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                      ❝ I don’t trust your judgment! ❞                                             — Kristoff Bjorgman                                                     .&&Sven                             written by ( liya. )

                              stare at her, the way the dragon had done                               during their first meeting, but the way he                               looked at her made her nothing but uneasy.                      After all,                               she had always learned that when a dragon                                        ( a Night Fury, nonetheless )                               looked at you, it was to see whether you were                               breakfast, lunch, or dinner.         She felt the urge to run but with a sigh from the        mighty beast - friend, she reminded herself - she        felt his scales against her pale skin, let out a soft breath.        Despite how her instincts told her to turn, run, find        an axe and bucket of water — she only set her hand         gently on his snout.        ”Just as long as you’re not going to eat me … alright?”

      (      The grimace that rolled across the dragon's features      )                        gave away his displeasure at the idea of eating the girl. Fish                        remained his one and only true love ---- and besides that, he                        could already imagine the reprimanding he'd receive from                        Hiccup if he ate the fair-haired girl. 

                       Still, offended or not, he allowed ( perhaps even welcomed ) the                        cool hand against his snout. With a tilt of his head, he directed                        her towards a particularly itchy spot behind his ear and waited                        patiently to see if she'd oblige him.

Right now, the smart move would probably be to step back into the TARDIS and lock the doors, but the Doctor had always been too curious to make the smart move. He closed the door behind him and smiled at the creatue. Here’s to hoping it didn’t want to eat him.

      (      Beastie? How demeaning to be downgraded to a mere animal!      )

                             The fact that the man creature's intention had been to hit him                              with his meal was lost in the noises of appreciation. His gratitude                              was further shown as he returned half the fish to the other in the                              only way a dragon knew how.

( Stalking, stalking, stalking . . . )                       As a dragon with the unfortunate attention span of a gnat, it should have                       come as no surprise that his eyes were riveted to the darting movement                       of a bug scurrying across the snowy tundra beneath his feet.

                      The disappearance of the warm sun and its bright light that gleamed and                       glittered against the wintry landscape brought Toothless to attention.                       Green eyes darted skyward to at last take in the sight of the oncoming                       storm.

                                                                             . . . Oh.

                      The low rumble that vibrated deep in his throat may have been his way                       of saying:

                                                          ❛ Yes, I see it. Can we go now? ❜

                   He fumbled when Toothless shoved him                    harder, petting him a little more. Trying to                    soothe the dragon when he rumbled.

"Hey… It’s not my fault they won’t listen."

   ( Hiccup's words were truth ---- )                            And yet, the roiling frustration that pushed against the Night Fury's                           ribs demanded retribution for his prolonged suffering. Besides, who                           invited the interlopers in the first place?

                          He continued mumbling his discontent in an unintelligible grouse. 

                    “Hey, hey Toothless!”

He laughed, petting the dragon’s snout. He hadn’t missed the cloud of baby dragons that fluttered away, but he wasn’t going to ask. Not right away, at least.

         ( If looks could kill ---- )                                 The once gentle greeting became less so as the                                dragon shoved his crown against Hiccup's shoulder                                with a gravelly grumble of complaint.