#flying higher

sky

They’re not gonna get us.

Sinking low into his own awkwardly tall collar, shards of tourmaline dotted only by a sliver of pupil bore directly into the bug-eyed monster’s gaze, as though eye contact would assuredly make it so no sudden, affectionate moves could be made. The intellectually adept beast was swift, sometimes quicker than the surgeon’s ability to produce a ‘Room’ large enough to transport himself to safety, which was irritating. He had no fish, he wasn’t about to offer his chef as a replacement, nor did he possess anything that might be able to satiate the greedy dragon’s nature; it seemed, if his intuitive progress was correct, that if there was no food involved, the price to be paid was the Shi no Gekai’s very form.

The sordid surgeon was no stranger to.. well, zookeeping, considering his navigator and chef, but just where was the one-legged, sarcastic wonder that always reigned in the perpetually starving lizardwombat? Why did such excessive creatures take a liking to him? It was asinine, he wasn’t about to be covered in that caustic, glue-like spit. The surly doctor didn’t entirely mind the company, but more than anything, he didn’t wish to be tackled or slobbered on.

                         “Whatever you’re thinking,

                                                no,

                               Nightfury-ya. ”

🐟—❝Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.❞

              “.puǝᴉɹɟ ʇsǝq ʎɯ ǝɹ,no⅄❞

      It was unavoidable, and Toothless knew it, as he prowled a modest circle around the surgeon. Gold eyes, the shades and distance of a sunset held him in place for now - but that effect waned with every sideways maneuvered step he took. Taller than Hiccup. And lithe; slender with an easy grace that, similar to his viking of choice, had probably been attained through terrible necessity. And like Hiccup, he estimated that this dark-haired person was no match for nearly thirty feet of concentrated, scaled enthusiasm.

       He smelled like the sea. He carried the scent of strength on his skin. There were scars in his eyes. What had he seen that had cut so deep?   

     And then he heard it - the strange adornment to his name. Well, Toothless was his name - because that was what Hiccup had called him. But the way that this human made the sound that meant his kind, it sounded like a name, too. And for a moment, it wasn’t a too-spacious sound with missing pieces, but rather, it was a space reserved for him. Meant for him. It meant him. An excitement pricked at the nerves laced beneath his scales.

            Did “Chieftain” feel like that to Hiccup, yet?        

    Toothless raised his clawed front foot to the surgeon. He appealed to the pirate, apologized, almost. Out of courtesy, he was forced to admit that he needed to tackle the horizon-eyed outlaw to the ground, and that the surgeon shouldn’t interpret it poorly. Then it was a midnight-colored blur, as the Night Fury was instantly airborne, and hurling towards the pirate. Hiccup would have to understand - some pirates were too exciting not to sprawl them out.

   His tangle of vocalized, reptilian salutations barely even mentioned the presence of some strange type of fish he could aptly detect in Law’s clothing. This was just hello, after all.

                                             —❝Ｉ  ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｔ ｈｉｍ …                                                         ‘ɯᴉɥ ʇɐ pǝʞool I

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Dusky malachite irises were halved in a near-squint, pupils dilating in and out of light-sourcing and light-blocking functions, as a candle flicked luminescence to and fro. The sketch was nearly complete, though how it would look when the sun was actually shining upon it was a mystery, as the young chieftain’s vision was vaguely impaired by his completely intelligent decision to finish his work at night.

A sudden pause; that previously scrawling charcoal drawing utensil halted mid-line as the chestnut-maned lad glanced askance toward the large window of his bedroom, eyes narrowing even further. Inhaling the longest breath, so deep that one could expect a Thunderdrum’s call to sound at any second, before the release of a sigh so heavy that even the Gods themselves would take pause and feel judged. This wasn’t a new game, not by a long shot, and it never turned out well to try and preempt the Night Fury’s intentions, as it was more likely the proud dragon would throw a fit than the viking would get injured by a rowdy lizardwombat’s playful antics.

                        “Hm,          I-wonder-where-Toothless-is.                 I-have-not-seen-him-in-a-while.                                 I-sure-hope-he’s-not-getting-in-trouble.”

Clipped, patient words fell from a sarcastic pair of lips, monotone tenor lilting only in the nasally way of the Hairy Hooligan patriarch’s normal syntax. He would continue to refine his artwork, though a broadening back would tense ever so subtly, in preparation.

🐟—❝Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.❞

              “.puǝᴉɹɟ ʇsǝq ʎɯ ǝɹ,no⅄❞

      Whatever Hiccup was working on couldn’t possibly be more interesting than a flight from dusk to midnight, and it looked as though it were up to Toothless to show this wayward viking as much. Really, he’d been sitting there sketching so long, he was at risk of molding over. That, and... they needed to talk. Still, it was increasingly apparent that the dragonmaster was already aware of the impending company he faced; and it would have been a waste not to startle Hiccup a little bit after all this preparation.  

     Toothless let his claws scrape so lightly over the great house’s exterior fixtures, playing up to the subtle poise he could see in Hiccup’s back, even from here. So he was anticipating a sneaky back-attack, eh?

                                “Too bad! Night Furies aren’t so predictable! 

                                                                           At least, this one isn’t.”     

     The dragon took a massive leap, the motion being far quieter than his earlier efforts to climb out of the house’s interior. His intentions were to invoke a sharp turn after the jump, to land at Hiccup’s feet. That would surely surprise the studious youth, wouldn’t it? ...more so than shoving his face into the viking’s back, no doubt, as per his first idea... admittedly, the latter was still appealing, so maybe it would serve as a follow-up attack. Heavy feet and a wry grin that fully anticipated success met the viking all at once, as Toothless landed in effortless agility, in front of Hiccup. He was already arching his neck to nuzzle his forehead against what he expected to be a very startled viking’s forehead. Clearly written across the reptile’s features - triumph and mischief, “Bet you weren’t expecting that!” 

                                             —❝Ｉ  ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｔ ｈｉｍ …                                                         ‘ɯᴉɥ ʇɐ pǝʞool I