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?

Comments

[no_eels]

Their next meal. How they were going to secure things for the Queen. How long they'd have to stay over here. If he could get away with a little carnage and mayhem before he was snapped back to the other side. Toothless' head is a surprising whirlwind of thoughts, and the dragon first bares his pink gums at Blaine. Just for a moment. Then, of course, his teeth snapped upward, and he continued moving forward, attempting to corral Blaine toward a wall. None of the movements were quick. Maybe this will be fun, he thinks.

[justlove]

Blaine's too busy staring at the sudden appearance of Toothless's teeth to really think too hard about the dragon's motivations or reasons for being out and about. He didn't know teeth could work like that, but unless he was just seeing things as a result of the late hour, clearly in this case, they could. But then any other thoughts are driven from his mind as he starts to back up while the dragon moves forward, slowly but surely.

As he backs up, he glances behind him to see if there's somewhere he can escape to. It's a slim chance because there's walls on every side, but if he moves quickly, he might be able to slip back into the entrance hall. His odds don't seem that great, but at least if he can make it there, he has a better chance of running away than he does in this hallway.

[no_eels]

Toothless continues to prowl forward, body a little lower to the ground, that growl in the back of his throat growing louder. His teeth, ordinarily, would look a bit like a fearsome smile. But this isn't the Real Toothless, and the Mirror decides to see how fast his prey can run. He lunges forward, with a sound an awful lot like a laugh.

[justlove]

Blaine is officially a little bit concerned; the growls and those teeth that are bared in what is unmistakably an unfriendly, fear-inducing smile are making it all too clear that he is in over his head. But there's no time to think, as the dragon's just lunged forward, narrowly missing making contact with Blaine, who's just barely managed to put some space between them with a quick dash.

And now that he's started running, he's not going to stop, at least not if he can help it. He's not out of shape, but he's hardly the most athletic person ever, so how long he can keep running remains to be seen, especially if Toothless is feeling relentless.

"Look, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I wasn't trying to get in your way," he says, while glancing back at the dragon, finally breaking the silence that's been going on for a few minutes now. Maybe apologizing won't help, but it's better than not saying anything. There must be something that will appease the dragon and dissuade him from turning Blaine into a snack.

[no_eels]

A chase! There's nothing a predator likes more than a chase, as any laser dot could tell you — other than the end result. Toothless lopes after Blaine, keeping about a middle speed. Just enough to cause worry, but not enough to tire him out anytime soon. He'd tire faster than if he were in the air — oh, if only I were able to fly, he thinks, with irritation — but he has more than enough energy for the moment.

That saying about playing with your food was one that this Toothless had never heard.

[justlove]

Well, that clears that up for him. The last thing he should be doing right now is trying to placate his pursuer, because that's taking away from time and energy better spent running. But a glance behind him reveals that Toothless isn't exactly traveling at top speed here, which makes him realize somewhat uncomfortably that maybe he's being toyed with.

This is absolutely going on Blaine's list of things no one will ever believe. Blaine rounds a corner with Toothless not far behind, but he picks up the pace a bit, wondering if it's worth it to try and lose him amongst the mansion's various twists and turns. If the dragon's going to play, then Blaine's going to try playing too.

[no_eels]

When Blaine rounds the corner, dropping from sight, Toothless ups his own gait just slightly and rounds it like a freight train, wings tucked in tightly against his body. The layout of the mansion is slightly different from the one he knows by virtue of the mirrors, but he can corner better than some big beasts were capable. There was a reason his kind of dragon was so feared, after all.

[justlove]

The longer this chase goes on, the more freaked out Blaine gets. So much for his hopes that the dragon would lose interest, get tired, or just give up. And he gets even more afraid when Toothless barrels around the corner at top speed. Just how in the world did he get into this mess? All he was trying to do was walk until sleep stopped evading him.

He's completely unprepared for squaring off against a dragon; they're just imaginary creatures where he's from. All he can do now is keep running, and keep hoping that the chase will end quickly, and preferably with himself still in one piece.

[no_eels]

He is tiring of the chase, but neither version of Toothless is really a quitter. He surges forward and keeps his increased speed, claws stretching out for more traction as he attempts to maneuver Blaine into a corner — or against a wall. Vikings aren't a meal for a dragon this worked up, but perhaps he can give the Viking something to remember him by...

[justlove]

It isn't long before Blaine and his increasing levels of panic starts to slip up a little. He makes another turn down what he thinks is another hallway, but instead, it's actually a dead end. There are doors on either side that seem to be locked or otherwise blocked, if the one he just ran towards and tried to open is any indication.

Slipping around the dragon is clearly not something that's going to happen, but backing further towards the end of the hallway isn't going to help either. There's not much room to move, either forward or backward, and Blaine hesitates just a second too long while he tries to think of a solution to this problem.

If Toothless didn't have an opening before, he certainly has one now.

[no_eels]

The predator behind Blaine doesn't hesitate. He drives himself forward, right into Blaine, intending to pile-drive him into the wall — or to the floor, depending on the Viking's agility. He does so with his jaws wide open, intending to grasp whatever limb is handiest. A brief taste of a Real, and perhaps the fear of being pinned. Fear makes Vikings taste so much better.

[justlove]

Unfortunately (for Blaine, at least), his agility isn't at its highest point. When Toothless barrels forward at full momentum, Blaine's reaction time is just a little too slow, and he ends up getting slammed into the wall that's just behind him.

As dazed as he is from the impact, he snaps out of it pretty quickly, because, well, the sharp teeth sinking into his arm really hurts.

His head swims from the collision with the wall and from the sight of his own blood. Of all things, why did there have to be blood? That right there is reason number one explaining why Blaine will never become a doctor.

But in any case, he fixes his eyes on the dragon, waiting with dread for his next move.

[no_eels]

The taste of a Real and a Mirror, Toothless realizes, isn't all that different. If it is, it's subtle. He's half disappointed by this discovery, but he's not disappointed by the body language from Blaine. The Nightfury's half tempted to slam his flat head into the Viking again, but instead he just increases the pressure of his teeth for a moment before releasing him and roaring in his face.

A subtle grin, born of savage pleasure, curls his face for a moment after. He gives Blaine very little time to react to that before, with a growl and a snort, he takes off again, loping the opposite way down the corridor. He'll see this Real later, perhaps, or not — but either way, perhaps he can wreck his Real's shining reputation.