☾ nightfury at the gates (open)

[no_eels]

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

[no_eels]

His rumbling turns more throaty and rough, the longer Al rubs, until it's simply like he's petting a giant cat with a similarly huge motor in his throat. But at the question, Toothless does make an attempt to pay attention. He opens his eyes, making a quiet noise of agreement. The viking is kind to volunteer, and he knows it.

[seekingbrother]

Al grins and tries scratching under Toothless' chin now, completely enamored with the purring. He really is like a giant cat right now, which is completely and utterly adorable.

Not that he'd say such out loud, of course. Wouldn't want to damage his pride, you know.

[no_eels]

There is some considerable pride under those black scales, behind the large green eyes, but Toothless is wrapped up in the scritchings that he's receiving. His purr just gets louder as Al scratches against the slightly rougher scales on his chin, scales right up against the bone. They get itchy quite easily, and Toothless has learned to turn to Hiccup for help where they're concerned. Al is just as good, for the moment.

[seekingbrother]

Alphonse's other hand joins the first, seeing as Toothless just has so much chin to scratch. He's more than happy to soothe that itch, now that he knows the dragon is enjoying it. Oh, he knows it'll be sooner rather than later that he'll get antsy and want to go, and Al has his own interrupted exercise to get back to anyway. But for now, he's taking full advantage of the opportunity.

[no_eels]

Toothless' rumbles are vibrating his chin, now, traveling through his sleek frame and making a few of his attachments clink against the harness. For this moment, everything else goes to the back of the dragon's mind — it just feels so nice.

Then Al's hands graze that special spot at the back of his chin, along his jaw, and with a louder rumble, the Nightfury completely collapses into a rumbling pile of black scales on the ground, mouth hanging open slightly.

[seekingbrother]

Al breaks out laughing at that, making sure to get that spot with plenty of nice scratchings. "Wow, you really like this, don't'cha buddy?"

[no_eels]

He is, for the moment, completely dead to the world, as long as Al keeps hitting that part of his hide. It's impossible for him to reach and very, very difficult to rub against something, and always becomes very itchy due to the way the scales interact. As a result, when it's scratched by a viking, it turns dragons into pudding. Most dragons, at least.

Toothless' tongue lols out of his mouth as he lets out a slightly higher whine. Don't stop, please, Al!

[seekingbrother]

And he won't, not for a good while, anyway. But eventually his legs start to get numb from staying in that position for so long, and he's forced to stop at least long enough to get feeling back into them.

He grins at Toothless and pats his head, stretching out a tingling leg. "Feeling better now?"

[no_eels]

After a long, boneless moment, the Nightfury lifts his head back up and trills. It almost sounds sleepy. In truth, he's finding it hard to coordinate his actions at the moment. He'll be needing a few more minutes before he does anything like sit up, or walk.

The answer is most definitely a yes.