homeless & throwing a tantrum about being ignored (some War Crimes spoilers in comments)

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Congratulations, mundane, on the extraordinary achievement that is your soon-to-be second legendary cloak! Why, it is almost as if you haven't been meaninglessly squandering these past several months on more trivial pursuits.

I would salute you, but my capacity for sarcasm is all but exhausted. Truly, mundane, you have been living up to your title, haven't you? I haven't even gotten started on your astonishing lack of interest in acquiring what should have been your favorite summer reading material. That book came out how many months ago now? And yet you have done nothing. Is trying my patience the only form of entertainment your pitiful mind can devise?

I do not accept your excuse that this is "compensation" for the fact that certain dialogue responses are no longer available in your "game." How many times must I say "you do not want to make it onto my list" before the message sinks in?

There is the remaining grievance regarding your appalling lack of progress in obtaining a certain pair of daggers, but I feel I've rather made my point. Do not disappoint me again.

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[smithwork]

Of course not, it's the best I've got though.

[ Itching to pet him again. Kind of handsy with dragons, whoops, but he just rubs his arm instead to stop himself.

Toothless pushes forward to give the little dragon a sniff, butting him gently on the cheek with his nose to say Hello. ]

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[The nudge startles him, but he returns it perhaps a bit too quickly, sniffing back at Toothless. Not a member of his flight, nothing resembling kin, but still a black dragon and one untouched by the Old Gods. They could not exist on this Berk, so for once...

Determinedly ignoring Hiccup, he begins flitting around the larger dragon, using the opportunity to examine as much of him as possible. Markedly different from Azeroth's dragons, and what were all these fins for?

Assuming Toothless allows it, Wrathion may just be disappearing under a wing. In the spirit of scientific inquiry, of course.]

[smithwork]

[ Toothless rumbles his interest too, poking at Wrathion with his nose and a paw whenever the little dragon flutters close enough. When the tiny one investigates under a wing, the Alpha garbles and ducks under to gently take hold of a tail and pull him out. That tickles. His fins flare and wriggle for Wrathion's benefit, showing them off, all save the locked man-made one on his tail.

From the sidelines, Hiccup updates his notes. ]

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[Wrathion feels thwarted enough that for just an instant, he makes a dragonish sound of discontent that has no resemblance at all to the smooth male voice he usually utilizes. He silences it quickly, though, and puts up with being repositioned. He may only be a whelp, but he doesn't have to act like one. Ignore the fact that he'd been inches away from crawling all over Toothless like excitable hatchling.]

A prosthetic?

[smithwork]

[ A hot snort bathes the baby's head, harmlessly telling him to settle down. Hiccup is the nerd who loves being crawled all over by dragons, Toothless is a little more circumspect.

We fly together because I can't alone, he tells Wrathion in Dragonese, a rough and throaty language that Hiccup understands but gracefully declines to join in with. I prefer to be with him. ]

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[— He is three, okay, that is not the same as being a baby. As for the rest...

It's aggravating to address Toothless from his new seat on the ground but far less so than speaking to Hiccup would be. Wrathion is sufficiently fascinated by the fact that Toothless is saying anything at all not to protest, at least, and his eyes widen curiously. The language he responds is not Dragonese, but in much the same way that he and Hiccup had been able to communicate with their respective human tongues, the meaning is clear.

There are members of all five flights on my world who permit riders. It is not unheard of. He sends another glance at the prosthetic. It seems an old injury. May I ask how it happened?]

[smithwork]

[ Toothless sits down, and Hiccup in the background follows suit since it appears the dragons will be chatting for a while (he busies himself sketching Wrathion).

The world was kill or be killed between humans and dragons for a long time. He shot me down, a lucky weakling boy, but he couldn't kill me. When he learned he'd sliced my tail in half, he did his best to right a wrong and we learned to fly together.

Toothless pauses, tilting his head as he rawls lowly in Dragonese.

My boy once made me a tail that allowed me to fly alone, but I didn't want it. Hiccup is more than my rider, and if you ever have one you will understand. ]

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[The explanation is not one he had been expecting, and Wrathion sends a darting glance in Hiccup's direction. Weak and lucky, he could accept that, but what had he used to shoot Toothless down in the first place? Taking down a drake single-handedly is no small feat, even if the shot had hit the Night Fury's tail.

You were more forgiving than I would have been, he admits, looking once more to Toothless. Draconic is a low and growling tongue with more variations in sound than Dragonese, but it serves. I have offered to bear but one human on my back— when I am older, of course— and I would never have broached the subject had we met on such terms.]

[smithwork]

[ The twist in their languages is an interesting one, accented instead of incomprehensible.

I was trapped in a cove where he returned time and again with food for me, he refused to give up and let me die there. Toothless looks to Hiccup who smiles over hesitantly and gets one back before the little dragon has the Night Fury's attention again. He lost his leg battling a dragon queen that terrorized all the other dragons, freeing them from under its thrall. I killed his father, and he forgave me. Even after that, he threw himself after me at great risk while I was falling from a great height, so that I wouldn't crash without him.

That human is my brother. ]

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[Wrathion follows his gaze, watching Hiccup for several seconds even after Toothless has resumed speaking and trying to visualize the scenes described. Fighting a dragon queen— not the Life-Binder, but perhaps another in a similar position? But to say she was terrorizing the other dragons, well. Wrathion can think of only one who might have fit that description, once.

He returns his gaze to Toothless, and when he speaks, respect colors his voice. I see now why you hold him in such high esteem. There are few who could have accomplished all that you two have.]

[smithwork]

[ He can also be very clumsy.

It bears mentioning. ]

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[The non sequitur prompts a tiny, dragon-y laugh.

Can he?]