Lightning and death (open)

[no_eels]

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.

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[foundacause]

It's more edible than the disgusting frozen fish, that's for sure. And hey, at least she isn't feeding him vodka...

The cough catches her by surprise though. Maybe giving him liquor instead of water was a bad idea.

"Easy there, sugar."

[no_eels]

He keeps the liquid down, at least, and then marvels at how it seems to race through him and make him tingle. What a strange thing. And she's going to drink more of it?

...well, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. It also makes him feel a bit warm in the paws.

Toothless nods. He's got it under control. He promises.

[foundacause]

The warming feeling is the best. Pity it takes Meg a lot of alcohol to get there these days. On the plus side it means Meg tends to avoid the hangovers too.

"So, aside from eating - what else do oversized lizards do?"

[no_eels]

Toothless considers. There's eating, sleeping, flying — which he can't do, because Hiccup isn't here with him. Drawing things with sticks in the mud. Watching Vikings. Still, there isn't enough room in here to fly anyway. He won't be asked to prove it, will he?

So he extends his wings proudly.

[foundacause]

"Huh. Flying. I guess the saddle isn't just for decoration then. Thought you weren't a pet?"

Sassing a dragon? Why not?

"Maybe one day you'll be able to show me..."

[no_eels]

He sighs quietly in response, but nothing more. Toothless is used to some measure of sassing. Hiccup is full of it, especially when he's frustrated about something. Normally it's not always fun, but Meg's teasing seems to be good-natured. So he'll put up with it.

The Night Fury nods. He'll be a showoff sometime. As soon as he can get outside.

[foundacause]

Hiccup and Meg. A team fated to never be. Which is probably a good thing for Hiccup, because let's be real - Meg could and would eat him for breakfast.

Meg leans over to pet the edge of Toothless' snout.

[no_eels]

Toothless' giant green eyes slide shut. A few pets in, a rumble starts up very quietly in the back of his throat. It grows stronger and stronger, slowly, with more attention. This is one dragon who eats up attention.

[foundacause]

Okay, so he's kind of cute for an oversized lizard. And no, Meg isn't going soft. She could kill him if she wanted to. She just doesn't feel like it. And he's practically purring and... she's totally not going soft.

"Huh... You're not so tough after all, are you?"

[no_eels]

At first, the Night Fury is lost to her attention. The rumble heads off into a higher direction, now sounding very much like a cat's purr. And then, sluggishly, he realizes that she spoke. He opens one eye and makes a vaguely indignant noise, which just briefly increases the volume of that purr.

But his heart really isn't in it. He's aware, if only a little, that he doesn't exactly strike fear into anyone's heart when he's imitating a feline.

[foundacause]

She's tempted to try rubbing his belly but she also doesn't want to risk getting her arm mauled off. After all, her pet angel looks harmless enough but he could kill most the people here if he wanted to.

"Who's a pretty lizard?" Still not going soft.

[no_eels]

Oh, he is, definitely him. That's what the rumbling purr seems to say, at least, as his eyes both close again and he collapses onto his stomach. Meg can pet him all she wants, now; he won't even get indignant if she babies him.

[foundacause]

That's better. And in a totally-not-going-soft-over-the-adorable-pet kind of way, Meg resumes her petting and her scritching in all the places pets usually love.

How would the Winchester and the angel react if she takes a pet dragon home? Probably best not to find out.