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entrancelogs2013-08-16 05:00 pm
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Not what you know
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.
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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Though he's still unsure about moving very much closer, he at least stops crouching and sits up properly with his head tilted to the side.
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But...it isn't coming closer to claim it. Is that because James is there? ...Probably. James is a little hesitant to take it, afraid that it might be a trap and that he might get growled at for touching it...but eventually he summons up what Gryffindor courage he has in him and grabs the plate. And then, carefully, he sets it on the floor, where it might be easier for the dragon to get at.
If the dragon doesn't come over to claim it after a moment or so, James will bend down and inch the plate a bit closer to him.
"Go ahead. It's yours!"
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When he's done, there's nothing left; for all intents and purposes, he's been a fish vacuum. And Toothless' mood is, apparently, improved, as he trills and looks with more curiosity than suspicion at James.
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"Huh. I wonder what you are..." James knows that this is a dragon, of course, and that he can't reply, but he's never seen anything like him before. Granted, he's never seen any sort of dragon in person before, but he's never even heard of one like this - all black and very tiny.
The dragon does seem more calm though, and that noise was so far away from terrifying that James catches himself smiling.
"Feeling a bit better now, are we?"
It feels a little ridiculous to be trying to talk to an animal, but it's honestly going much easier than his conversations with other humans have gone during this event.
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He doesn't recall seeing this Viking around, but... clearly he's not so bad, if he'd helped him reach his food.
So, feeling a little more daring, the Night Fury takes a few more steps closer to James, eyes wide, and sniffs at him.
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He's a little startled at first at being sniffed at, but he holds out his hand out to the dragon. He actually reminds James a bit of a dog, and that's generally how one handles strange dogs that aren't openly hostile, right? You hold out your hand in a fist and see if it likes what its smelling. James assumes it can't hurt things.
Though, the similarity actually makes James miss Padfoot quite a bit, and it makes his heart ache.
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And what he likes is to approach the Viking by a few more steps and snuffle warmly at his hand, like a winged pet making up its mind about his scent.
Evidently, he likes what he smells, because he presses his nose against James' palm.
You can pet me, if you like, the gesture seems to say. His eyes are focused on the Viking as he does so. One abrupt move and the Night Fury could balk, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
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Slowly, trying his best not to make any sudden moves, he pets the dragon like one might go about petting a dog, running his hand in long strokes against his head and stopping to gently scratch behind his ears. ...Or at least he assumes those are ears. He's sure the dragon will make it clear if he's doing it wrong either way.
"You're not so scary," he says quietly.
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Toothless opens his eyes again and looks at James, utterly wounded (though not pulling away from the attention). Not frightening? He's fairly certain he is. The Vikings do make it a habit to avoid him, for the most part.
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"What? That's not a bad thing," he elaborates. "And I'm sure you've terrorized more than your fair share of villagers, or whatever scary things you do at home."
It's so easy to be himself, or rather how he used to be, around this dragon. It's easy to talk when he knows he's not going to be judged, and when he's at least sort of vaguely convinced he's not going to have his hands bitten off. It's just a lot simpler than trying to talk to people lately.
James doesn't stop petting the dragon though, happy to give him the attention. The dragon even purrs and it's so adorable that James can barely handle it.
"I just meant you're a good dragon," he says. "And you are utterly terrifying, and I am so, so sorry to have suggested otherwise."
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He likes this, so far. It's nice. He doesn't feel quite so alone, in the big Viking house with no limits.
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But as soon as he's up he's smiling and right back to scratching behind the dragon's ears with two hands. It really is nice - a lot nicer than he would have imagined it would be. If someone told him he'd be hanging out with a dragon, he would have laughed in their face or assumed that by "hanging out with" they meant "being burned to a crisp by". But this really is pleasant.
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