Our world

The holdup

"Can you believe them?!" Heather barked, avoiding the tree's branch, which hit Toothless straight into the jaw, who followed her. "They behave like little kids!"

"It's hard not to agree," he replied, massaging the injury and, at the same time, glaring at the woman, sulking.

By that time, they had both walked into the green woods of the unfamiliar, new island, from which most of their recent problems originated. The atmosphere around might have appeared rather tranquil – the silent, untouched by humans natural surroundings, perfect for ease – but it actually wasn't.

For something like an hour already, Heather had constantly complained about Snotlout's, twin's, and even Fishlegs' earlier comments, while Toothless, her company behind, listened to everything, somewhat calmly. It might come off as odd, but the man, forced into being a witness to Heather's anger outbursts, which involved him being punched from time to time, remained even contented.

Her amusing, vociferous tone of voice, the fact that she must have pulled on every met by tree's leaf to act out, the same reason Toothless's face was already half covered in bruises, and that strange, hard gait, everything of that was the cause why smile wasn't fading from his face. Of course, such behavior of hers has also provoked some thinking in him, for example, if he also had sometimes really acted like that, but in the end, he just enjoyed such a hilarious performance.

Eventually, jaded by renewed slams, he caught up with Heather, so as to walk by her side to side, and when she glimpsed her doings, which were the red marks on Toothless's skin, she tucked her hands in pockets of her pants, ashamed. Subsequently, she inhaled, calmly and rather loudly, after which she started again, but this time, more quietly, and idyllic.

"I think we should be more mature about everything around us, and I mean everything."

"Sure," Toothless responded, nodding and keeping his head up.

"Hence, I think some comments are just not adequate anymore," she continued, clenching her jaw. "For instance, that they're weary. I mean, we all are but is that the reason for such a moaning?"

"Right."

"We all had a hard day, but at the end of the day, there are obligations, that we cannot just ignore," she pointed out and frowned, before shouting. "For fucking sake, I would like to lay down too, gladly, but I just know I can't!"

"Fact."

"There was an order, to check the island, split up, and after everything, go back to the Edge! Is it so complicated?!" she fumed, throwing her arms in the air. "The truth is, if it wasn't for their groaning, we would have been done already and be back! Can't anything be done by them fast?!"

"No, it can't."

"The Edge is attacked, it slowly collapses, and instead of doing anything, we just sit around and admire a new, fucking ecosystem! Without even saying that on the spot stayed injured Hiccup and Astrid, all alone against dozens of furious Nadders! Don't they have any concerns about either of them?!"

"Since when are you in love with Astrid?"

"Well, but actually, what I expected from-!" she went on and paused, once the realization of Toothless's words got to her, and she stopped herself, while the man casually proceeded with the stroll. "Wha- what did you just say?"

As she asked he halted himself, and just then, looking her straight in the eye, repeated, "Since when are you in love with Astrid?" smirking, as well as crossing his arms.

"I'm surely not in love with her!" Heather denied and rushed past, hiding the expression on her face behind her palm. "From where even that idea came from?!"