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Chapter 6: Forbidden Friendship

After wandering around the cove for a while, I find a second entrance. I walk forward through it, looking at the narrow ending, the shield should fit.

I reach the end and chewing on my inner lip, toss the fish over the shield. It lands with a splat and I watch I for a second. Honestly, I sort of expect the Night Fury to leap at it, snatch it, then gobble it up. It doesn't.

Grinding my teeth is frustration, I walk forward, only to ram my chest into the shield a few seconds later. I pull back and rub my chest, a soft hiss escaping my lips. I duck under the ice and glance at it angrily. Fine you can stay put as long as you want, I'm not going to touch you. Ha.

I grab the cod from off the ground, for once glad I wear gloves constantly. Touching a dead fish is not on my to-do list today.

I scan my surroundings, no dragon. I take a hesitate step forward. When nothing leaps out and tackles me, I take another. Where is it? Did it finally manage to escape? If so, way to go Iyn, you carried a dead fish through the forest, for nothing!

Sudden movement catches my eye and I jump slightly turning to watch as the Night Fury climbs off a rock it had been crouched on.

I take in a sharp breath as it reaches the ground looking ready to attack at any given moment. Its toxic green eyes stare at the fish longingly and I lift it out, here take it, I assure you, you want it more than I do.

The Night Fury opens its mouth moving forward, as if sensing something it draws away abruptly, growling lowly. My breath hitches in fear and I slowly pull back my vest to reveal the dagger, tucked on my belt. The dragon eyes it and I lower my hand my fingers barely brushing it. The dragon hisses and I freeze. Breathe, breathe, breathe...

I grasp the hilt of the weapon with two fingers and pull it out. The dragon watches my moments unblinking. I lift the dagger away from me and drop it on the ground, blade first. The dragon shifts its head, more it seems to say. I kick the dagger onto my boot and balance it on the tip slightly impressed with myself before I kick it into the pond. It lands with a splash.

The dragon relaxes and sits back, it's pupils widening as it flicks an ear innocently. Um, okay. I lift out my gloved hand again, the fish on the end. The dragon moves forward and opens its mouth, I stare at the gums in confusion, "Huh, toothless. I could have sword you had-" teeth retract and rip the fish from my hands eating it in two bites, "Teeth." I finish my voice quiet.

The dragons head turns to look af me before moving forward. "Uh, no, no, no, I-I dont-" I slip landing on my back but back up my hands hitting a rock. "-have any more." The Night Fury's head is less than two feet away now, and irs eyes roll back throat making a weird nose.

Thnnk thnnk, oh Great Odins ghost I've killed it! What if irs allergic to fish, what if- a very salvia coated half of a dead fish lands in my thoughts breaking me from my thoughts. "Ew," I say. The dragon sits back on its tail mimicking my position. I sit up straighter and take the fish into my hands, I purse my lips. Alright, now what?

As if reading my thoughts, the dragon looks down at my lap. I follow its gaze, getting the hint. It wants me to eat the fish.

The gross, raw, saliva covered, half of a dead fish!

I sigh, but, not wanting to break what I already have with this dragon I lift the cod reluctantly to my lips. Just bite it Iyn! I force a bite, it tastes like the smell of my dads boots on boot day, mud, oddly enough chicken, and raw fish. "Mhmm." I lie and lift up the rest, "Mph ghp." I add. Oh, please just take it!

The Night Fury swallows.

My hands fall into my lap. Really?

I swallow, but the fish refuses to go down, forcing harder and ignoring my gag reflex, the cod successfully makes it to my stomach. How long its going to stay there, that's anyone's guess. I shiver and look up at the dragon offering a weak smile. The dragon's eyes narrow before its lips turn in and its face forms a smile. Whoa.

I set the fish to the side the sudden need to touch it feeling me. I lift up a hand, receiving a low growl. The dragon spins around and glides away from me.

Well, this is going to be interesting if you think I'm gonna give up. I direct the thoughts to the Night Fury, even though I know we dont have telepathy.

I stand and walk over to where the dragon has made a ring of fire and is laying in it. The dragon follows two birds with its head before it sees me. Groaning in annoyance it shifts irs body so it doesn't have to look at me, lifting its tailfin in front of its face. I, sitting cross-legged across from it slowly shift reaching out my hand.

I stop as it lifts up its tailfin giving me an annoyed look. I jump to my feet, walking away guiltily not looking back. When I reach next to the pond I take a chance and look up seeing it climb a tree.

I look down at the ground and pluck a rock from the dirt. I hold it in my hand for a few seconds before I raise my hand, muscles tensing before I release the rock sailing through the air and hitting the pond with a plop.

Smirking softly I lift up my hands staring at my fingers. It's a curse. A voice says in the back of my head. Yet, even for those brief seconds I'd used it to make the shield, it had been relieving. I clench my jaw and grab the faded blue fabric of tue glove ripping it off my hand and tossing it, repeating the process with my other. I'm so pale.

I lift up my hand and watch a small flurry of snowflakes fly from my finger tips. My thoughts clear, the tension of my chest easing. I lift up my other hand and let it go.

A small laugh escapes my lips and I pause, I really dont think I've ever heard myself laugh before. Smiling softly, I begin to draw things on the ground with ice. After a while it turns into the Night Fury.
Smiling softly I raise my left hand again and begin to trace shapes on the ground. After a while the shapes turn into the Night Fury, I form the ears and then I feel hot breath on my neck. I tense and the heat sends tingles of pain down my neck. I look through the corner of my eye as the Night Fury lets out a purr and it's head follows my hand. The dragon walks away and rips a sapling out of the ground.

I watch with a faded smile on my face as the dragon shoves the dirt into the ground and begins to draw. It goes behind me and then smacks me on the head with the branches. It stops shortly after that and tosses the tree to the side before nodding it's head in approval. I shift my head to see every angle of the drawing. Its just scribbles but to me, its better than anything I had ever seen drawn before. I walk forward trying to get to the outside edges when a low growl stops me mid step I tense and my hands shoot to my chest. I look at the dragon and then down and see I have stepped onto one of it's lines.

I lift my foot and the dragon stops growling and purrs. I look at the drawing again and put my foot down. The dragon growls.

Foot up, purr

Foot down, growl.

When it looks angry enough to jump on me or about two steps later I step over the drawing. I look back at it and it cocks its head to the side with silent approval. I give it a small smiles and with balance I didn't know I possessed I stretch out my arms as if to fly and step over the lines.

Line after line, I spin in circle but my eyes never leave the ground, I spun until I felt hot breath on my neck and cringe as it sent small twists of pain down my neck. I stop and slowly turn to see the Night Fury standing there.

I start to reach out my hand again staring at it but the dragon growls uneasily. I stop and look away and outstretch my hand but this time, I let it decide whether it wants to touch me or not.

To trust me.

I feel its nose touch my palm I let out a breath of relief and stare at the dragon. It stare at me and I see that I had created a small frost pattern on it's nose. I look at the dragon and it's shakes it's head and the snowflakes fall of and it jumps away from me.

I pull back my hand and watch as it glides away. A flightless dragon. I sigh and pick up my gloves and walk away but turn to look at it-no him. I correct myself, him. I reach the shield and sneak one last glance at him and whisper, "See you tomorrow, Toothless."