Disneyanimationfan: yeah, I forgot to incorporate that part XD. I was too excited to get to the fish I guess haha. Whoops

In other news, this is officially my longest fic, and theres still a heck of a lot left!

Enjoy the rest of Forbidden Friendship :D


Entry 68

Well, something else happened. And… I have no words to describe how I feel.

Hours had passed. I had moved from watching Toothless, and was sitting by the lake. Not wanting to use my sketchbook, I had picked up a stick and was drawing Toothless' head in the dirt, when I felt a presence come up beside me. I glanced over, startled to see him sitting right there, watching me draw. A little nervously, I continued my picture, etching the last couple lines. Then, Toothless got up, heading over to the edge of the Cove. I watched as he tore a small tree out of the ground and bounded back toward me. I tensed, unsure of what he was doing… only for him to begin dragging the wood across the ground. And I realized… he was drawing. He had seen what I was doing, and wanted to do it too.

Of course, the "picture" was just a mess of lines. But something tells me he was trying to draw ME, just as I had been drawing him. Maybe it was the way he kept pausing to look at me, or the way he looked so proud of the finished work, but I'm almost positive that's what was going on. I got up, looking in awe at the almost human creation, when I stepped onto one of the lines. Toothless growled, and I lifted my foot, getting him to purr. Unsure if I was really witnessing this, I stepped on it a couple more times, and each time, he growled at me. It's incredible, the level of intelligence I was seeing… So, I started weaving my way through the "artwork", being careful not to step on any more lines. And, without even realizing it, suddenly, I was right beside him. He snorted, ruffling my hair, and I turned to look at him.

As I was there, looking into a Night Fury's eyes, closer than any human ever had before, I reached out my hand. He growled a little, pulling his head back and narrowing his eyes, but after a moment, he gave me another glance. I can't explain what made me do what I did next.

Despite everything I'd grown up hearing, all the tales of death and mauling and losing limbs, I turned away. Hand raised, arm outstretched, head facing away… and just waited. I knew he could have killed me. I knew he could have bitten my hand off. I knew he could have burned me to a crisp. But still, I just waited.

And, after a moment… I felt his nose against my palm.

Something has changed. I felt it immediately, as a wave of disbelief, relief, awe, and wonder (all at once) came crashing over me. He held his nose against my hand for a couple seconds, before pulling away. I glanced back, in time to see his pupils narrow, and him to rush away, leaving me by the lake and our drawings.

I just can't fathom it all. A sign of pure trust, acceptance of the very person who shot him down… what do I do now?

He's still hurt, somewhere, because he still keeps falling when he flies. I wish I knew where, so I could do something to help him heal quicker. Maybe, now that he seems to trust me, I can get a closer look at him, figure out just what's wrong. But for now… I'm just going over today's events in my mind, and I can't even begin to think about anything else.

I'm going to come back tomorrow, before my non-skippable dinner with everyone. I think I've crossed a threshold here, and I just want to know more.

What exactly has caused this? I thought I hated dragons… why am I so intrigued to learn about them now? They killed my mother… how can I even LOOK at them? Yet somehow… I've accumulated a sort of respect. More than that, really… almost a… fondness.

I really am a disappointment, aren't I?

Until next time…

-H