Disclaimer: I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. I haven't owned it before, and I won't own it in the future. All rights go to the author of the books, Cressida Cowell and the company that made the much-loved films and series, Dreamworks.
Hiccup was messing with his hair. It never seemed to be going in the direction he wanted it to, instead sitting in the same place it always did, taunting him. It wasn't long enough to braid, but was long enough to look stupid. "UGH!" he groaned. The groan woke Toothless up from the cold slab of stone that he called a bed. He picked himself up, lazily stretching out like a cat before padding over to his rider. "Come to gloat because grooming's so much easier for you?" Hiccup scowled. "Do you want to go flying, is that it? Are you hungry?" Toothless' tongue lolled out of his head. It looked like a large, wide, uncooked slab of meat, bright pink and dripping with drool that stained Hiccup's pants. "Toothless, that stuff doesn't wash out! You know that!"
That's the plan, Toothless thought, as he held Hiccup down with his paws and licked Hiccup's head again and again. By the time that Hiccup had squirmed away from him, his hair had now been styled into a sort of slicked-back quaff that defied gravity.
"What the hell did you do?" Hiccup whined. "I have to see Astrid soon! I can't be seen like this!" He jumped when he heard a knock on the door.
"I'm here, Hiccup!" Astrid's voice travelled up the stairs. Hiccup panicked.
"You picked a fine moment to pull a stunt like that, didn't you?" he hissed at the smug ebony dragon, before hastily putting on a change of clothes, grabbing one of his dad's spare helmets and rushing to meet his love.
"Hey, Hiccu-what happened to your hair?" Astrid pointed at the newly slicked back auburn hair on Hiccup's head.
"I know. Toothless decided to lick my head." Hiccup threw Toothless under the proverbial vegetable cart in a second. "I even brought a helmet to cover it-"
"Don't." Astrid smiled a smile so pretty that it made Hiccup freeze. "It looks pretty cute."
"It is? I mean, it does?" And the teenagers walked away. Toothless watched them with the smuggest grin a dragon can possibly have.
He can thank me later, Toothless thought, grinning as he stole fish from Gobber's fishing net. And if he has human hatchlings with Astrid because of this, his dad can thank me too.
Author's note: I'm back! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I had to slow down to focus on university coursework! I am currently 20 years old and two years into a three-year sociology with psychology course, and it hasn't been easy. Sorry if I accidentally disappointed any of you!