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Lightning and death (open)
Who: Toothless, and you
When: Day 147
Where: The corridors. Or realistically, anywhere.
What: A Nightfury has arrived in the Science Center!
He goes to sleep next to Hiccup's bed, but that's not where he awakens.
The bed is empty, for one thing, and an unnatural shade of white that reminds him of sheep wool cleaned by rain. So does the rest of the room, for that matter. He stares at it for only a moment before scouring the room for scents. Toothless finds none, aside from his, and starts to paw at the tiny little door. Everything about this room bothers him. It's not right. And why are the ceilings so tiny?
It takes some doing to get past the door. Mostly, to open it, as the door seems to be wider than other doors he encounters. His folded wingspan fits easily enough. This he finds out shortly after escaping, rushing out into the space beyond and taking a sharp look up and down the corridor.
All of this sheep-white is going to make him hungry, soon. But the Nightfury's usual appetite is cut by confusion. Where's Hiccup? Where's anyone? How did they move him while he was unaware? Why does the little black box tucked into his saddle sometimes chirp at him?
Green eyes wide, Toothless begins to move cautiously through the Science Center. Maybe there are answers elsewhere. Maybe Hiccup is wandering. Luckily, the corridors are wide enough that his twenty-foot length can navigate them a fair amount of ease. The leather saddle on his back, connected to a leather artificial fin on his tail, is the only immediate indication that Toothless is no wholly wild dragon.
When: Day 147
Where: The corridors. Or realistically, anywhere.
What: A Nightfury has arrived in the Science Center!
He goes to sleep next to Hiccup's bed, but that's not where he awakens.
The bed is empty, for one thing, and an unnatural shade of white that reminds him of sheep wool cleaned by rain. So does the rest of the room, for that matter. He stares at it for only a moment before scouring the room for scents. Toothless finds none, aside from his, and starts to paw at the tiny little door. Everything about this room bothers him. It's not right. And why are the ceilings so tiny?
It takes some doing to get past the door. Mostly, to open it, as the door seems to be wider than other doors he encounters. His folded wingspan fits easily enough. This he finds out shortly after escaping, rushing out into the space beyond and taking a sharp look up and down the corridor.
All of this sheep-white is going to make him hungry, soon. But the Nightfury's usual appetite is cut by confusion. Where's Hiccup? Where's anyone? How did they move him while he was unaware? Why does the little black box tucked into his saddle sometimes chirp at him?
Green eyes wide, Toothless begins to move cautiously through the Science Center. Maybe there are answers elsewhere. Maybe Hiccup is wandering. Luckily, the corridors are wide enough that his twenty-foot length can navigate them a fair amount of ease. The leather saddle on his back, connected to a leather artificial fin on his tail, is the only immediate indication that Toothless is no wholly wild dragon.
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Well, the point is that Loki is used to seeing strange and theoretically impossible creatures. Therefore, when he comes across Toothless, he's not overly surprised nor is he frightened.
If anything, he moves forward, slowly so as to not startle the dragon. He doesn't particularly feel like being burned to a crisp today. That is what dragons normally do, right? Breathe fire?
He stops a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back and a grin on his face. "Hello Mr. Dragon!"
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A little Viking who isn't afraid of him.
Toothless feels a tiny surge of hope at the voice, but looking up he makes note that this is some other Viking. Not Hiccup. He looks friendly, at least, and his attire... well, it's vaguely familiar. Much more familiar than what most Vikings in this place seem to wear. Toothless has broken away those who have been showing him the ropes, just long enough to get lost again in his frantic search for his best friend.
He scrutinizes Loki just a moment before he sits down, blinking his big green eyes at the little one and rumbling. Hello!
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And with that, he moves close enough to Toothless to pet him on the snout, his grin fearless. "After all, it would be terribad if you tried to kill me before I've yet to do anything to warrant it."
He takes a step back. "My name's Loki. Do you have a name, Mr. Dragon?"
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Oh, wait, he'd asked a question.
Toothless nods. He does have a name, though it will take a lucky game of charades, perhaps, to get it across.
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He puts a hand to his chin. "I suppose it would be difficult indeed to speak your name if you can not speak. Though, it leaves the problem of what I am to call you a complete mystery."
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All that remains is the Charades, then, though he doesn't know it by that name.
Toothless opens his mouth to Loki and then retracts the short teeth into his pink gums, using one paw to make a point of it.