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This is a Short chapter, so I'm uploading it before the weekend
Chapter 3
Alright, this was it. Based on my observations, Toothless seemed to show up every four days, and this time? This time I would be ready for him.
I snuck away from the other kids (which, seeing as they didn't want me there in the first place, was pretty easy), then found myself a nice clearing and waited. If Toothless could find me in the middle of the forest, he should have no trouble finding me here.
"Where are you?" I said into the wind. It answered by tickling my face.
Then, the wind seemed to pick up by the tree to my right. The leaves rustled violently, and the tops bent over a little. I stood up, knowing that it had nothing to do with the air, but rather a very fast dragon racing by them.
"Come on . . ."
Toothless slammed down in front of me.
". . . found you."
Just like last time, he started to growl. He had his wings held up in that arch where they weren't really open, but weren't really closed either. Unlike last time, I wasn't scared. Not that much. Seriously. Not at all.
Okay, yeah, maybe I was freaked out a little.
"Okay, so you're just here for food, right?" I asked, standing my ground as Toothless slithered closer to me. "And I seem to recall that you enjoy fish."
I slid out a fish from underneath my vest. Toothless immediately stopped growling. The flaps on his head went straight up, kind of like a dog's ears when it heard something.
I think I understood. All those times Toothless had growled at me before, it wasn't because he was mad at me; he was just smart enough to notice that when he growled, I usually threw food at him. It still didn't explain why he had vomited on me last time, but it was a start.
Toothless lunged, and I barely pulled the fish – and my hand – out of the way.
"Whoa!" I held my free hand right in front of Toothless's face. "I'm not going to just give it to you."
Toothless growled and tried to get around my arm.
"Uh, no. You're going to have to work for it. See this?" I pulled a fruit out of my pocket and bounced it on my palm. "This is something I like to eat, and –"
And he was gone. I guess he got bored.
I tossed the fruit away. That sure went well.
I'd just reached the edge of the clearing when Toothless returned.
"Oh, you're back, and what . . . what are you doing?"
Hindquarters wiggling, Toothless had crawled until he was right in front of me. He kept switching between staring at me, and at my vest. Uncertainly, I held my hand out. My fingers curled open –
And Toothless spat up a fruit – the exact same kind I had shown him – into my palm.
I couldn't believe it. Toothless had understood me. Easily, too! Now, he sat back on his hind legs again, waiting.
He smacked his lips.
"Oh, right!" I hurriedly held out the fish as far away from my body as I could manage. His toothless maw creaked open.
Then, teeth slid out from the gums into place, and he snatched the fish out of my hands.
Guess he did have teeth after all.
In my opinion, the way Toothless swallowed, closed his eyes in bliss, and licked his lips again was exaggerated. One eye opened, finding my face quickly. Then the second opened, too, and Toothless patiently sat on all fours. Before I could say anything, he hacked up another fruit.
"Sorry, bud, I only had one." I rubbed the back of my neck, unfortunately with the same hand I had used to receive the fruit. Which meant I now had a slobbery layer of dragon spit on my neck. Great.
Apparently, Toothless didn't believe me. He sniffed me, then forced his head between my vest and shirt. Finally, once he had determined that there was nowhere I could be hiding food, he groaned and walked away.
Yep, that was Toothless all right: losing interest the second I didn't have anything to give him.
He coughed up another six or seven fruit onto the ground, shaking himself afterwards with a shudder.
"You don't like them, do you?" I asked. Toothless had no idea what I was saying, so he just started to lick his paw. Seeing that, I figured he wouldn't mind if I took them . . .
Nope, never mind. The moment I had reached for one, Toothless had put his foot down (literally and figuratively). He didn't want them, but he wasn't about to let me grab one without giving him a fish.
"You know," I said, "I could always just come back later. Even the great Night Fury can't spend all his time guarding a pile of fruit . . . and you don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?"
Toothless yawned. He curled up around the fruit and laid down, his tail separating me from his head.
It was the first time I had gotten a good look at his tail. There were two sets of fins: one at the base of the tail, and one right below where the webbing of the wings attached to his body. Curious, I reached out to touch it. It was smoother than I thought –
Black spots danced in front of my eye.
My entire face felt raw, like someone had dumped painfully cold water on it. There was a sharp pang in the back of my head, too, which throbbed to the same rhythm as my heartbeat. At least my limbs seemed to be working.
I had no idea what had happened, not until I noticed that while, before, I had been right next to Toothless, now I was halfway across the clearing. That and Toothless looked mad.
"Sorry, sorry! Got it, no touching. Won't do it again! Promise."
Toothless cleared about half the distance between us, then huffed and stopped. We held our position for a few seconds more, then he suddenly hopped back, and landed right on the fruit. As I watched, he stomped them to a pulp, then gave me a smug look.
"Was that really necessary?"
Toothless made this weird sound that was a cross between coughing and laughing. Then he flew off.
I rolled my eyes.
What a drama queen.
Review Responses:
Guest who is really icephoenix: Aw, hope you get a new laptop soon. And Toothless might not have attacked Hiccup last chapter, but does slapping him with his tail here count as an attack?
