❝ You set Snotlout on fire? —- DO IT AGAIN! ❞
↟ ↟ While there was nothing more amusing than watching his rider yelp akin to a startled baby yak and book toward the nearest water source, there were limits to how much heat one could apply to a viking before they actually turned to tinder.
The Nightmare would know, he had applied the theory to practice several times before.
A soft, low sound, akin to a breathy nickering that could be assumed was laughter, sounded for half a moment, before the noise hitched in the beast’s throat. Golden iris halved as the gigantic reptile craned a serpentine neck, slowly turned to face the male(?) of the twin vikings, placing a toothy maw directly in front of the golden-maned youth.
It was one thing for he himself to constantly pick on the Yorgenson lad, as despite everything, that particular human /was/ his.. it was another if these tricksters were involved. Of course, there was nothing held against the Loki-spawn, but that didn’t stop the monstrous dragon from making a point or two.
That tilt of a scaled head continued, until the beast’s cranium was perfectly vertical, that jagged muzzle opening wide, as though promising all sorts of unpleasant ends... before a forked tongue shot out and proceeded to attempt and coat the boy head to toe in kerosene gel. ↡ ↡
