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we go where no one goes

Who: Toothless and you! (open!)
Where: Outside the mansion... and against the side of it.
When: October 29th
Rating: G
Summary: Toothless is back from his canon update. And confused, very confused. Also, the side of the mansion might have a dragon imprint for a short while.
The Story:

It's a fairly sunny early afternoon. Inconspicuous, almost, aside from Storybrooke making way to Wonderland. Birds are singing, fish are happily living a dragon-free existence. But it isn't to last. A winged shadow swoops over the grounds of the mansion — sleek and graceful, at first, and then flailing as the shadow realizes he doesn't have a rider anymore. Toothless stares around at Wonderland as memories come back to him, willy-nilly, and even his new back fins aren't enough to stop the rapid approach of the mansion itself. There's just not enough time.

The Nightfury gives a very loud, almost long-suffering roar as he collides with the side of the mansion, scrambling with his legs — unsuccessfully — to find purchase. He slides down past, and over, several windows, still rumbling loudly as he ends up in a black, leathery heap at the side of the mansion.

For a long moment, the heap is still, and then slowly Toothless rights himself. He examines himself for a moment before licking a paw and raising it to his face, wiping off the dust that he collected from the side of the mansion itself. His side that hit the mansion is sore, but nothing serious has been done. Dragons have to be tough to do what they do.

And now that he's probably scared someone to death inside, he's back. Though his feelings are mixed, given the lack of Hiccup in the vicinity. It could be like the first time, he supposes — ending up on the wrong sides of the mansion. Toothless cleans himself up a bit more before he gets to his feet, making a noise in the back of his throat that distinctly sounds like grumbling.

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He bounces along behind her lightly, speeding up a trot to, gradually, amble away at her side. The image is of a particularly giant dog, one trained to walk at a person's side. Except there was no training in Toothless' case. He walks alongside vikings because he wants to. It's the best way to keep an eye on them. Forward or back, you could miss things. And Toothless definitely doesn't want to miss anything.

The Nightfury gives a low rumble. He remembers how the dining room and the kitchen work, now. Once there, he can show her exactly what he likes to eat.

With a dragon by her side, Bela didn't have much to fear. Toothless seemed to be the protective type, particularly when it came to his friends. It's no wonder why so many people liked him in the first place.

"Guess you'll tell me then, hm?" Bela says as they reach the entrance, pushing the door open for them both. She steps inside first and then waits for the dragon to join her. The more Bela thought about food, the more she wanted to get something for herself as well.

Trilling softly, Toothless trots into the mansion and quite eagerly leads the way. Out of all of the locations inside, this is the one he knows like the back of his hand. He reaches it in no time at all, only glancing behind him once or twice to make sure that Bela's keeping up. But he's absolutely keeping an eye on her, all the same.

While the mansion gives him food, it also presents danger every once in a while; the Nightfury's learned to be cautious.

His eagerness amuses her and it only serves to endear Toothless all the more to Bela. She manages to keep up with him as he heads in the direction of the kitchen, occasionally bursting into a quick jog until they both end up in the room.

Bela moves to the refrigerator and takes out the carton of milk for herself. Then she fetches her designated mug from the cupboard, pouring a dash of milk into it, putting on the kettle to boil. The last important step was the teabag which she places in the cup, standing back to wait on the kettle.

Toothless observes Bela's movements for a second, as if trying to figure out what she's making for herself, before a rumble comes from his stomach and he gets back on track. He paws open the door of the refrigerator — it had taken some finesse, at first, but now the Nightfury has it down. To the detriment of the fridge's contents. Luckily, they refill.

Fish spills out onto the floor, called from the dragon's hungry mind, and Toothless immediately starts snapping them up, a pleased rumble in the back of his throat.

Bela thinks she has seen everything until a dragon opens the refrigerator in front of her. She makes a face at the sight of the fish landing on the floor, looking away while he ate them. Raw fish wasn't exactly a favourite of hers. Besides, she had tea to prepare.

Which is what she does when the kettle boils, making quick work of it. Now all Bela had to think of what to eat with her tea; it just won't be fish.

She settles on toast and marmalade, making it just as quickly as the tea before turning to look at Toothless.

"You seem to be enjoying the fish."

Unfortunately for her, when the Nightfury looks up to trill an affirmative his jaws are still full of raw fish. This seems to be an ecstatic sort of confirmation. In fact, enjoying is putting things lightly. He looks almost smug as he continues to vacuum up the rest of the fish on the floor, smacking his 'lips' with his slimy tongue.

He won't stop until his belly is full, and he's got quite a big belly.

"Ew." Bela wrinkles her nose in disgust before turning away from him. She'll wait until he was finished and then she would check in on him again. Besides, Bela had tea to drink and toast to eat- that took priority at the moment.

At least Toothless seemed to be doing better than when she first found him outside the mansion. That experience did nothing to get ride of his appetite.

Toothless smacks up his last fish, completely oblivious to Bela's disgust as he enthusiastically finishes up his meal. He might be away from Hiccup and back in Wonderland, but the Nightfury is well-cared for and surrounded by many fine vikings here.

He finally finishes his 'sushi' and comes up next to her, sitting down and trilling softly, sniffing curiously. What is it that she's eating?

A fed dragon seems to be a happy dragon, so Bela should be pleased that Toothless was doing just fine. She just didn't necessarily approve of what he ate, that was all.

She turns to see him beside her, wondering what he was doing until he sniffed. "Oh. You want to know what this is?" Bela asks, gesturing to her toast with a free hand. "This is toast and marmalade. I don't know if you would like it."

Or maybe he was the kind of dragon that ate everything.

Mostly, he just wants to investigate the scent.

Although there's a part of the dragon that really doesn't stop looking for food, even if it's food that's unfamiliar. It might not smell fishy, but that hasn't put him off before. Mostly, he knows just enough manners that things on counters are not to be grabbed if someone is attending to them.

If it spills on the floor, that's another thing.

He snuffles loudly at the toast and marmalade before trilling softly. It smells... odd. Then again, some vikings eat very odd things.

"What a curious thing you are." Bela muses quietly to herself before breaking off a piece of the toast and marmalade, placing it down on the floor for him. "Go on. Try it. Might be something else you'll like."

And it smells a heck of a lot better than raw fish.

She eats the last part of her food and washes it down with some tea, waiting patiently to see what Toothless would do. Was he going to accept her offering of food or not? Only time would tell.

Far be it for Toothless to ignore food when offered. He rumbles in the back of his throat, looking at Bela as if to make sure that she's really giving him a bit of her food, and then licks up the piece of toast with one slimy sweep of his tongue.

Luckily, it's on the floor, and the floor in here has undoubtedly seen worse.

Toothless swallows the piece with an enthusiastic gulp before he's really tested the flavor to see if he likes it. For a moment, his face is impassive, confused. And then, a moment later, he grimaces, sticking out his tongue and making a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. Apparently marmalade doesn't agree with dragons.

He makes a few more of those grimacing, oh-woe-is-me rumbles before shaking his head sharply, as if that will banish the flavor from his tongue.

Bela waits with baited breath when he eats the piece of food, wondering what his reaction would be. It was always possible that she could find him something other than fish to feed on, offer a little variety in his diet.

But as it turns out, the marmalade and toast was not to the dragon's liking. At least he went for it, that much could be said. "Sorry." She winces in sympathy at him, taking a few steps forward to pat his head gently. "Definitely not giving you marmalade ever again."

She thinks for a moment before going to the sink and filling up a bottle of water for Toothless, bringing it back over to him. "Here. Maybe you should drink this. It might get the taste out." Bela gingerly tips the bottle towards the dragon's mouth, quite wary about it.

The Nightfury looks confused for a moment, tracking Bela's movements with the bottle, as if he can't quite wrap his head around what she's proposing. But then he recalls Hiccup's father pouring something out of a flask. It wasn't like this in shape, but perhaps the concept is generally the same.

He opens his mouth for her.

At first, the short white teeth in his bright gums are there, but after a second they retract right in. It makes him look comical, rather than vaguely menacing.

She waits until he opens his mouth, watching as the teeth disappear. "Toothless. What an interesting trick." It made Bela feel all the more relaxed about putting her hand near a dragon's mouth.

Bela is careful while she pours the water into his mouth, a tiny bit at a time. She was sure that he would give her a sign that when he had his fill. "That's it. This will help you, yeah?"

Her tone is soothing and kind, treating the dragon with compassion. Bela knows that he wasn't hers but it was nice to take care of an animal.

Toothless closes his eyes softly as he drinks the water, tilting his head up to swallow. His mouth is so overly large that a bit of it spills out, a mouth for catching fish rather than effectively drinking. He doesn't spill any on Bela, at least. After a few mouthfuls, he rumbles quietly and licks at the edges of his mouth.

All clear of the dreaded marmalade.

He takes it one further, though, and licks Bela's hand in appreciation.

For her first time giving a dragon water, Bela was doing pretty well. It seemed to be doing the trick for him and that was a relief. That, and the fact that he didn't cover her with water either. When he seemed finished she takes the bottle away from him and places it on the kitchen counter.

The hand licking was his way of saying thank you, Bela supposed. Even if it did make her wrinkle her nose a little.

"You're welcome." She couldn't be annoyed at him for too long.

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