Not what you know

[no_eels]

Who: Toothless & open
Where: Anywhere!
When: Anytime during the AU event.
Rating: G for now
Summary: A viking never made friends with a dragon. A harness was never made. (Catch-all!)
The Story:

To Toothless, everything was as it always had been. He woke up in his cave-shaped room, had a drink from the small pool of water in it, and then left to go skulk his way to the kitchen. The Night Fury's tail was finless on one side, as it had always been since his encounter with the Thing That Had Torn Him Out of the Sky. He had survived his being trapped in the small valley by scrambling desperately with his claws for days and days. The Viking had not come back since cutting him out of the Terrible Thing.

While he had been grateful at being set free (Vikings killed dragons; that was just how it worked), Toothless had needed to get back to the other dragons. But that hadn't been possible. He had lacked the ability to fly, and had been stuck on the island. If not for his suddenly appearing in this place, the Night Fury is certain that the other Vikings would have eventually found him and killed him.

One or two Vikings, perhaps, aren't that bad, but he hasn't been willing to risk much contact. He runs by quickly, finds empty hallways, goes into the kitchen for food when no one else is there (not an easy feat). When he's full of fish, he goes outside and wanders. His heart yearns for the sky, and he only returns to the mansion late at night when most of the Vikings are settled for the evening.

He's lonely. But he's not ready to admit it.

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[no_eels]

Toothless absorbs the Vikings' words with what looks like a frown on his face. Names. Vikings always had to give something a name. Dragons have no need for it; they have a different system entirely. He shakes his head slowly, to indicate that he has no name to communicate.

[geneticallyscrewed]

"Oh. Well I suppose I could call you Dragon, or my friend the dragon, if that's what you'd prefer. Unless you want a name because I could do that too."

Henry was starting to feel a little strange doing all of the conversation but it was the best he'd had in months and that included being saved by hell hounds.

"Would you like a name? Or prefer Dragon?" He stopped, realising he couldn't answer unless it was yes or no. "How about you stomp your left paw for a new name and your right paw for Dragon?" He pointed to the left and right as he spoke so Toothless could know what he meant. Seemed the easiest way since he was a very clever dragon.

[no_eels]

He looks closely at Henry, face lifting to look more thoughtful than mildly inconvenienced. Well, if the Viking wants to call him a name, he'll get one. One way or another. And maybe it would be nicer if that name was more imaginative than 'dragon'.

Carefully, the Night Fury pats his left paw down on the ground. His short claws dig into the ground as he does so.

[geneticallyscrewed]

Henry's smile grew when he saw that. "Great! It might take me a little while to find one that suits you. You don't mind waiting, do you?" Having not had a name until now, it was doubtful he would mind but Henry tried to be polite when he could. Just because he wasn't human didn't mean he didn't have feelings.

As he thought about it, Henry slowly stood so he could get a closer look at his new friend. Maybe something about his appearance or his personality would create a good name.

[no_eels]

The Night Fury doesn't move if Henry comes closer, watching him with his large eyes. The little Viking does not, in fact, appear to be armed, and that means that the dragon feels fairly safe in his presence. He's sure his wings weigh more than Henry does. He shakes his head in response to the question — Henry can take his time, of course. It doesn't much matter to the dragon.

[geneticallyscrewed]

Still moving slowly as not to alarm him, Henry walks around him trying to get a good look to see what he could use as a name. Noticing the half tail, he almost touches it but thinks better of it and returns to his front.

"I could call you Tailless, but it just doesn't sound right. You're not tailless, you have half a tail. I wonder how that happened."

Henry shook his head. No, it would have to be something else.

[no_eels]

He continues to look at Henry for a moment in a somewhat beady way, before, very slowly, taking a few steps toward him and giving him a curious sniff. Vikings smell very different from dragons. The Night Fury hangs back as much as he can, though, wary of actually touching him for now.

[geneticallyscrewed]

The moment he saw the dragon advance, Henry stood still. It was only fair since he'd looked around him. His mind was still thinking about names but his eyes were watching every move. Everything seemed to be going okay for now so he didn't say anything or even move. Just waited.

[no_eels]

Toothless draws up nice and close, inches away, his breath warm and smelling vaguely of fish. He puts Henry's scent down to memory, unaware of the fact that he's done so before — as with everyone else. Even his scent doesn't give him any clues as to the event's trickery. He then takes a step back and regards Henry with an almost puzzled, but still slightly aloof, expression.

[geneticallyscrewed]

When Toothless moved back, Henry slowly moved forward. Then, even more slowly reached out a hand. It was a large act of trust on his part that he'd have his hand back at the end of this but he'd been allowed to walk around him and been sniffed himself. This was the next logical step.

His hand stopped a little way from the dragon, letting him make the final move. Henry hoped this was going to work.

[no_eels]

The Night Fury regards Henry's hand warily, at first, baring his teeth a little and narrowing his eyes. But as the hand gets closer, he relaxes. Henry's movements aren't urgent or aggressive, as such. He isn't sure why Henry wants to touch him, but it doesn't seem to be to cause the dragon injury. So, snorting, breath warm, the Night Fury leans forward just slightly and presses his snout gently to Henry's hand.

Just the once. Then he regards him warily, once again, and gets up to walk in a circle around him.

[geneticallyscrewed]

Henry feels so honoured to touch the dragon. He feels strange but nice and once it's over, he lets his hand fall slowly as Toothless walks around him again.

He has no problem with this either. If they're going to be friends, they need to trust each other, right? And everyone knows Henry could use a friend. The dragon looks like he could too. So maybe this would turn out great!