☾ nightfury at the gates (open)

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Who: Toothless and you.
Where: Outside the mansion, pretty much anywhere.
When: 6/23
Rating: This is a kid's movie! (G. I'll update if it changes!)
Summary: Toothless arrives back at the mansion without any memory of it. ...'Arrives' is probably oversimplifying it. 'Crashes' is more accurate.

The Story:

It's funny, but Toothless doesn't remember hedges in Berk. He doesn't even know what a hedge is, in fact, but the shape in front of him strikes him as Viking-made. Plants don't actually grow like that, do they? Is he on some weird new island where the plants are different?

All he remembers is flying — and then not flying.

Speaking of which, with a quiet cry of alarm, the Nightfury lurches to his feet. Hiccup! Was he thrown clear? Where is he? The area around him is large, and he can also smell — is that a beach, maybe beyond the treeline? For a moment, he stands unnaturally still, trying to pinpoint the sound of his best friend's voice. But all he hears are unfamiliar voices, and the rustling of wind through trees. It only makes the thrill of horror in his chest greater, and Toothless immediately sets off at a run.

Or he tries to, at least.

His thoughts being as distracted as they are, his mad dash is foiled by the fish pond being in the way. The Nightfury plunges, unintentionally, underneath the surface, and comes up with wide green eyes, scrambling for the shore amidst the frantic movements of fish beneath him. Such is the gravity of the situation that the fish don't even factor into his mind, just yet. He comes back up on land and this time sets off at a much more successful run, soaking wet and wings tucked tight to his body for greater speed.

Every once in a while, he lets out a loud, long, distressed sounding call — sort of the dragon version of Hey! Where are you? With the speed of his movements, hopefully no one will find themselves in his way.

[ooc: Both prose and action spam are fine by me.]

Comments

[mph]

[ The Night Fury might have the speed advantage in the sky, but on the land no one is faster than Speed. It's all in the name, that's why he chose it. He's dashing around the grounds, trying to find a way out or anything at all that might be useful, when suddenly he zips to a stop right next to the distressed beast. ]

Woah, you're a dragon.

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[It feels almost like a breeze, at first. A very curious, violent breeze, and then — and then suddenly there's a viking next to him. What in the...

Toothless makes a surprised noise akin to a squawk (thankfully Hiccup isn't around to hear it, or he'd never hear the end) and lurches to the side a few steps, following it up with a growl just to save face as he eyes the viking in question. Where in the gods had he come from...]

[mph]

[ When Toothless squawks and stumbles, Tommy stumbles back as well on nimble feet. His hands shoot up in surrender; the last thing he wants to be is a dragon lunch kebab. ]

Hey, hey, calm down, you win, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, promise.

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[Standing there, Toothless' astonished brain catches up to him. He does know that hand gesture and it's encouraging, when he's in such a strange place with vikings that he doesn't know. He doesn't want to make the viking nervous, either, and so Toothless gives a friendly rumble in his direction.

It's okay. He won't hurt you either, strange viking who came out of nowhere.]

[mph]

[ So this dragon. Is kind of like a cat, right? That's how he's acting at least. Tommy's ready to speed off in an instant, but he stands his ground for the moment. ]

We're good? You're not going to eat me or set me on fire?

[ Does he really expect an answer? No. He's just stunned by actual Dragon. ]

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[It's a perfectly valid question by the Nightfury's reckoning, being that dragons with a malicious alpha will do all kinds of harm to vikings. But not Toothless. Not anymore, not unless he's protecting someone.

So he shakes his head, canting it to the side.]

[mph]

Cool. That's great.

[ He's still a little wary though, but not wary enough not to zip forward to touch Toothless' wings. ]

I've never seen an actual dragon before, this is pretty cool. I'm Tommy by the way. I'd ask if you've got a name but you probably couldn't tell me it anyway.

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[Toothless looks at him warily for a moment, watching, before lowering his wing again and allowing Tommy to keep touching him. He'll just have to get used to how fast the viking is, it seems. It reminds him more or less of himself, in the air, when he's stretched out in a dive. But Toothless can't get to those speeds on his legs.

It's admirable, really. He sniffs at Tommy, wondering if, perhaps, his whole viking tribe is fast, like him...]

[mph]

[ Being sniffed by a large creature is weird, but it isn't the first time (which is perhaps even weirder). The difference this time was that, unlike Old Lace, this dragon wasn't actively being aggressive towards him. The opposite, actually, kind of like a really large puppy. He continues to feet his wings, zipping around to the other side of him to take a look at the other. ]

You've got some awesome wingspan--you fast?

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[The Nightfury watches Tommy, and then, at the question, shifts a little. He holds his head just a bit higher, body posture proudly perking up. Fast? Of course he's fast. He's the fastest dragon in Berk. Not that any viking here would know it, of course. This place seems to be quite a distance from Berk.

How far? He has no idea.

But he gives an assured rumble in the back of his throat. He's very fast, viking.]

[mph]

[ Yeah, he can't understand that. He doesn't speak dragon. ]

One day I'm going to meet something as fast as me that isn't trying to kidnap my brother. Too bad that'll never happen, right buddy?

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[Toothless cants his head to the side, eyes growing wider. In contrast to his ambiguous rumble, he suddenly oozes confusion as he looks at Tommy. Why are people trying to kidnap your nestmate, fast viking friend?

Are they trying to do it here, he wonders, glancing at the mansion. There's all sorts of danger. He knows that from the other vikings he's talked to. This is a very strange island indeed.]

[mph]

[ Now confusion, confusion he can read. He scratches toothless behind the dragon ear like the big cat he really seems to be, and shrugs. ] Not here, I mean aside from the obvious all of us getting kidnapped thing. It's a long story--it's got a whole lot to do with magic, and legacy bullshit and my entire family being a huge pain in the ass--you probably don't actually understand a word I'm saying, are you hungry or something?

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[Hungry!

The Nightfury's confusion melts off of his body as he opens his mouth, making an excited sort of panting at the question. Boy, is he hungry. He's been working up an appetite, running around here and looking for Hiccup. He still needs to look, of course, but isn't it better to do on an empty stomach?

Trilling in the back of his throat, Toothless' eyes widen. Do you have food, new friend?]

[mph]

Okay, you're hungry! Sit tight, back in a flash.

[ He runs off then, and in half a second he's back with a large fish in one arm and a rump roast in the other. He asked the kitchen what a dragon eats and, well, that's what he got.

Could be worse, could be a charred child or a whole lamb. ]

How's this?

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[Toothless opens his mouth wide, which seems to be dragon for 'works fine for me'. He feels just a bit guilty for putting off the search for Hiccup, but there's only so much a dragon can be expected to do on an empty stomach.

With any luck, the kind vikings on this island have been feeding Hiccup, too.]