"'ello, Master 'iccup! 'oo's your friend 'ere?" a taller, lanky man who was speaking in a nearly unintelligible accent with a type of hat I later learned was called a "beanie-hat", and puffed up sleeves that would make a peacock proud was standing before us. His beard reached his chest, and draped across it easily.
Hiccup stuck his chest out, proud of me. "This is Tiger. He's my cat," he beamed, stroking my head with his fingers. I purred and rubbed against his legs appreciatively.
"Whot kind of cat is 'e?" Hiccup's friend asked.
"I don't know," my young master answered. "I found him in the water five years ago. He was clinging to that post, drenched to the bone. Dad said I could keep him if he lived, and here he is!"
"Hm...May I?" inquired my new acquantenance. He reached a hand out and I sniffed it, testing his scent. He smeled of the open ocean, drawing me, unwillingly, back to the day Hiccup saved my life. I recoiled, backpedalling wildly. I felt my legs fall off as I ran backwards off the dock and into the water. I floundered before sinking, flailing wildly to get back to the surface. Just as my vision flickered I heard and felt a big someone dive in. I looked up to see a massive shadow, then darkness enveloped me.
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First Friends
FanfictionWe all know the story of Hiccup and Toothless. But what if Hiccup had another pet before Toothless?
