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[Hiccup is busy. It's not often one gets to see him so engrossed in doing things. He appears to be threading something together, maybe even reinforcing the edge of the saddle that usually stays on the dragon's back. As a few more stitches are made, he stops, checking over his work.

It's not long before the Viking boy will find himself with company. A large black shape slinks in behind him, large green eyes glancing over at the NV-rock before the dragon peers over at Hiccup.

The boy doesn't appear to notice, muttering to himself as he goes back to sewing.

Toothless peers over his arm for a few seconds, then pulls back. It's not long before he does so again, this time having come around the other side.

Without looking up, Hiccup wrinkles his nose.]

Toothless– hey. What are you–

[Green eyes glance to one side, then the other.]

–I'm sorta in the middle of finishing this–

[Big green eyes stare at him a moment before Toothless pulls his head back again. Maybe he's leaving Hiccup alone to finish up?

Seconds pass as Hiccup blinks, checking either side once more. Although slightly puzzled, he eases himself back into his sewing.]

...Okay. Good boy.

[It's several minutes before the dragon reappears. This time he settles his chin over Hiccup's head. From here he watches a while, and it becomes apparent just how comfortable he's gotten as he yawns and closes his eyes.

And as Hiccup finds himself hunched under the weight of the dragon's head, he sighs. This makes sewing impossible.]

Really?

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[WELP. That didn't work so well. Hiccup winces at the rumbling. It feels weird.]

Yeah! She's right– you'll have to do that all by yourself again!

[A pause.]

...You don't care, do you?

[He smacks his mouth a few times, but doesn't seem all that bothered for the time being. That might be a smug look there.]

Edited 2012-09-06 06:36 (UTC)

[Why ya gotta be contrary to Sheila's advice, mister dragon?]

He must care...if only for the loss of his favorite resting place.

[Teasing tone!]

[Because he is stubborn like that.

A slight eye roll is given, but he does laugh.]

Yeah, that's probably it. You'd think a dragon's head would be lighter enough to remove...

[So she's gathered!]

'Tis likely ye're one of the few humans he feels such freedom and safety with.

Obviously. Maybe even a little too much.

[He shrugs while wearing a tired, lopsided grin.]

Not that I mind, though.

Ah, but such loyalty hath rewarded ye well, to judge by his joy he hath in thy presence.

[a smile.]

La, the joy is as clear as day upon thy face, for all the strain.

R-really? You can tell?

Well, gee, I guess I'm not that great at keeping a straight face.

'Tis a softness that appears in thy countenance when ye speak of him. Fondness for animals art a lovely quality posses, ye should be proud.

I dunno, that's what would get me into trouble at home. But...yeah. I should be proud of it.

Art thou not allow'd to speak in kindness to animals in thy home?

[In Sheila's world, you have to be nice to your horse or you wind up missing a few teeth.]

The cows, chickens, and sheep are okay to talk to! Makes you sound a little crazy, but whatever works...

[Which is. Something he's never done. Ever. Honest. Really. Believe him.]

...Dragons, on the other hand? I just have mixed feelings over it now.

La! If it staves away one's loneliness, 'tis as good as clacking away about dresses and knights in a queen's cloister.

[Sheila's personal experience at work!]

'Tis rather likely that Sir Toothless hears thy speech and understands it, from other occasions of thy public acquaintance. If he didst not understand thee, could thou ride so effortlessly 'pon his back?

[She's always one for looking at the brighter side.]

[He makes a slight face, but he can't deny that.]

I...guess it does...

[Plus this is a first, learning about dresses, knights, and cloisters.]

We've hung around each other long enough to get to this point. It just started as an accident, really.

[Welcome to the 1300's, kid!]

La, in any event he trusts thee truly. Tis some form of affection.

[What, he's behind about 100-200 years, this is all new to him!]

Sure does look like it. And feel. Literal feeling.

[As long as she doesn't have to explain to him about the whole demon thing. But that was only HER part of the 1300s.]

Perhaps he might be distracted by a sweetmeat?

[Demons, dragons. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch.]

Probably. If I had some? Maybe there's some fish in the fridge or something.

[At least their dragons aren't adept at soul-swallowing. Sheila clicks her tongue at Toothless.]

Sir dragon? Hast thou et thy fill?

[The dragon perks at the mention of fish, lifting his head finally as he eyes Hiccup expectantly.]

[He glances from Sheila to Toothless, sighing again as his shoulders slump.]

If you're looking at me like that, I guess not.

[She chuckles softly.]

I believe 'tis thy cue, Sir Hiccup.

I don't have much of a choice.

La, perhaps if he art distracted thy back shall have peace as well!

If I'm gonna be productive...

[He sets his stuff aside, shifting his posture as he stands.]

All right. I'll go feed him now.

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