not that he wasn't before) He scrapped the idea and winced at the attention.
What's wrong with my overgrown iguana? He sweat-dropped; Toothless was acting so strange right now.
Will he accept me for this? Her body shook in anticipation, her impatience made obvious.
Toothless was standing on all fours swishing her tail, somewhat like a dog waiting to be petted. She held her head high, moving in slowly, she didn't want to scare or hurt him with this…
Hiccup's mouth dropped open. His dragon's mouth and his lips were touching. He saw her close her eyes, what in the left-sock stealing troll world was she going to do? It felt like an eternity was passing between the two, no friends, no worries, no suspicions, just…feeling the dragon's slow, warm breaths on his face.
To be quite frank, he –on many occasions- touched Toothless's snout, right above her nose. It was their way of saying, "Trust me." He wasn't sure how, but this was different than before. If he could guess, it was similar to how Astrid's lips felt on his mouth. But Toothless didn't have lips; dragons only had mouths. And he would remember her doing this before, or the disturbed way it pricked his sensitive face.
They both continued standing there, neither of them willing to move. Toothless's fawning mind was trying its last shot to persuade her from doing this, it wasn't right. She was a dragon, he was a human and their relationship was fine as is.
She pushed those thoughts away; she would miss her Vanity and common sense, (as a dragon) but Hiccup was more important than that. She guessed his sire was still drinking at the mead hall, but he would come back. And she was fond of keeping her head attached, and knew this uncomfortable, yet soothing atmospheric touch had to change soon lest he return.
Hiccup blushed harder than he ever had; Toothless was opening her mouth. The scaled mouth scraped his lips a little, but he remained vigilant. Whatever Toothless was doing… Was probably like her hugs, or licks, or snuggles. Just a weird dragon way of showing her love of him, he'd seen other dragons rubs noses lots of times in Berk to their trainers, yet he couldn't help feeling...feeling like his body wanted him to run away.
Toothless's heartbeat was getting louder than her snoring; this was it. Smile and wave, err…smile and kiss like humans, Toothless thought. She gave a last huff and held her hard pink tongue out, grazing his lips.
Toothless pushed her forked tongue into Hiccup's mouth. The taste was so foreign and weird, and so…glorious. Yes, his mouth tasted wonderful to her, it was puffy and small, unlike her hard mouth, which had muscle on the bottom, and was as soft as his voice…
This…this is so good, please gods, if this is wrong, I don't want to be right…
Her tongue overlapped Hiccup's, coating the inside of his mouth with loads of dragon-gob. She kept the relentless assault on Hiccup's mouth going, her forked tongue fighting (a one person battle) for dominance. She explored every confine of mouth Hiccup had to offer, bubbly and tingly sensations surging through her like a raging river. She moved it all around, licking every spot and rolling it around his own pink licker.
By..By Sleipner's hoof, and Odin's beard…what's…what is this…? If Toothless had opened her eyes, she would've seen the traumatized face glued onto Hiccup, or the way he squirmed futilely, the dragon mistaking it as pleasure the Viking teenager was having in response.
This was so worth the mental anguish and emotional conflictions she had been through for the past few days. She didn't open her eyes, if Hiccup didn't like this, she'd rather stay in this denial-heaven forever. She never knew this odd form of affinity in humans was so rewarding…
No wonder the humans kiss, it's like connecting on an awesome new level.
Hiccup's heart skipped a beat; he tried to cover his mouth, blushing. They were off in their own little Valhalla, and Toothless, HIS DRAGON, WAS FRENCH KISSING HIM! He gasped silently; Toothless's tongue was exploring his mouth! HIS MOUTH! What… WHAT was she implying…?
Oh…Ruff set this up. That makes sense. My girl beats her up, and she gets revenge by convincing Toothless to "kiss" me with fish. They'll wish they didn't mess with the world's- oh Thor; Tuff's got me doing it now.
Toothless eventually moved her mouth back, content. She smirked happily; even Hiccup couldn't ignore such an obvious sign. Astrid can't hold a claw compared to her, and she was a DRAGON! A NIGHT FURY! Hiccup will fall desperately in love with her, and then they'll live happily ever after, in their own weird little human home in Berk. Or whatever humans did after the happily ever after in stories.
I wonder if he'll let me have another before Stoick comes in and ruins the mood.
Hiccup was processing all this, while Toothless was making another of her awkward gummy grins, obviously enjoying the kiss. His dragoness really just kissed him. Toothless kissed him, Hiccup, Stoick's son. Quite possibly even odder than the time he tasted fire. And that didn't go over well with his dad.
Her heart was filled to bursting point with bubbly feelings, because her love for the boy was true love. It surprised her really, that not an ounce of instinct told her to do that. Normally, actions like this were brought out on mating season, but this was personal love, her love and endearing possessiveness, her total and complete affection towards the man-child. Actually, her traitorous body and (still) fawning mind would allow her no more than this kiss.
Hiccup nervously breathed, Toothless had an expectant face, and wanted to hear him. He needed to answer and picked words off the top of his head, "Um…um…I…love you too…" Hiccup instantly regretted his poor choice of words, wincing at how ecstatic Toothless moved and smiled so maliciously. To him, Toothless was like a geyser about to explode. His eyes widened, Toothless was tensing to jump on him!
Nonononono…Please, anything gods, anything to distract her… ANYTHING will work...Really...
His wish was granted, as right after he said that, Stoick burst in, slamming the door HARD against the wall. Toothless moaned, her ears were sensitive and he just ruined the mood! Toothless snorted angrily, just when she was getting through to Hiccup's dense human male skull without distractions…
"Hiccup! Toothier! Have ya' seen my cape? I can't find it…" Hiccup winced once more; he was dead drunk. (He made a mental note to avoid his dad in the morning)
Stoick didn't completely dislike Toothless (and would rather be burn or be forced to read than to say he liked her, but he was getting fond of the Night Fury). Apparently saving his son twice (though probably a lot more) gained Toothless his permission to stay with Hiccup inside. Plus, it did work in keeping the others in line. He actually respected how protective the dragoness was of Hiccup. At least he didn't have to worry day and night about his son dying anymore.
Toothless wasn't too happy about him bursting in, but it WAS his home. …And he made it VERY clear she WASN'T the head of the house, using the biggest hammer she'd seen in her life. He took things too seriously, she thought. Humans had a penchant about overreacting, a fact known amongst dragons.
"Uh, nope! Try the hall! Goodnight!"
Stoick smiled drunkenly, "You-you are a-a good son… Goodnight." He stormed outside, yelling a battle cry. Toothless followed Hiccup up the stairs and laid on top of his bed. Humans were such an odd race to her, why stay in the hall when his territory was here in his 'house'?
Hiccup slowly gave in to sleep; telling himself his DRAGON did not just kiss him. It didn't happen. He was tired, and the lights were playing tricks on him. Yeah, that made total sense to him…
The entire next week had to be Hel week for Hiccup.
The morning after he dreamed Toothless French kissed him; she was holding him in a protective grip, like the one when they fell from the counter-attack. A WAY too affectionate hug.
Next, she drew (or burned) scrappy made hearts for him, even forcing him to ride her to see them up high. She even brought entire trees for him when Astrid would bring him flowers. Usually he liked Toothless's drawings, but each little heart sign kept making him do fake smiles for her. It was getting out of hand.
Speaking of Astrid, oh Odin help them ALL, if Toothless witnessed them kissing. To some, Toothless became a Ragnarok deliverer if Hiccup made out with Astrid. "Devil" was no longer the word to describe (They got bored of yelling out, "NIGHT FURY!") Toothless anymore... (Actually, she roared loudly and was grumpy for hours unless he spent alone time with her, even adding insult to injury by smirking at Astrid afterwards.)
Astrid wasn't very happy about that. She guessed Toothless was getting over-possessive again and the two went to great lengths to find hiding spots for kissing. Of course, Toothless always found them and dragged Hiccup back to their cove to play. Hiccup (and Astrid) were officially annoyed and disturbed.
Astrid was pretty pissed off. Though she dared to anger a several hundred pound dragon only so far…She did like keeping her arms and legs –intact- after all. Hiccup told her to lay off for a few days, maybe she'd change.
Then the others were going all out with marriage, couple, and love jokes on them. (Toothless made sure they were "properly" taught that was wrong.) Hiccup even noticed how day dreamy Toothless was whenever they flew together, gods knew that whatever she was thinking was disturbing…or worse…
Toothless hugged, licked, nuzzled, and anything else to Hiccup enough for people to start laughing their asses off come Hiccup and Toothless, as he was a dragon 'slayer' after all. He was getting creeped out by the dragon, and the top notch of it all, was when he innocently scratched Toothless and she fell in ecstatic joy—like always—and then pushed her snout between his...
What did Loki use to posses his dragon? He ran over every strand of evidence as to why she did this, why she acted this way to him NOW. He eventually (With Fishleg's help) caught glimpse of a reason. Toothless didn't mate last mating season. (Not that any dragon even had a chance.)
Stupefied, the boy thought of how much time together they spent, how much affection they showed each other, how much jealously and betrayal he saw in her eyes when he, in Toothless's eyes, courted Astrid. He head banged against the wall, why him? Why…
Oh sure, some people get loved by an older woman or an ugly child, but me? I get loved by a not-of-my-species-whatsoever dragon. DAMMIT, THE GODS DESPISE ME!
He wondered what to do. She rejected every male at mating; did she choose him that early? Or was it even earlier than that? He held on to his "overreacting" theory, but Toothless was strongly disproving that.
Argh! Toothless is saying she loves me, as an equal. Dad's right. I need to stop over thinking things before I'm sent off on the loony boat to sea.
Toothless was a scaly, winged, fire-breathing reptile. Maybe, he thought, all Toothless wanted was a Night Fury to mate with. He couldn't do that, (Not alive anyway), but what about Axebeak, Astrid's Nadder?
Hiccup sighed; Axebeak tried already, and he (and the others "suitors") learned that "try, try again" wasn't a Toothless-supported catchphrase. In fact, every male dragon on Berk had attempted to court Toothless (even Terrible Terrors, surprisingly), but she rejected them all with a vengeance.
He forced the idea out of his head, but each day Toothless reinforced the possibility of loving him and he was starting to realize it wasn't just a "you love me because we're buds and equals." Hiccup thanked the gods that all Vikings were as bright to these things as a dank swamp. The gods seemed to adore making him a social pariah, like a Valkyrie bringing a glorified Viking to Valhalla. But like this? Too cruel for even them.
Hiccup could only imagine the consequences of him being loved this way. Sure, Ruff and Tuff; even Snotlout and Fishlegs were okay if they caught on, but Astrid. Oh gods no. What Helheim-on-earth will appear if she heard about this? Or worse, being caught in the act again, like when she saw Toothless the first time?
Astrid's going to tan my hide! Da da da, we're dead again. It's only a matter of time, till everyone notices her ...flirting.
He decided that Toothless probably still had energy left over from not mating, and since he practically spent every moment with her, she confused him for a male suitor. Like all bachelors with a girl-with-crush-on-you, he disguised his growing anxiety to either attempt "letting down easy" or act like nothing was going on.
How do you let a dragon down easily without dying? Ugh...
He reviewed everything that came to mind in the past few weeks, mostly concerning Toothless and possible causes for the love display. Everyone thought he was going introvert again, and were even more social with him at the worst time.
Now. NOW is when they decide to be all buddy with me?
He was currently sitting on a chair next to his desk; madly scribbling down notes, ideas, and theories. He took out a charcoal pencil and grabbed a parchment, writing off numbers to list down his new discoveries.
1. She licks, hugs, growls, and other things at me more. In an interesting/horrifying way.
2. She's started to nip at my shoulders and hisses at dragons who try to court her. I guess they didn't learn their lesson. Dragons and humans are similar yet again. No one ever learns.
3. She keeps me away from Astrid a lot. (As I found out, Toothless rules at hide and seek.)
4. Is a girl. I have nothing to say about that. Except that I never saw it coming.
5. Dad can't ever know this. End of discussion. Unless I want Toothless as a pair of boots.
The brunette frowned; he was going to have to ask Toothless himself. He pushed the stool in, staring at the wooden walls of his room, and put down his list. He walked out through the doorway and called her.
The dragon was eating out of the fish cup in the middle of Berk, and upon hearing her name, cocked her head. Her hatchling called her at the most bothersome times...
Toothless ran up the hill leading to Hiccup's house as fast as she could, bumping into fellow dragons in her crusade. She and Hiccup's eyes met at the doorway, a sense of awkwardness holding still in the air. Hiccup bit his lip, "Hey bud?" Toothless flicked an ear in reply, wondering what he was going to say. Maybe he had fish for her. She was still hungry, and she hoped he'd remembered to take out the eel this time.
"Um...I need to talk with you in private, like the woods or something." Toothless roared questioningly, nudging her head towards the forest.
"Yeah. Can you wait for me there?" She nuzzled his stomach once, giving a look around, and ran into the evergreen forest, keeping a protective eye on him as long as she could.
Hiccup bit his lip again, and ran (As best he could) to the forest. He ran through the back door, tripping over rocks and smacking into low tree branches. Hiccup was well known for being a klutz. All these things were moving by so fast, finding out his dragon was a girl, him dreaming of being kissed, and Toothless showing signs of love. All in all, it was getting to be too much for Hiccup to understand.
He halted and REALLY thought about the problem. The entire time, when he shot down Toothless, when he first touched Toothless, when he first rode Toothless, all those times his dragon had been a female. He gave a few second thoughts, why was he so bothered by this? Toothless loved him, everyone knew that, and all she wanted was to be a little...overboard about it.
He recalled during dragon training, he was SO sure she was a he! No matter how hard he put "girl" in his mind, Toothless didn't seem at all like a girl. Dragon females weren't anything like human females, Snotlout's Nightmare, Firewyrm, taught him that. He pictured a black-haired tomboy instead of the black-scaled Night Fury, it surprised him really. He could perfectly picture the dragoness as a girl...
Ahh...Gods, I don't need that image in my head either. I need to focus. I'm just...I'm just gonna let a dragon down easy. It's Toothless, so I won't get roasted. I hope. Why am I always the one to do these things?
Meanwhile, Toothless was playing with a butterfly, intrigued by the strange, yet beautiful bug. Toothless got bored of waiting for Hiccup, and was intently staring at the red-and-black monarch on her nose, cocking her head at it. She had never seen something like it, was it far away from home?
The monarch tickled her snout, causing her to shake it slowly, but the monarch wouldn't leave. The strangest sensation came over her, she kept inhaling and inhaling until she sneezed. Blue fire hit the ground, barely incinerating the monarch. It's cute to her, but too troublesome.
She crooned sadly, it was flying away, reminding her that she couldn't chase it. She missed -truly, truly, missed- flying at her leisure, but she was used to it. Her tail-fin wouldn't grow back and she had Hiccup to navigate. Hiccup...She raised her ears, it shouldn't be taking so long for him to walk there.
It popped into her mind that Hiccup had a prosthetic now, the only part of Hiccup she didn't save whilst they fell. She almost lost him, the first Viking to ever not kill a dragon. Moving into a crescent, she laid down, trying to keep the thoughts of losing her -Kevvar- Hiccup out of her mind. A dragon attack, other humans attacking, and environmental diseases like yellow fever and infection, She would even protect him from his emotional teenage drama and one thing bothered her, the one thing EVERY dragon knew was not to be spoken of when she was in earshot, especially in her presence.
Hiccup would die of old age, not even a century old.
She spent every moment with Hiccup whenever that thought came to her, no matter what Hiccup was doing, she would run to him and lick him all over. Her Hiccup was still there, still gentle, still alive. That alone struck a bigger blow to her heart than if she were to lose her wings, because, when he died, she'd lose her wings and the best friend a dragon ever had. No one could ride her unless Hiccup was on, her rule.
She saw the retreating butterfly; it too would die long before it would explore the entirety of the blue sky. She covered her face with her tail, thinking back to the recent surge of affection. Truthfully, the dragoness would admit, there were leftover hormones from mating season that gave her the edge to be so overly loving, but natural instincts ended there. Besides, all the overkill love would go back to normal in a few days anyway.
There was nothing to gain from wanting Hiccup as a mate; in fact, she was depriving her species of possible offspring. Except, she wasn't able to her by herself anymore so really, she wasn't a very suitable mate for any other Night Furies.
Soft and clanking footfalls told her he was getting near. She moved and sat upright, using her tail as a cushion. She didn't think about his inevitable death whilst she lived on, or that in a mating sense their love was unsuitable.
Nowadays, she just thought about the daily things, and most of all, Hiccup. HER Hiccup.
Hiccup tripped again, thanks to his very "useful" prosthetic. He sighed miserably; he didn't want to hurt the Night Fury's feelings, but letting all the affection continue would eventually lead to the other Vikings to realize Toothless wasn't being "over the top," and they'd both be social pariahs.
Hiccup was pretty sure his dragoness and himself had enough problems without...all this.
He squinted through the tall forest undergrowth and saw his dragon waiting patiently (Which REALLY surprised him) for Hiccup to come. At that moment, Hiccup really saw Toothless, no, the Night Fury.
Toothless the Night Fury. The so-called unholy offspring of lightning, thunder and death. He was friends (maybe even more so in the dragon's eyes) with a dragon. Hiccup stared intently at Toothless's form, so strong, so black-scaled and majestic, and so terrifying to its enemies. It shows itself as a threat, still, to anyone who even half-glares at the of those people walked away with incinerated beards.
It still surprised him that his Night Fury turned out to be a female. His Toothless was a girl.
Everyone who asked him before whether Toothless was a boy or not was answered with a little shrug. No one really questioned it, as most Vikings thought it was impossible to tell, and generally relied on Hiccup to tell the difference, in which he did exceedingly well on the most part. Most dragons had no way of identification until mating season came around (Where many happy Vikings found out their "Spike Killer" was really a "Spike killer -ESS.") considering they kept their privates on the inside most of the time. A tiny mistake.
Only days after knowing -courtesy of Ruff and Astrid- he was a she, Toothless began turning all...lovey-dovey towards him, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be loved this way by her, but he also didn't want to hurt Toothless's feelings. A terrible conundrum that Hiccup was paradox-ed in.
After a few more minutes of internal debate, he begrudgingly crawled up and walked as quietly as possible to her. Toothless heard his sad attempt of sneaking up on her, and pounced on him, licking him all over, then pausing for Hiccup to get a word in advance.
At least Toothless was a girl, Hiccup mentally sighed, that would either make rejection harder or less agonizing to either of them. He motioned Toothless to move and she complied. The dragon was supposed to be wild and fierce, and she listened to an indirect order. He was guilty for taking away her flight, guilty for making her have such a skinny weakling as an owner, making her a pet and having right now, to for once, reject her admiration.
"Toothless," he said in a strong, authoritative voice, much like his father's, confusing Toothless. Holding her thick neck, he rose slowly, breathing nervously. Toothless understandably tensed, Hiccup was troubled by something. She narrowed her eyes, cautiously glancing to the side.
Hiccup caught on, "No bud, nothing's here to hurt me." Hiccup bit his lip, barely forcing himself not to say, but I might hurt you though.
She relaxed; wariness locked in her eyes. Hiccup patted her on the head, and she cocked her head, mystified. He blinked at the very intelligent, human-like dragon, both curious and interested at what he had to say. Giving it a last thought, Toothless never showed any signs of love before, and maybe, he over-thought it. The dragon's eyes looked more curious or concerned than they did lusting, or vulgar.
He let off a few chuckles, he had been so resolved to find out if a Night Fury loved him! It was actually humorous how worried he was a second ago, and hugged her neck tightly, silently apologizing.
The Night Fury crooned questioningly but laid down again bobbing her head between Hiccup and herself to rest with her. He half-pouted, but laid down with his dragon. After all, when he and Astrid had children, they wouldn't have too many moments like this anymore. The dragon held him in her forearms, lying sideways as Hiccup reached up and happily rubbed Toothless under the chin.
Honestly; the more he thought about, it was silly, there were things one did with dragons, and things one did with human girls. The dragon rested her head on his, and he rested against the dragon's paws.
"Take a nap here? If we must," he tiredly mentioned, his voice ending in a loud yawn. The dragon crooned softly, purring quieter and softer until he was sure Toothless was sleeping. The Viking boy laughed softly, the dragon had a habit of smiling and holding her paws out (in a wolf-like way) in her sleep, dreaming whatever it was that Night Furies like her dreamed about. He turned his back, facing the dragon's chest, hugging her and hearing her loud, steady heartbeats like a soothing song, then gave way to sleep as well.
The sun set in the forest clearing they had settled in for a quick nap, trees surrounding them in a circle, when Hiccup felt Toothless nudge him awake. Toothless raised him up with her paw, sensing that his sire would make her sleep outside again if the boy was not returned. Hiccup winced, and chapped his lips.
He looked at the dragon's adoring toxic-green eyes, and remembered his earlier torrent of questions. Scratching her with his arms, Hiccup had to ask her, had to put down his doubts. He stopped abruptly, she huffed in annoyance and he spoke the question as slowly and clearly as possible, "Toothless?"
Dragon ears flicked in mystery, her hatchling acted so strange today, he didn't invite her to sleep in the woods oft...wait...her hatchling never offered a nap in the forest...
In his defense, Hiccup wanted to be very extra sure he got it right this time. "You ARE a girl, right?" It bothered him too; his dad told him that the only time he ever saw a dragon's external sense of sexual difference was when they were ready to make eggs, or to impose on a mate. (Hiccup didn't ask why his dad knew that.) The dragon nodded, wondering why he asked that still, didn't they already get passed that?
"Er...I'm sorry about...you know, invading your...'sacred area' Tooth..." Toothless roared quietly, she already forgave him; besides, she would've done something similar to teach her hatchling the truth.
"Would you believe me if I said I almost fainted when I...learned that?" He hesitantly drew out the slew of questions that bothered him, like a person eating loads of appetizers before the main course.
Toothless crooned in affirmation, "It's not a third-degree, but I need to ask some important things Tooth. They've been bothering my mind way too much." The boy wanted to put his worries on a boat and set it aflame, and forget them altogether. It was a Viking thing.
The Night Fury bumped her head softly against Hiccup's, their eyes centimeters apart. "Aah...too close." Hiccup held her head back, uncomfortable in the trance she had heldover him.
She snuggled him close, slithering around and around his body like a coiling snake, purring like a cat. Hiccup shifted, all his concerns would be answered with this single question. Was Toothless in love with him, like he originally thought? Or was he taking reality out of hand, and Toothless was showing him how much of a friend and equal he was to her? They were friends and equivalents; he knew that was no lie.
For once, he internally asked, should he ignore his unease and curiosity? No. Either way, if it was true, if he treated it like a lie and lived out his days ignoring it, someone was bound to catch on. And anyways, he wouldn't be Hiccup if his curiosity didn't overpower him, right?
Were the Night Fury's new friendship methods as wrong and frankly vulgar as he could promise? Toothless's drawings, licks, and roars a little TOO adoring? He only knew Toothless for a year anyway, he knew Astrid for his entire life, and surely the dragon wasn't that quick to love. Then again, each and every day, he (and everyone else) looked at Toothless and wondered how a disabled, dysfunctional, weak, idiotic, stubborn, foolhardy, and emotionally unstable boy like him had the most majestic, regal, awe-inspiring, beautiful dragon on Berk.
He backed a foot away, the gazing eyes of his dragon boring right through him, her face plastered with a cheeky closed-mouth grin. Both were intent on hearing the other respond for entirely differing reasons.
Using up every ounce of meager courage he had, Hiccup asked quietly, "Toothless, do you...um, love me?"
Toothless's eyes dilated more than he ever saw at that. The dragon sat on her haunches, and her arms reached out and snuggled him close to her. An obvious yes, but he needed to distinguish between friendly appreciation and flirtatious advances.
It's not everyday your former enemy decides to love you, nooo it's perfectly normal. I always dreamed of dragon chicks giving themselves to me, the fact it's creepy has nothing to do with that at all.
Of course the dragoness did. As long a she could remember, Hiccup always came back for her, when he should've left her, or when she could've eaten him. He was the only being to ever gain her trust, her undying affection. She still remembered how she had never been so happy when she saw her hatchling's eyes open again. It struck her that humans had another saying, one that applied to her recent mind battle. She was only alive because she fell in love with her enemy, now her best friend and companion. Toothless longed for Hiccup, seriously irritated that play time was being wasted for this.
Friendship is a two-way street.
She depended on him to fly, he depended on her to walk. More so, she respected and cherished the malnourished boy like he was her own fledgling. It didn't make a lot of sense to her at first, but she knew that meant two friends who relied and protected each other. Mess with him; mess with her.
Sweating profusely, Hiccup, as slowly as possible, asked again, "Do you, a dragon, bud, love me?" He got an annoyed huff in return as well as Toothless getting on all fours to continue gazing at him.
The dragon darted her eyes about, cocking her head to the side, making a question out of a loud gurgle.
Hiccup pouted, well there went the straight approach. Time for the stressed out sarcasm, "what do I mean? Ugh. Err...like when two people love each other and they get married..." She still didn't know what "marriage" was, and pinned it as another stupid and useless custom that she didn't get.
"Oh Asgard's shield, forget this. Love. Like a Dr-a-gon mate? Two people, madly in love? Kissy love?" Hiccup's actions were hysterical to the dragon, using his arms to charade every word he spoke.
After an inner contemplation, the dragon crooned affirmatively. She thought she must have misunderstood his invitation as an attempt to court or serenade her. She dragged her tongue across Hiccup's face in an upward motion, forcing his hair to stick up.
Hiccup's mind imploded, trying to comprehend what his dragon just confirmed to him. It didn't make any sense to him, why him? ODIN, WHY HIM? He didn't move a muscle, and prepared to ask the question for a fourth time when Toothless started to...move about him.
The dragon started slithering around the boy like a snake, gently caressing his skin with her hard scales, occasionally licking the boy in odd, random places. Her eyes were glued on his closed ones, as the nightmare/dream continued. Hiccup was in absolute shock, if he could speak, he would've proposed the dragon was flirting with him! He felt like a mirror that was cracking up, tiny crystalline pieces falling out, but the dragon remained oblivious to the boy's growing horror and level of disturbed.
He gulped, wondering if he should say anything, or to let her be, and try to be in his happy place until it was over. Every little lick, rub, growl, and playful nip made his skin crawl on end, there wasn't anything out there to interrupt Toothless this time, unless a miracle happened.
The sun was still setting in the little forest clearing they were in, and no doubt there would be a search party were he not back by nightfall. Much to his chagrin, search parties were woefully slow at finding lost Vikings, and it would probably end up as the other guys in their "Dragon Trainers" group finding him.
Although he was indebted to the gods for clothing at the time, he definitely didn't want to be found or seen like this. His boots shook as he trembled against the dragon's courting, wishing he had stayed asleep on the tall forest grass with Toothless. Too many people he knew didn't need to witness this, not (him) now, not ever. Realizing something needed to happen for it to stop, Hiccup tried action.
Sadly for Hiccup, Toothless mistook Hiccup's shaking in horror as a sign to go higher in courting rituals and stopped slithering at once. Hiccup opened his mouth to speak defiance to the flirting, but his dragon was faster. She squeezed him up close, jabbing her forked tongue into his mouth again, savoring its flavor.
Hiccup managed to hold his arms up as Toothless had him in a death grip, failing miserably to speak over the intrusion of his mouth. Hiccup flailed his arms around, pitifully attempting to push the dragon back to no avail.
As Toothless released Hiccup to catch her breath, a loud plop sound came as she exited his mouth. With newfound freedom, the 'abused' Viking had half a mind to scold Toothless and even less a mind to be angry.
As he ventured away from Toothless's grasp, his flailing arms connected to her face, smacking her between the eyes on her head hard. Almost instantaneously, Toothless let the boy go, a soft thump leaving an imprint on the grass as he fell on his butt, huffing and wheezing in disbelief, shock, and traumatized.
Hiccup shook violently, head cast down as he felt a weird anger overcome him. Hiccup in quiet, annoyed words spoke, "Toothless! What? What in Baldur was that? You can't do those kinds of things!" Hiccup closed his lips together, anger evident on his expression as he listened to tiny, sad roars, sounding very much in pain.
"T-tooth?" he stammered, as he stared up at Toothless, and his anger melted away like iron in the forge. Hiccup winced at her eye's expression, feeling more awful by the second as the she-dragon laid down again, her head resting in her fronts paws, toxic-green eyes reflecting themselves at him.
The Night Fury's black pupils were overflowing with hurt and confusement, her expression wholly distraught and cowed, sadly gazing at Hiccup wanting to know why he hurt her.
Twiddling his thumbs, Hiccup sighed weakly, "Toothless…I…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to do that, you know I'd never hurt you, that was a little mistake, honest, please don't be mad…" Hiccup spoke quickly, noticing Toothless face away from him, covering herself with her wings and tail hiding her face from view.
Hiccup never really hurt the creature in any way before, the closest he ever got to intentionally 'hurting' her was by playfully flicking her snout, and usually the dragon laughed, but all he had in return for that slap was a miserable dragon and a guilty conscience.
Hiccup sat criss-cross in front of Toothless's covered face, their breathing going back to normal as he tried to summon up an explanation after the sudden failed courting the dragon tried for him. He reached out and moved Toothless's tail, taking extra precautions to not be swift or to pull the tail. He laid belly down, taking a good look at Toothless's heartbroken face. Said dragon was making sad growling noises, refusing to stare back at Hiccup, and drawing misshapen hearts in the dirt with her claws.
A bird chirped in one of the trees and momentarily, Toothless stole a look up at the bird while Hiccup grabbed her salamander-like head, feeling the dragon's heavy head as it slumped into his arms. The rest of the creature's body followed suit, pointing directly at Hiccup, her body rising and falling with each breath either of them made.
Holding Toothless's head was somewhat challenging, considering her head along was bigger than Hiccup's entire chest area. Eventually the chirping bird and sun left them, leaving an awkward silence between the two, neither knowing what to say or do next.
Under the rising moon, Hiccup could still see Toothless's form, her head staring at him with heartbroken eyes. He felt really bad about not only hurting his friend physically, but now he had to do it emotionally.
The toxic-green eyes met forest-emerald green eyes, with only a single question in mind. Why?
He scratched underneath the dragon's chin, eliciting no visible response as he said what came to his mind for an answer. "I would never hurt you, Toothless. I'm sorry about that, really, really, sorry."
The dragon seemed content with that answer but still showed no signs of feeling any better, Hiccup drew in as big a gasp as most people only did on breath-holding contests. "Look bud. What I'm gonna say is probably gonna -will- make you feel bad. I don't really know what else to say, Toothless…"
Toothless desperately wished to go hide in a rock somewhere, but she still couldn't fight Hiccup. She subconsciously knew what he would say next, but she wished he wouldn't. Her heart felt broken enough.
In all the time they spent together, Hiccup never used force to make her stop. It was common knowledge that sort of action would get you eaten by a dragon, but she was maybe more incredulous that he did it.
The cage her heart felt like it was in, whenever she even thought about the boy, was crushing in on itself, like it was slowly dying off, knowing her feelings weren't returned by her opposite. She would've rather clawed her ears off than to hear one of the only few words she never wanted him to speak.
"I don't love you that way girl… It's not like I don't like you, I love you, but…not like that." Both of them died a little on the inside from hearing and saying the forbidden words.
"I know you're a girl now, but you're also a dragon. And I'm a human, a Viking. We mate Toothless, (sometimes in ways that are weird to you) and you, a dragon, mate with your own species. You dragon, me human." Toothless moaned unhappily, her heart feeling like parchment in a fireplace.
"Even if you're a girl, you're still…not a human. I didn't pay much attention in 'biology' but we -I think- stay in our respective species bud." But she couldn't mate with anyone. She could not fly without him, and since flight was usually important in dragon mating, she couldn't mate even if she did find a Night Fury.
Toothless gurgled sadly as he kept going, "Humans and humans go together. Dragons..." He stared at her. "...And dragons go together. Not in-between… Do you…get it?" He basically whispered the last question in so low a voice, only a dragon's superior hearing could listen in, and they did.
Hiccup now felt the most deafening silence ever in their friendship. Even though it was early night in the forest, there was no wind in the trees, grass, or shrubs, leaving only an eerie quiet in the clearing.
He wanted anything to happen, an arm being bitten off, getting roasted, axes flying from being found, but there was nothing. Time seemed to just disappear, the only real sense of any actions being the two's slow and steady breathing forms. It was completely unbearable in how desolate the sounds were.
Toothless remained stoic, like her heart figuratively froze the moment Hiccup openly (and insensitively) admitted to not loving her that way. She had a sense of emptiness fill her, and she didn't like it at all.
Hoping to break the lasting quiet, Hiccup went back to a sitting position, interrupting it with a wheeze. "A-and besides Tooth, if anyone knew; they'd kill you. Dad isn't exactly the understanding type like me… I'd…be fine, but I don't want to see you get hurt because of me again…"
The creature stood up on all fours, facing away from him. "And anyways girl, what about Astrid? I mean, I love Astrid bud. I love you a whole lot, but…" Hiccup led off into into mumbles after that. THAT got her attention. He heard an angry growl at Astrid's name, instantly silenced at the word 'love'.
That definitely struck a nerve in the dragon, feeling all the empty misery disappear in a flash, and replaced with hating envy for Astrid Hofferson. The dragon had distant thunder in her eyes, ready to hit whatever was in her way. Hiccup raised himself up, almost tripping over his prosthetic and guessing that wasn't the right thing to say to the Night Fury. Especially to a creature with 'fury' in its name. Hiccup loved Astrid more than her, boohoo.
Fangs bared, claws unsheathed, and hissing up a storm, Toothless felt pissed off. Toothless tried walking to the village to give Astrid a good lesson on who rightly owned Hiccup, but was 'stopped' by a hand grabbing her tail. She frowned, turning around to growl at Hiccup to let go,and swung her tail around, but Hiccup refused to let were always persistent bastards, those Haddocks.
Frustrated, Hiccup yelled, "Ann-nd whee-ere doo-oo yoo-uuu thi-nnkk you're-ee goin-nggg?" Toothless smacked her tail at the ground, effectively forcing him to let go, but Hiccup still ran in front of her. "Toothless… Let's take a minute to think before we do anything wrong…" She snorted, pushing him out of the way but he pulled back on Toothless's neck, slightly jerking her backwards as she roared madly for him to let off.
Were it anyone but him, they would've realized that refusing to obey an angered dragon wasn't the smartest thing to do. Then again, it was Hiccup, and Hiccup was a Viking, and not the brightest in situations.
Toothless pushed him away with her fore-paw, her deadly sharp claws connecting with Hiccup's fragile arm, leaving four bloody claw marks up his hand to his shoulder. Hiccup cried out in gasps of pain, and in a flash Toothless turned and watched in horror as Hiccup clutched his left arm, which had been bleeding down into the dewdrops of the grass.
If being denied earlier made her sad, this traumatized her for life. Toothless's jaw dropped open as Hiccup swung his arm in futility to lessen the blood, and a few blood drops land on her face.
The Night Fury gasped, Hiccup was hurt. Hiccup was hurt because of her, not from another, her. She had clawed him. Toothless backed away in shock, her body threatening to drop every one of the midnight-black scales from quivering and trembling in hysteria and hollowing guilt.
Toothless was racked with fear, how did it happen? She wouldn't hurt Hiccup; she swore to never do it. She didn't mean to do it, she was a little angry and…and…She'd never hurt…
Toothless tried looking into Hiccup's eyes, which were face down, still clutching his arm, gasping in pain (Sending waves of guilt through her). His fear-filled eyes haunted her. Emptied her.
She only wanted him to let go, her persistent, precious human… She froze on the spot, Hiccup was crying. Hiccup was scared and crying because of her. If she was a tiny hand-mirror that broke, then the entire world felt like a window that smashed to pieces now.
But she harmed her human rider. She harmed her innocent, sarcastic, Kevvar. The dragon didn't think she deserved either of her names. The dragon took one step back before running deep into the forest, not wanting to be a danger to her human right then. Why did she just have to be so furious at everyone?
Hiccup raised his head and yelled at Toothless to come back, but the dragon didn't heed his call. He plopped down on the grass, tears staining his vest as the boy alerted himself that he did this. He wished he just humored the dragon, and played her strange little love game.
The more Hiccup thought about the turn of events, the guiltier he looked at where Toothless ran off, thinking back to all the fun times they spent together.
Great. This is wonderful. love it. And I thought near-death experiences brought out memories.
Hiccup was perplexed at what next to do. By now his father would've sent someone out to look for him, and he was bleeding with claw marks and Toothless was nowhere to be found. Either he find Toothless first and beg for apology, or explain to everyone why he was bleeding. Angry dragon, or his dad.
Well, better go find that overgrown lizard cat. Well, I did say it'd be a long night, but…like this?
The long night wasn't over yet, and to Hiccup, he knew a very simple explanation could cost the entire village its lives…again. Well, hero or not, he was apparently still a social pariah.
A/N: Poor Toothless, although they say the more you love a character, the more they're tortured in stories. (Damn this chapter was long…) As always, rate and review! (Also, in your opinion am I doing Hiccup's dry humor and sarcasm right?) This story underwent three different versions before this, the first was a mess, the second was destroyed in a blackout, and the third just didn't sound like the characters. (All that in 1½ months)
