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,
🐟—❝Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.❞
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
…ａｎｄ Ｉ ｓａｗ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ.❞
“.ɟlǝsʎɯ ʍɐs I puɐ
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