the unholy offspring of lightning and death

[no_eels]

Who: Mirror!Toothless and you
Where: Almost anywhere!
When: Anytime this week (29th to the 5th or so)
Rating: PG for now, might be some violence later.
Summary: Not all Nightfuries are happy to befriend Vikings. Some of them would prefer to chew them between their teeth. Especially if it's for the Queen. (Please keep in mind that this a very different Toothless. While I won't have him attack anyone without permission, he's very much a wild dragon.)

The Story:

As soon as he can, after the Queen's decree, he crosses over. He's been watching his "real" self. They can't make marks on the glass to each other like some, and the real Toothless can't hear his disdaining snarls through the mirror. But still. He's watched, feeling disgusted with the other dragon. Does he have no dignity left in him, making friends simply to gain attention and company? Connections with Vikings was to be made for specific purposes. Alliances to gain things for the Queen. A teaming of strength, if a task required it. But never for... attention.

Toothless keeps to himself as much as possible, avoiding Hiccup at first. He has to at least pretend to be the other dragon, and he's concerned that Hiccup will see through him. He prowls the mansion and listens to conversations. Here, the Vikings don't mind his presence. They don't leave or threaten him when he enters a room. It allows him to listen in on a few conversations and get the lay of everything, so to speak.

Once he has his footing, he's eager to begin disrupting things as much as he can. The mirrors, and the Queen, must have what's behind the door. That much is apparent to him. A dragon is rubbish at riddles, and so Toothless sticks to what he knows. Scaring the Vikings, and pretending to be an ally. Sooner or later, he's going to get... hungry. What does the blood of a Real taste like?

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[no_eels]

It's the scent that makes him pause, in his prowling of the grounds. The scent of flesh on the wind. Like a shark, Toothless makes a note of it and is instantly drawn. He begins to hunt down the source immediately, body low to the ground as he puts his keen senses to good use. In no time at all, Toothless is getting very close. Close enough to make a note of Fuminori. He's seen his Real interacting with this Viking before, and slows his pace.

[seekingsanity]

The only reason Fuminori notices Toothless is his hyper-awareness of other creatures, and even then, Toothless gets pretty close before Fuminori looks up. He tenses, then relaxes a little; Toothless is the only other person in Wonderland that Fuminori can recognize on sight.

Not that he really wanted to be caught eating human flesh, even by a dragon. But the dragon is the most likely of the other residents to be unbothered by it, so Fuminori doesn't scramble to hide it like he might if approached by another human.

"Hey."

[no_eels]

That a Viking is having a meal of this kind... surprises him, somewhat. Toothless doesn't pay as much attention to Vikings as perhaps he should, but still. Didn't Vikings eat things like meat after roasting them over a fire? He moves closer, still low to the ground, growling in the back of his throat.

[seekingsanity]

The growl makes Fuminori tense again.

"Is something wrong?"

[no_eels]

In truth, the shark analogy is fairly accurate. Smelling Fuminori's meal is making the Nightfury peckish. He stops when he's a few feet away, still growling — though much more quietly — and peers at Fuminori with narrowed eyes. Most of it is a test. Will the Viking stand up and move away? Or will he stay put?

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori isn't sure what to make of this behavior. It hasn't occurred to him that this might be Toothless's Mirror, but he's been around Toothless enough times to recognize this as strange.

With distorted visual and auditory clues, Fuminori is left guessing as to what he needs to do. After a moment of uncertainty, he sets the bowl of flesh--to him it looks like fruit--on the ground and nudges it toward Toothless.

"You want some?"

[no_eels]

Having absolutely none of his Real's learned manners (as spare as though they might be), Toothless practically devours the bowl in a sudden and fierce hunger. Food gone, he likes his gums clean and looks with a little of his Real's curiosity to Fuminori. He's a weird Viking, this one. He sniffs at him, getting right into his personal space unless he moved away, trying to figure out why a Viking would eat raw meat.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori hasn't moved yet, but he's beginning to think that he ought to. When Toothless gets too close, he does, a little too quickly, scrambling to keep from being touched.

"...Something wrong?" He's not sure if he's trying to cover for his own behavior or if he really expects some kind of response.

[no_eels]

Something a little close to a growled snicker spills from the Nightfury when Fuminori moves back that quickly. He watches him, then shakes his head with a smug gleam to his green eyes. Of course not. Everything's just fine. With him, at least; he's slowly growing convinced that there's something more than a little Off with this Viking.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori can interpret that sound pretty accurately. He grimaces and gets to his feet, pointing vaguely toward the Mansion.

"I can go get you more, if you're hungry."

[no_eels]

Toothless considers that a moment, pausing, before he nods his head. Perhaps a food break is just what he needs. That this Viking is proving himself useful is a surprise, but a decent one. But he'll follow right behind, as he's seen his Real do, to blend in once they're inside.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori is used to walking around with Toothless. Though he still doesn't look directly at him, he deals with his presence well.

Inside, he passes by the extra door in the entrance hall without sparing it a glance. He doesn't care about it at all.

In the kitchen, he pulls a tub of flesh and organs out of the fridge and sets it on the floor, crouching next to it. He takes a piece out and puts it in his mouth, thinking as he does so that it's a little weird that he and Toothless eat the same thing.

[no_eels]

The Nightfury looks up at the door, tracking his eyes over it and the guesses that litter its surface. That none of these Vikings have the answer yet is a frustration. But at least the Reals haven't solved it yet, either. Small consolation, but a consolation nonetheless.

Toothless approaches from the side, sniffing at the tub and wondering why this hasn't occurred to him yet. But he prefers his flesh to still be alive, of course, when he dines on Vikings.

He looks to Fuminori again, wondering if the other Vikings know about his preferences.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori looks up, then away quickly, swallowing whatever's in his mouth.

"Something wrong?"

[no_eels]

Slowly, the Nightfury shakes his head, before swallowing another mouthful of his own. He remains quiet and almost like the Real Toothless for as long as the rest of the meal holds out. But when the tub is empty, he starts to move right back into Fuminori's personal space, sniffing.

[seekingsanity]

For the second time, Fuminori moves away from him. Even with Toothless, whose perceived form doesn't disgust him quite as much as the forms he sees in place of humans, isn't a welcome presence when he's that close.

"What is it?"

[no_eels]

He finds it interesting that all of the other Vikings want to pet 'him', and yet this one seems accustomed to being given space. Interesting, and also rather disgusting. Dragons, giving Vikings courtesy? Why did they deserve even an inch of it? Vikings killed them. Clearly his Other had no idea how their world really worked. That boy. It was that boy's fault...

Toothless keeps approaching, just to see what Fuminori will do.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori retreats when Toothless gets closer than he likes, backing into a chair with a clatter. He winces at the noise, as well as at the unexpected feel of the furniture.

"...You're acting weird." Compared to what Fuminori's used to, anyway. Somehow, it still hasn't occurred to him that this might be a case of a Mirror switching with the Real thing.

[no_eels]

Snorting with amusement, the Nightfury gets right into his personal space and stares at him. Whereas Toothless' eyes are wild, or warm, there's a feral and cold intelligence behind his Mirror's. He bares his teeth, still streaked with blood, and then bumps Fuminori with his head. Quick, but strong. Just to see what he'll do.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori flinches more violently than he really has any excuse for, half raising his arms in a self-defensive motion that probably wouldn't do much for him if Toothless were actually attacking. He backsteps again, skirting around the chair behind him and the table it's pushed up to. He's not quite hiding behind the table, but having something concrete between Toothless and his personal space will make it easier for him to keep more or less calm.

[no_eels]

Toothless makes more snorts of amusement. It's almost a little like laughter, and surprisingly like a 'Viking' for such a feral creature. He doesn't move forward any more. Instead, he backs away a few steps and watches Fuminori from behind the table for a long moment. A stare down, for no reason other than replaying the Viking's flinch in his mind. After a long moment or two, he begins to turn for the door. There are other things he needs to attend to.

[seekingsanity]

Even Fuminori can guess he's being laughed at. He frowns, but can't keep looking directly at Toothless for long, averting his eyes after only a moment. He doesn't say anything with Toothless turns to go--he'll have to figure out what's going on on his own.