entrancelogs | everyone smiles at me

Who: Toothless, Mirror!Toothless, and you.
Where: Anywhere!
When: Anytime during the Body Snatcher event.
Rating: PG for now, could be higher later. Mirror!Toothless is in charge and he likes to hurt people.
Summary: Mirror!Toothless remembers this place. There were plenty of unsuspecting people to chase, last time. He wonders if it'll be the same, this time.
The Story:

Toothless doesn't understand it.

It doesn't even matter which dragon you're referring to, though one never received the name Toothless or befriended a Viking boy. One prefers to play fetch and eat fish, and the other prefers to chase down Vikings and eat them. In fact, he's fairly well known for it.

But today there are two dragons at home, and one is much more feral. It matters in terms of pure strength — the Night Fury with a taste for Viking blood has been through more by himself, and he's grown self-sufficient on the other side of the mirrors. When he was on the other side. Now all he remembers is vines that pinned him down and hurt, and now he has a body that feels the same — and yet, somehow, different. He doesn't get it.

He prowls the mansion, looking for familiar and strange faces. But it doesn't matter which kind he finds, as he readily stalks either unless given a reason not to. Sometimes, though, for an hour or two at a time, Toothless takes back his own mind. It's exhausting to mentally fight such a creature, like backing a rabid dog into a corner, and it leaves him drooping and in search of the kitchens for food. Sometimes he just falls asleep wherever he is — in the corridors, in the garden, in the woods. A person could find him just about anywhere.

[ooc: If you want Mirror!Toothless to come after your character, PM me or get a hold of me on Plurk. Otherwise I'll just default to stalking.]

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Funny enough, Blake was thinking on the same problems as the dragon. He couldn't imagine Johnny doing anything beneficial with a dragon at his disposal, and if Toothless didn't cooperate, the Mirror would probably take out his frustrations with violence.

No, Blake didn't want anything like that happening. Still, he wasn't quite ready to walk away, and for the time being, he had a lot of confidence (albeit tired confidence) in the both of them keeping it together.

Scratching at his friend's back, he smiled encouragingly. "Gonna be okay, don't worry. You're you, I'm me. Gonna be fine for a coupla minutes," he assured. "Just you an' me, keepin' an eye out."

That sounds logical enough. Toothless knows — from experience, now — that it will be a little while before the other dragon tries to take control. And he will. The Night Fury is too tired to argue for very long, these days. But for now, it's just he and Blake. And the grounds, which are pleasantly quiet.

So he nods, nudging his head gently against Blake's leg. He's glad to see his friend, very glad, and hates that whatever is going on is undermining the both of them like this.

Whether they realize it or not, Blake and Toothless are thinking similar thoughts. It's awfully disconcerting to know that your body's being controlled by another entity, more so that it's being used against friends. More than a few people have mentioned run-ins with Johnny, and few speak in a way that suggests it went well.

With the nudge, John feels it appropriate enough to lean on the dragon a little heavily than he might normally. If he were a more sentimental man, he might lay himself across Toothless' back and just listen to him breathe, but he's never quite been that kind of person.

"When we get through this, oughta do somethin' fun, you an' me. Winter's gonna be here soon. You like the snow? Think we went out in it together last year." And that's something to think in of itself, isn't it? They'll have shared this place for a year soon enough.

Slowly, the Night Fury nods. He enjoys the increased pressure from Blake leaning on him. It feels more like Berk, like Hiccup collapsing on him after another long day spent in the blacksmith's. The dragon rumbles, because it doesn't seem that long ago that he arrived.

And yet, it's been almost a year, hasn't it? A natural progression of seasons.

This place is starting to feel more like home than anywhere else.

If only there were a more appropriate way to communicate with a dragon. Blake himself finds Wonderland to be more of a home than he'd ever experienced in Gotham. The logical part of him says that he should know better — that he can't stay in Wonderland forever — but for all that he tries, Wonderland comes up in his mind well before Gotham when he considers where he'd really like to be.

The rumbling makes him rumble back in kind, a low, throaty imitation of the dragon's noise because that's what feels right. They don't quite need to talk, right? They've never needed that brand of communication, even if John employs it often.

Sometimes, though, it's the friends that are comfortable in silence that hold the best kind of bond.

Still, after a second, he grumbles, "I'm tired. How 'bout you?"

Toothless rumbles again — this time, it's almost a groan of agreement. This whole thing has exhausted the dragon to his known limits. He'd rather fly for days than deal with such a feeling of mental exhaustion. He can barely understand what that is, for starters. The Night Fury closes his eyes and lets out a loud, gusting sigh, yawning and displaying all of his short, white teeth.

"Maybe if we hang out here together, we can nap," he suggests, and it's only half-joke. Honestly, he can tell his friend's tired, and he's already stated his stance. Rest would do them both good, too, if only there were some kind of solid assurance Toothless won't break bad in the meantime and gobble Blake up, or (much more likely), that Johnny won't take over and do something arguably worse than chomping on someone.

Blake lets out a long breath and slides down next to the dragon, shoulder leaned up against the large creature. He yawns as well. "Bet we'd be safe here with each other."

Sleep is the doorway that the other dragon uses to wrestle control, when Toothless is groggy and not in full command of his own mind. But sleep is also necessary. It's a cruel sort of situation. Toothless stays still, though, providing a solid support for leaning, and nods just slightly.

At least if the Mirrors took over, he thinks, it wouldn't be the two of them harrowing out any abuse at each other.

Blake doesn't mind the risk, especially where exhaustion's involved. It's one thing to work through the pain, a whole other to render yourself useless (or close to). His fingers spread out and he gives Toothless an appeasing scratch, letting out an affirmative noise. "Mm hm, got your back, man," he manages, but he's actually quite comfortable against his dragon friend.

Fighting to keep his eyes open, he tries to tell a story to keep himself alert and awake. "Had a dream 'bout you an' me the other night. We were walkin' in the woods. Came across a river an' when you put your paw in, it froze. We—" He chuckles a little. "We went skatin', an' you kept scratchin' at the frozen fish under the ice. Woke up laughin', so I knew it was a good dream."

Toothless listens with interest, especially at the mention of fish. He misses when he only hungered for things with scales. The more the other dragon is in control, the more memories he has of tearing into muscle and bone while the Viking in question screamed. Memories of the other side of the mirrors. Or perhaps dreams — he can't really tell the difference.

He gives a soft little snort that might be laughter. Skating?

Choosing to interpret it as laughter, Blake sits up a bit and fixes the dragon with a look, even if Toothless probably can't see it. "Hey, don't laugh," he chides, but it's all in good fun, and it leads him right into actually relaxing down against the dragon's side, cheek pressed against that black surface.

"Wasn't like we were all that good at it," he says, eyes closing as he tries to remember the wisps of memories. "Both ended up slippin' an' slidin' 'round like fools, anyway." But it's a really great mental image, and Blake had to admit that he appreciates feeling comfortable enough to share it. Who knew dragons made such good friends!

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