sirenspull | 2nd Flight

[It's the dimly lit interior of Astrid and Hiccup's apartment. The only light comes from the television set as it broadcasts the news, right before abruptly switching to some random cartoons.

It might become apparent then that there's someone there watching, a large black shape occupying most of the couch, large green eyes staring intently at the tube. A stubby claw presses the remote that sits in front of it, and the dragon looks up from the buttons to the screen as the images change.

He does this a few times, apparently finding nothing of interest. One channel he flips to blares some rather loud noise that gives him enough of a start that Toothless hops back, tipping the couch over. Hissing, he peers his head around one end before stepping back towards the fallen remote, giving it another prod. Once again, another noisy channel, but rather than go into hiding again, Toothless growls at the remote before giving it another whack.

The channel changes back to the news, but the remote certainly has seen better days, as that's a lot more pieces than it started with. Oops.

The dragon's...just going to slink off- no one saw that doo-dee-doo...]

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[He pauses a moment to look at the television again, watching ridiculously bright-colored figures run about and chatter inanely.

Shaking his head, he gives it nudges the button a couple more times.]

[And up pops the nature documentary - now displaying a gila monster in full flail, running toward the screen!]

[The dragon jerks his head up at that, eyes widening before he hisses, backing away from the screen and the angry lizard upon it.]

[Sheila makes a gentle tisking sound.]

'Tis only an image upon the screen. It carries no smell, doth thou not note?

[The image promptly changes to one of a monitor lizard climbing up a tree in slow-motion.]

[Toothless tilts his head as the pictures switch, grunting in surprise before he eases out of his tensed posture and back towards the screen.]

Does thou now see? It cannot harm thee.

And if the books I hath read are correct, these wee lizards art the progeny of thy people.

[Finally convinced the lizards on the screen aren't going to cause any trouble, Toothless moves to sit down in front of the television to watch them.]

[Sheila's smile is of total satisfaction. She'll leave him to watch the animals in silence for a bit, as onscreen a lizard extends its tongue and slaps a fly out of the sky.]