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[hiccuphaddock]

WHO: Hiccup hiccuphaddock and Toothless hasnoteefs
WHAT: Hiccup (re-)reuniting with Toothless.
WHERE: Da beach.
WHEN: After Toothless's comm post.

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[hasnoteefs]

Toothless' ears were raised and he was listening intently to the air around him. The journal was still in his teeth, which he had extended slightly just to keep the book in place (it slipped around and he feared he would drop it if he only had it clamped between his gums). His eyes searched the sand and the water and the dunes and the entire area, and his ears twisted and swiveled and he just sought.

And eventually he found what he was looking for, ambling at an awkward jog toward him. And he looked exactly the same-- his hair was a mess and his foot was still that weird shiny thing that the Blacksmith Viking had given him. He couldn't quite smell him yet, he could barely even hear the boy calling him, but he could see him and that was enough.

He nearly swallowed the journal in his excitement, bounding around in a quick circle before beating his wings uselessly against the air and half-running, half-leaping his way to him. Damn his gimped tail anyway, he could have flown and gotten there quicker if it worked like it should.

[hiccuphaddock]

"Toothless!" Hiccup shouted again, suddenly excited when the black speck in the distance became a more apparent figure bounding toward him. Throwing dignity to the wind (since when did Vikings really put much stock in dignity, anyway?), he let out a loud whoop of triumph.

He slowed down as they got closer, a little out of breath and rubbing at his knee, though the lower half of his face was still split in one of the goofiest grins known to man- and dragon-kind.

"Are you hurt? How long have you been here?" He called, even if Toothless couldn't exactly answer.

[hasnoteefs]

Toothless let out a similar whoop of triumph, though less in words and more in a sort of garbled roar. Garbled because he had a book in his mouth, though once Hiccup slowed down he tossed his head and the journal landed somewhere in the sand, temporarily forgotten. He halted just short of bowling Hiccup right on over, reeling to sit on his haunches and contain his excitement in favor of letting the viking catch his breath instead.

He crooned absently at him, responding to the questions Hiccup asked as best he could-- of course he wasn't hurt, did he look hurt? A little confused, maybe, but that didn't qualify as hurt. As far as how long he'd been here, Toothless himself wasn't entirely sure. He dropped forward onto all fours again, nudging Hiccup in the chest with the flat part of his nose. What about you, Hiccup? Holding up okay?

[hiccuphaddock]

Hiccup was holding up alright. Better, now, and he grinned a little bit at the gentle butting against his chest. "Huh. I wonder where you're going to stay." He still seemed a little winded, but was definitely recovering quickly.

There wasn't room for him in his room at Carrie's place. Maybe somewhere else? Surely there was a place on the island. "I should try to find you something to eat. I think there's a fish market in town." This was more to himself than the dragon, of course; he has wound an arm around Toothless's neck, scratching at it with proud affection as he thought out loud.