Toothless waited a moment before turning back to her, his eyes shining. He had to admit, it felt nice talking to someone about his home. He hadn’t made many friends during his stay here, but part of him nagged realistically. She’s a princess, with… princess duties or whatever. Did she have time for a friend? Especially one that wasn’t any sort of important heritige?
Berk didn’t exactly have royalty. They had leaders, best fighters, stuff like that. But he wasn’t taught on the ways of leadership here in this different land. His heart ached as he casted a glance over to her as she studied the townspeople.. He wanted to be her friend. He had only just met her, but she was against all the first thoughts he had upon hearing her name and title since his first arrival. And his imagination caught his attention; if she was casually walking amongst common people, surely she had time to have a friend? He would really like that.
Was she allowed to have a friend outside of royalty? Toothless’s head hurt. He was watching her though part of her face was hidden in her cloak. A few red curls leaked out of the cover, and they shined in the daylight, and he had to pause. He wanted to see more of her face. Too much of it was shadowed and concealed in the hood of her cloak.
She wasn’t the stuck-up, popular, always-craving-attention type of person that people on berk rumored to be the traits of princesses. Of course, most, if not all, have not ever met a princess. Among the female vikings, it was sort of an insult. It was used to make the woman feel week and spineless, if not selfish and dependant on others. It was a bit sexist, but that was part of the viking’s culture. It wasn’t often anymore that women were treated like that. Usually it was the children who picked on the weaker kids by calling them princess, but it was shortly grown out as they grew older. One way or another, they learned to be independent fighters.
Princess Merida broke all the thoughts that had ran through his head in the past years. Because right now, he was sitting down next to a normal girl with curly red hair, who insisted that she stay the background and spend a few quiet minutes chatting with someone she had just met. She did not put herself on a platform, nor did she act like she was superior. It just so happened that she had the title of princess. It did not define her, nor did it determine the way she acted.
"Yes, dragons." He chuckled warmly, crossing his arms at his chest and leaning against the bench. A second of awkwardness washed over him before he found a good subject to discuss casually. "But I see the art of battle and defense are not lost in these lands. Rumor has it that you’re quite the archer." His eyes sparkled. He had never handled a bow and arrow; while few vikings learned to handle them, they just weren’t necessary unless they were heavy duty catapult material. Toothless never had the opportunity to use a hand-fit bow. "I’ve always wanted to try it." He muttered softly, more to himself than her.
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