#ask-a-nightfury

[lightnlng-and-death]

*Gives another fish in apology for hurting Tiris.*

🐟—Even he’s dismayed at how easily he let that grudge go in favor of a snack. Really, he blames Hiccup for spoiling him so thoroughly. He used to have such staying power. He could stay mad all day. Years, even. Grudges. They were his thing. Now this.

All this.

  All this fish.

     It’s delicious.

[lightnlng-and-death]

"TOOTHLESS?! STOP SCARING RANDOM PEOPLE! What's the matter with you?" Totally expected fussing in the distance.

🐟—❝Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.❞

               “.puǝᴉɹɟ ʇsǝq ʎɯ ǝɹ,no⅄❞

        Ｔhe Nighfury had the audacity to laugh. Great, bellowing tones clearly articulated laughter, no matter what divergence of sound a differing language played a role in. 

      Ｌoudly, he laughed, and he hoped, within earshot of his young Viking friend. But he also remained still, seated and awaiting the approach of the vexed chieftain. Unabashed amusement lifted all of the edges of his features, even through the veneer of obligatory apology that Hiccup’s admonishing tone beckoned. He wasn’t really in trouble, after all. She had asked for a frightening display. He never entertained a single moment of thought towards harming her. Hiccup would know that, wouldn’t he?   

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

                                                                …ａｎｄ Ｉ ｓａｗ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ.❞                                                                       “.ɟlǝsʎɯ ʍɐs I puɐ

[lightnlng-and-death]

"Aren't you supposed to be scary?"

🐟—❝Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.❞

               “.puǝᴉɹɟ ʇsǝq ʎɯ ǝɹ,no⅄❞

        Ｔhe Nighfury’s head lifted, attention snared by communication he was almost certain had been directed towards him. A bold green gaze, more affable than reptilian at the moment, surveyed the intent harbored in the young woman’s posture - and the faceplates along his brow and jaw tilted and idled in an inquisitive disarray.

      Ｓcary,? Was he supposed to be scary? That was important sometimes, of course; when there was something dangerous threatening him or his friends, but - …why would he just sit around being scary all the time? She should try Hookfang, instead. Hookfang was a better candidate for a dragon who prided himself on looking ferocious no matter what the circumstances were.  As for himself - lunch had just passed, the breeze was choice, and the skies above were clear and waiting, weren’t they? Nn, it would be hard to offer a show of teeth when he was so completely contented. 

      Ｓtill, Toothless didn’t like to disappoint - he had his pride, after all. And he was quite confident that if he put a little effort out, he could strike up a pretty intimidating impression. His draconic features arranged to convey a decidedly friendly condition, as he hauled himself from repose onto all four pads. His primary pair of wings unfurled in barbed sheets of darkness, spread into nearly fifty feet across. The plates along his skull and down his back stood on aggressive point, arching with his spine. His massive mouth was suddenly filled from hinge to hinge with broad, carnivorous teeth. The best effects were in the details, Toothless knew, as he drew his frame in like a coiled spring, muscles tight and streamlined beneath black, iridescent scales. It was his best boast of deadliness, and the Nightfury refined it into a benign display - meant only to satisfy what was perceived as an artistic desire to be frightened.            Ａh, but the risk of Hiccup catching an eyeful of this threatening posture climbed into likelihood by the minute - and he doubted his viking friend would understand the nuances of attempting to look scary without having scary intentions.  After holding the proper appearance attributed more easily to the offspring of lighting and death itself, Toothless smoothed away any aggression, and sat instead, inspecting the young woman’s face. Did she approve of his potential for scariness, yet?

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

                                                                …ａｎｄ Ｉ ｓａｗ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ.❞                                                                       “.ɟlǝsʎɯ ʍɐs I puɐ