Hiccup and Astrid

problem solved part 2

Astrid listened as Hiccup continued
"...
"Hiccup, if he keeps this up much longer, he's sleeping outside." Dad said, before turning towards the door once more. After once glance back towards his only son, the chief left.
As the door shut closed, I sighed and turned to glare at the heap of black scales by the smoldering fire.
"Toothless, I know you want to protect me, but he's my dad. He doesn't want me harmed any more than you do. You can't tackle him every single morning he carries an axe with him!" I sighed and moved closer to Toothless, who had his back turned. "His patience is wearing thin as it is… Buddy, I don't want him to hurt you."
Toothless snorted, as if this notion was amusing. I glowered at the dragon.
"It's not funny. And for the record, I don't want you hurting him, either. You need to find some other place to sleep, buddy." I finished and waited for some response from the dragon.
I counted to fifteen before the beast let out a small shot of blue flame to re-light the embers in the fireplace. He dug his chin between his paws, pulled his wings closer to him, and did no more. After another long stretch of silence, I sighed and turned away. Now that I was up, I might as well get ready for the day.
If I had bothered to look at Toothless' expression, however, I might have noticed the thoughtful look that crossed the dragon's face as he gazed into the fire.

Later that evening, I stumbled back into my house, worn out. I worked hard each day to familiarize the people of the village with dragons, but, still in the process of adjusting to my prosthetic leg, even the simplest exercises were taxing. But i loved the dragons, loved the opportunity to teach my people about them, and Toothless was always there for me with a supporting shoulder and an encouraging croon any time my leg began to ache.
Speaking of Toothless, where was he? I glanced about the large house, but saw no sign of my friend.
"Hey, dad." I said weakly, lifting a hand in greeting to my father, who sat by the fire, roasting fish. He smiled at me, and lifted his pike of fish.
"Evening. Like some?" He said, motioning with his fish. Even from where I was, my nose told me that the fish would taste horrible. Not that dad would notice. His pallet could recognize only one flavor, food. His son, me, on the other hand…
"No thanks. I already ate."
I bluffed. My father shrugged.
"Suit yourself."
He went back to roasting the skewered cod.
Trying to be discreet, I went behind my father and grabbed a hunk of bread from the small basket of food that rested next to him, and bit into it. I munched on it in silence, all the while casting about my home for any sign of Toothless. Finally, after swallowing the last bite, I turned to my father.
"Have you seen Toothless anywhere?" I asked casually. Dad shrugged without turning around.
"Nope. Haven't seen head or hide of him all day. Well, except this morning, of course." He said, in a way that told me that he wasn't too concerned for the fact.
"Well, alright." I said with a sigh. "I'm gonna go ahead and turn in. Good night, dad."
"Good night, son."
I nodded and turned towards the stairs. I set my foot in the loop of the rope at the floor, and pulled a latch set near the wall. A turning of gears cloud be heard, and I gracefully ascended to land at the stair balcony. I hit another latch, and the gears reversed to return the rope to the first story. I absently rubbed my face with
my hands as I entered my room and softly shut the door behind me. Sighing tiredly, I collapsed on the bed, not bothering to remove my prosthetic just yet, and sighed into my pillow. A soft breeze blew across my face, and I could hear the trees rustling just outside the window.
My eyes flickered over to the open window on the other side of the room, which I could have sworn I've locked closed just earlier that day. Curious, I rose and slowly walked over to the window, my uneven gait breaking the evening's silence with a soft thumping noise on the wooden floor. I reached the window and leaned out, peering this way and that, looking for any sign as to why the window had mysteriously opened itself. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Bushes. Houses. Fields of sheep. A pair of glowing green eyes watching me from a nearby tree.
Before I could even react, a huge shadow propelled itself through my window and tackled me into a rolling somersault. Suddenly, I found myself pinned to the ground by two familiar paws. The only thing I could see in the darkness were those two green eyes watching me, until a pink mass appeared just below them and Toothless licked me with his huge forked tongue, covering me in dragon saliva and causing half of my hair to stick up at an odd angle. I chuckled.
"Toothless! What are you doing up here? Where have you been?" I asked, clambering up from the ground and wiping the spit away from my eyes and mouth. Toothless rumbled a response that only me could understand, and I put a hand to the dragon's snout.
"Well, it's time for bed, now. I guess you should get back downstairs." I sighed.
"I hope dad doesn't get mad again…" I opened the door and stepped aside for Toothless to pass. Toothless looked over at his master confusedly and planted his bottom down where he was, his gaze telling me that he had no intentions of leaving. I sighed..."
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To be continued...

I draw it with one hand.