Of Starships and Dragons → Jim/Toothless
By now Kirk was used to being on strange planets, brave new worlds, universes, galaxies—Mr. Scott had said it right when he called those in the federation explorers at their core—because ultimately they were. At least when there weren’t rescue missions to complete, lives to save, villains to catch, beautiful women to flirt with. It took something genuinely exceptional to shock the rebellious male and he tried on principal to turn into his voyages, not run away from them.
The planet he and his crew were foraging in might have been unfamiliar in quite a lot of ways but it was admittedly beautiful; warm and humid with vibrant greens peppering the atmosphere under an open sky of baby blue and translucent white—Kirk hadn’t been looking for anything in particular when he came across something like he had never seen before; it was wholeheartedly a majestic looking creature and he was instantaneously torn between stepping forward to investigate further and stepping back to take precaution.
It was dark, and completely unique, it was a.. dragon. Whoa.