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toofless
[Today Toothless woke up, and felt Different.]
[The first sort of Different was because he was himself again, and this warranted bounding around the room, outside the room, up and down the hallway, outside, and in and out of several shops before he stopped to investigate the other kind of Different.]
[He hadn't even noticed it at first, so thrilled was he to be in his real body again.]
[But then he realized... there IS SOMETHING ON HIS TAIL.]
[And in the middle of the patch of lawn in front of the hotel he and the women he'd been following were staying in, the Night Fury had turned to snarl and snap at whatever was hanging onto him, expecting it to be, like, that annoying little dragon that had been following him around for so long or something.]
[... But no. It's... a fin. Sort of like the one that Hiccup had built for him so that they could fly together, but... it works on its own, without needing aid from the young Viking's foot.]
[.... Toothless knows instantly what he is going to do with it.]
[With one powerful beat of his wings, he TAKES THE HELL OFF.]
[Does he tell anyone where he's going? Nope.]
[He doesn't care.]
[He is going to go and find his human. RIGHT NOW.]
[... But behind him on the ground, a lone Bagon watches its trainer (... does it even count as a trainer anymore? Aren't trainers supposed to be HUMAN?) sail away on giant wings and just... sighs. Jealous. :(]
[ooc: OOPS I FORGOT IT'S SNOWY. oh well. If any of you want to see Toothless flyin' or possibly have an encounter with him, feel free to tag! He probably looks... like a Pokemon to some people. 8I]
[The first sort of Different was because he was himself again, and this warranted bounding around the room, outside the room, up and down the hallway, outside, and in and out of several shops before he stopped to investigate the other kind of Different.]
[He hadn't even noticed it at first, so thrilled was he to be in his real body again.]
[But then he realized... there IS SOMETHING ON HIS TAIL.]
[And in the middle of the patch of lawn in front of the hotel he and the women he'd been following were staying in, the Night Fury had turned to snarl and snap at whatever was hanging onto him, expecting it to be, like, that annoying little dragon that had been following him around for so long or something.]
[... But no. It's... a fin. Sort of like the one that Hiccup had built for him so that they could fly together, but... it works on its own, without needing aid from the young Viking's foot.]
[.... Toothless knows instantly what he is going to do with it.]
[With one powerful beat of his wings, he TAKES THE HELL OFF.]
[Does he tell anyone where he's going? Nope.]
[He doesn't care.]
[He is going to go and find his human. RIGHT NOW.]
[... But behind him on the ground, a lone Bagon watches its trainer (... does it even count as a trainer anymore? Aren't trainers supposed to be HUMAN?) sail away on giant wings and just... sighs. Jealous. :(]
[ooc: OOPS I FORGOT IT'S SNOWY. oh well. If any of you want to see Toothless flyin' or possibly have an encounter with him, feel free to tag! He probably looks... like a Pokemon to some people. 8I]
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...such neglect.
Date: 2011-12-12 05:29 pm (UTC)At least, until a familiar whistling noise sung through the air. It was the kind of sound that, back home, would shoot fear into the hearts of vikings and cause them to yell a warning call. There was a Night Fury nearby. Hiccup looks up, eyes wide because that is a noise that he loves and has experienced at a close range. He's ridden a Night Fury, after all.
But that is not the only reason his eyes go wide. Toothless wasn't capable of flying on his own--and yet, there he was. Speeding across the sky.]
TOOTHLESS!
[Hiccup scrambles to his feet, stuffing the gear into his bag before tossing it over his shoulder so he can wave both arms at his friend.]
BUDDY, HEY! DOWN HERE!
Toothless is kind of a terrible trainer.
Date: 2011-12-12 06:03 pm (UTC)[But unlike when they first met, when Toothless would surely have rocketed off into the sky and never returned if the contraption hadn't been dependent on Hiccup to work, this time? Escaping into the blue is the last thing on Toothless' mind.]
[At the sound of the familiar shout from far below, the tiny black shape up in the sky folds its wings almost flat and comes shooting downwards like some kind of MISSILE.]
[There. There it is. The thing he's been looking for.]
[In what probably seems like mere milliseconds before a disastrous crash with the ground, Toothless's wings shoot open again and send him aloft JUST enough for a semi-chaotic running landing. Straight at Hiccup.]
[c: LOOK. LOOK AT ME. I CAN FLY.]
Did Hiccup teach him nothing...
Date: 2011-12-13 12:32 am (UTC)And then there is a missile. And the missile doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon?
Hiccup takes a few steps back at the dragon's approach, tripping over himself and falling to the ground. On reflex, he squeezes his eyes shut, but since he isn't trampled...he peeks up to Toothless as the widest grin stretches.]
Toothless, you're back to normal! [He manages to get back on his feet, hand running over the black scales as he moves along Toothless's side.] This is amazing, but... How are you flying?
:( At least not when it comes to getting along with other dragons!
Date: 2011-12-15 10:02 pm (UTC)[He lets out a happy, rumbling croon and gives the boy a few messy licks to the face as he gets up-- no choice in the matter, for the record, he hasn't seen you for months so YOU ARE GETTING LICKED.]
[At the question, he grunts and shifts his weight so that he can bring his tail around into view-- showing off the mysterious contraption attached to it. The little gears on it click and chitter as he does so, adjusting automatically to compensate for the movements of the fin on the other side.]
[It honestly looks like Hiccup's own handiwork... but TOOTHLESS sure hadn't seen it before today.]
Shame on him.
Date: 2011-12-16 05:35 pm (UTC)[He shakes his head, face a show of just how NOT upset he is at being coated in Night Fury slobber.
Once shown the prosthetic fin, Hiccup blinks in surprise. It's not as advanced as things here, and it certainly does look like something he'd make. But surely he would have remembered building something like that.
He decides to not comment on that for now. From what he's seen on the network, there has been a lot of confusion, so not understanding the device or how Toothless got it is...pretty normal in its oddness.
Instead, Hiccup's mouth splits into a grin again, and he begins scratching affectionately at the dragon's neck scales.]
Who's a good boy, flying all the way out here? I think it's Toothless! Toothless is a good boy!
8( but it eats his fooooood
Date: 2011-12-19 09:04 pm (UTC)dogdragon jumping around in pure, ecstatic joy that OMG YOU'RE BACK every day, it's hard to let go of. Needless to say, despite the Hiccupless months, the Night Fury is no less enthusiastic about getting to see his favorite human again. He rumbles, fin completely forgotten in favor of leaning heavily against the boy for MAXIMUM SCRATCHING ACCESS, eyes shut happily.]Sharing is caring.
Date: 2011-12-20 05:28 pm (UTC)It's...really good to see you again, Toothless.
[Hiccup draws away then, soft tone replaced by a more upbeat, challenging one.]
So what do you say we go for a flight, huh?
HMPH. Sharing is only for friends!
Date: 2011-12-21 05:27 am (UTC)[... On the other hand, it'll be up to Hiccup to hang on for himself. ... Unless he can find some twine or something.]
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Date: 2011-12-21 05:35 pm (UTC)Hmmn.
[He does have that laundry line thing in his bag, but...]
You're not going to be able to go at top speed, okay bud? I'm pretty sure I won't fall, but...
[The boy clambers onto the dragon's back, lightly sliding his hands along Toothless's neck before leaning in closer.]
You ready?
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Date: 2011-12-26 01:23 am (UTC)[Once the boy on his back seems balanced, Toothless spreads his batlike wings, bobbing his head affirmatively. Night Furies are built for speed, but he'll at least TRY to take this slow. ... Not that it works too great. Takeoffs tend to be fast by default.]
[With a mighty clap of the leathery wings, he launches off the ground-- but checks himself once in the air, trying to soar rather than just beat his way upwards like a giant black bottle-rocket.]