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Adamant, the rowdy little reptile stuck his tail in the air obscenely; content as a cat, but bristling like a wild hound on the hunt. ”T-t-toothless doesn’t care.” He snapped, disgust pricking at his upper lip and revealing his gummy little jaws. “Toothless always getting away with trouble. Toothless c-crafty. Toothless s-s-smart...” A brief pause. “Toothless l-loved by Hiccup.”  “Hiccup would never throw Toothless out. N-never ever!! Only one getting in trouble is C-calcifer.” Grin now lining his smug little face, Toothless decided it was time for him to skedaddle --- the tantalizing smells of half-cooked fish wafting through the building like taunting little claws that niggled and picked at the nostrils. A blur of green, and he was gone.      A beat. ”Did you leave Calcifer alone in there?”

Toothless squawked in offense. His wings went rigid, and the reptile almost dropped from the sky like a stone. “Y-y-you’re just mad that I know m-master better than you do!” He scoffed, curls of black smoke puffing from his nostrils and clouding his face; only glowing, greengage eyes now visible through the angry smog. Frankly, Toothless found it quite rude that Calcifer would further antagonize him now. He wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. Dragons were ungrateful, selfish creatures - for him to even think of protecting his combatant was unheard of. Just as easily, he could have called Calcifer out on his bluff; even if he got into trouble (again). It’s not as if Hiccup would ever disown him. “Y-you snobbish, s-slimy, snot-nosed slug!”

“I very well know he’s passionate about breakfast,” Hiccup huffed, quietly incredulous.“but that doesn’t explain the arguing.” He pointed out, boasting his early morning wit. Hidden beneath his feather-filled attacker, (in the feeble hope that he would not be noticed) Toothless was a deer in the headlights; ears flared and eyes wide as he kept still and silent as stone. That is, until his adversary began lying – for his benefit, no less! Tentative footsteps revealed his form. “…W-w-well, C-Calcifer and Toothless were a-arguing about what is the b-BEST breakfast. C-Calcifer insisted that l-limpets are better, but h-h-h-haddock is Toothless’s favourite!!” Flapping abruptly upwards, the dragon began harassing the hair on his master’s head, urgent crowing bouncing off of the walls. “H-haddock for breakfast! Haddock for breakfast!” “Okay, okay!” Hiccup chuckled, a smile finally gracing his face as he waved the fluttering reptile away. “Just… try to be a little bit quieter next time you decide to discuss fine dining. If my father had heard you…” The boy trailed off, unsure on quite how Stoick would react to sentient fire. Absolutely bonkers, probably. “I’ll see if we have any haddock.” And then the boy was gone. Toothless looked at Calcifer, nonplussed. 

“L-L-LAPDOG BETTER THAN F-F-F-FIREPLACE!” The dragon’s tail flicked savagely behind him, giving off all the likeness of a cat on its last nerve as he squared up against the other. “Toothless a very imp-p-portant hunting dragon... n-no lapdog... n-n-no goody-goody, no f-f-FROG. C-calcifer just a b-big, blazing BOZO... a meaningless, meany M-MEATHEAD! A f-f-fat, fiery FAILU--” Something toppled him. Something fluffy. “Toothless!” Hiccup’s tone was unbreachable, agitated. A granite fortress; contrasted only by soft eyes (and a soft pillow). “And Calcifer. Do you mind explaining why the two of you think five a.m. is an appropriate time to start arguing louder than the gods themselves?” Rubbing circles into his temple, it became quickly apparent that the boy had been far too weary to focus on the conversation itself -- and was actually trusting in them to give him an appropriate answer.

Puffing out furious little rings of hot smoke, Toothless had considered Calcifer’s reaction with surprising patience, though it was shortly tried by following comments. How dare he! The dragon’s ears snapped flat against his skull. ”T-t-toothless no eat m-master! I-is DISGUSTING… Toothless has a very sensitive stomach… a very sensitive dragon… only s-s-sleeps on c-comfy things… only eats the b-b-best parts of Hiccup’s lunch…!!” ”Toothless…” Mumbled the boy-lump beneath him, a feeble freckled hand waving at the dragon to move as Hiccup rolled onto his side, radiating dissatisfaction with the morning. Hardly waiting for the child’s soft snores to restart, Toothless took to the air - holding himself quite royally as he flapped ever closer to the antagonizing blaze. “You j-j-j-just jealous.”

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“L-l-liar, liar!” He squeaked in derisive alarm. Unfortunate as it was to mention, Toothless was not exactly impressive in size -- as a matter of fact, he was quite possibly the smallest hunting dragon anyone had ever seen, before or since! It was precisely why his venom was hard to take in earnest. “P-p-p-pants on fire! Toothless is H-hiccup’s bestest friend forever! Is why T-toothless sleeps on b-bed, and c-cruel Calcifer sleeps on G-G-GRASS!” Almost as though underlining his point, the pint-sized reptile marched on up his sleeping master’s chest, pawing the clothing there and puffing out his chest. Mine.

The seemingly distant, flickering light was like an insistent tapping on Toothless’ eyelids; reluctantly dragging the reptile’s mind up from layered states of sleep, and out from the dark of that deep peace. Ridiculously long lashes batted open greengage eyes, staring nasty venom at the source of the blue-green glow that plagued the room. Calcifer. The peace from before was now a distant impression, a misty dream not meant for memory; and in its place stood pure, unbridled irritation at the other’s presence. “H-h-hiccup likes Toothless m-more...” He hissed, quiet voice breaking into quick envy as the dragon stretched its way to its feet.