Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2019 21:49:07 GMT
A gentle breeze circulated around, carrying aloft coolness from the brine below and the kiss of heat. The air churned together, tossing his auburn locks which hung in limp, messily strategic strands. Toothless’s eyes of algae green watched with interest as he lounged against the warm expanse of the rock. It had been some days since he was able to bathe himself in the sun’s warming eye and feel the touch of heat atop his ebony scales. Like that of a parent, he coiled with this abdomen exposed which beckoned the approach of many dragon young alike to nestle amongst his softer stomach, large eyes focused atop Hiccup and Primrose with curiosity.
Hiccup had steeled his feelings, or so he faked with his soft yet strained expression. The moment the leather departed from his fingers tips, his eyes yanked upwards to study the complexity of her expressions. He had seen many with his time with her yet as her brows anchored down and her face grew taut with tension, he had wondered if he messed up. It was true, upon arriving home; he sought council with the elders and casually inquired about the Vargs. Apparently, while they were far from Berk in terms of location, his father once shared ideals with them in terms of dragons. What little alliance they had was shattered upon Berk freely announcing their bond with dragons now. Also, apparently the world had lost contact with them completely and they expect the worse. Most importantly, Hiccup learned of their peculiar hinting companions, wolves.
The learned Chief was aware of hounds and many other types of animals but wolves were primal and unfounded within his area so, he merely searched for them in the bestiary. They were fluffy with tapered ears, that appearance was clear and so he decided to form the shape into the leather after many attempts at drawing one. Hiccup struggled with the shape but after finally managing a perfect piece he never realized the blemish on the back that he made initially on scrap leather when imagining Heimdall.
Her question didn’t go unnoticed and so his eyes broke down to observe the cuff of leather only to note the heart for a brief moment. He immediately shifted a bit nervously as if caught in the act of something but it was merely a defensive reaction to hoping to avoid a misunderstanding.
“The heart’s for Heimdall,” he assured with a smile then her squinted as if processing the question better. Perhaps she wasn’t asking about the heart… “I wanted to give you something meaningful so I hoped a piece from home was best,” and he gestured to his own emblem that resembled a monstrous nightmare. It was the symbol of their tribe.
When she uttered his name, his gaze remained if not a bit hopeful with a puppy-like shine to them. He didn’t expect her to move forward and nearly placed herself entirely into his lap. Hiccup grew stiff at the sudden contact although he made no attempt to lean away, his arms merely were left statuette in mid-air. She was small and he noticed her lack of ability to reach higher which almost caused him to laugh, the sound caught with the surprise of the act. The Nadder who hung beneath his arm leaned forward to nibble her chin, taking full advantage of her position for the moment. Deciding to return the gesture even if minute, he politely wrapped an arm around her shoulders, maintaining as high as possible.
Hiccup withdrew gently when she made indications to pull away, his hazel gaze searching for something that said she was okay. Her face seemed emotional and he wondered if it was his fault. Prim then began a gentle story of her wolves and his face softened with genuine interest. He asked no questions, sensing the gravity of the story.
“She sounds wonderful, must have taken after you,” the compliment was so casual not even he realized it left his lips, “I would love to meet a wolf,” he affirmed, hearing a gurgle of approval from Toothless, ten feet buried in hatchlings.
Hiccup had steeled his feelings, or so he faked with his soft yet strained expression. The moment the leather departed from his fingers tips, his eyes yanked upwards to study the complexity of her expressions. He had seen many with his time with her yet as her brows anchored down and her face grew taut with tension, he had wondered if he messed up. It was true, upon arriving home; he sought council with the elders and casually inquired about the Vargs. Apparently, while they were far from Berk in terms of location, his father once shared ideals with them in terms of dragons. What little alliance they had was shattered upon Berk freely announcing their bond with dragons now. Also, apparently the world had lost contact with them completely and they expect the worse. Most importantly, Hiccup learned of their peculiar hinting companions, wolves.
The learned Chief was aware of hounds and many other types of animals but wolves were primal and unfounded within his area so, he merely searched for them in the bestiary. They were fluffy with tapered ears, that appearance was clear and so he decided to form the shape into the leather after many attempts at drawing one. Hiccup struggled with the shape but after finally managing a perfect piece he never realized the blemish on the back that he made initially on scrap leather when imagining Heimdall.
Her question didn’t go unnoticed and so his eyes broke down to observe the cuff of leather only to note the heart for a brief moment. He immediately shifted a bit nervously as if caught in the act of something but it was merely a defensive reaction to hoping to avoid a misunderstanding.
“The heart’s for Heimdall,” he assured with a smile then her squinted as if processing the question better. Perhaps she wasn’t asking about the heart… “I wanted to give you something meaningful so I hoped a piece from home was best,” and he gestured to his own emblem that resembled a monstrous nightmare. It was the symbol of their tribe.
When she uttered his name, his gaze remained if not a bit hopeful with a puppy-like shine to them. He didn’t expect her to move forward and nearly placed herself entirely into his lap. Hiccup grew stiff at the sudden contact although he made no attempt to lean away, his arms merely were left statuette in mid-air. She was small and he noticed her lack of ability to reach higher which almost caused him to laugh, the sound caught with the surprise of the act. The Nadder who hung beneath his arm leaned forward to nibble her chin, taking full advantage of her position for the moment. Deciding to return the gesture even if minute, he politely wrapped an arm around her shoulders, maintaining as high as possible.
Hiccup withdrew gently when she made indications to pull away, his hazel gaze searching for something that said she was okay. Her face seemed emotional and he wondered if it was his fault. Prim then began a gentle story of her wolves and his face softened with genuine interest. He asked no questions, sensing the gravity of the story.
“She sounds wonderful, must have taken after you,” the compliment was so casual not even he realized it left his lips, “I would love to meet a wolf,” he affirmed, hearing a gurgle of approval from Toothless, ten feet buried in hatchlings.