Hiccup and Astrid

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"Hiccup, wake up"
"Why...we..have Nothing...to do anyway...let me sleep"
It was a nice afternoon, Hiccup and Astrid were sitting together in the club house enjoying the calm, well, Astrid was because Hiccup was snorting loudly as he fell asleep, she was bored so she tried to wake him up.
"But I'm bored"
"Don't tell me that you're going to braid my hair again, I kept the two little ones, and I'm not ready to keep more"
He was awake now.
"How about telling me a story"
"I don't want to"
"But I will give a good thing in return"
"Really?"
"Of course"
"Okay, it was a few day after defeating the red death...
The first time, it was downright terrifying.
The second time, it was frightening.
The third time, it made him jump.
The fourth time, it was enough to make him do a double-take.
But by the fifth time that Stoick the Vast had woken up to find a sleeping Night Fury hanging from the living room rafters, it had become downright annoying.
The dragon slept inverted like a bat, which wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't insisted on doing so right in front of the front door. All dad wanted to do was to get up, get to his morning affairs in the town, and get on with his day. But unfortunately, all this required the ability to get out of the house, which was quite impossible with a drowsy no, scratch that, dead Night Fury blocking the way. Toothless didn't snore, fidget, growl, or move in his sleep. In fact, that was the crux of the problem. The dragon slept more soundly than a rock..."
Hiccup was cut by toothless hitting him with his tale.
"What, it's true..Ow"
Astrid giggled as toothless groaned and went back to sleep.
"As I was saying...
Cautiously, dad shoved the dragon to one side, wondering if this would rouse the creature. It did not, and instead, Toothless simply swayed back and forth like a giant black pendulum until he slowly settled back into his former position, having not moved a single muscle. With a sigh, dad shoved the massive black body to one side, holding it there this time, and reached for the door handle with his free hand. He hesitated at the last moment, and glanced at the dragon beside him. Not one of the scaly features betrayed any consciousness. His large eyes were still beneath their lids, and his ears hung limply from his crown. He was altogether too peaceful. Dad narrowed his eyes at him before looking back at his hand resting on the door latch. This was the truly annoying bit. Biting back a hint of what could have been dread, an emotion completely unbecoming for a Viking Chieftain, he decided, he put his weight on the handle and let the door swing open.
Two green eyes snapped open. For quick thuds, a ruffle of wings, and a low, rumbling growl. Within a few seconds, two massive paws were square on his chest with a mouthful of snarling ivory teeth hovering above him. He sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes.

"HICCUP!"

I tumbled out of bed and crashed to the floor. It had become a rather routine awakening as of late, but my father's voice never managed to diminish in volume. I scrambled for my prosthetic foot and strapped it into place clumsily. Sleep still lingering over me, I hobbled to my door and looked down from the top of the stairs.
I could see Toothless' back, his haunches raised, ears back, shoulders prominent over a strong neck and, indignantly framed between the bends of his sleek black wings was the reddened face of Stoick, my father. I would have laughed, if I hadn't been so sleepy and so incredibly tired of having to rescue my father from my over-protective dragon.
I sighed and grabbed onto a thick rope that fell past the stairs from a pulley attached to the ceiling. It was an invention of mine that I'd conjured up after having found out the hard way that it was incredibly difficult to walk up stairs with a prosthetic leg. With a simplistic yet reliable system of pulleys, ropes and weights, I managed to make a means of getting to and from my second-story room without having to clamber my way up the stairs. I set my bare right foot in the rope loop that was at convenient floor height and stepped off the second story balcony to slowly and comfortably drop to ground floor. The rope slowly rose back up to its original position as I stepped off.
"Toothless, we've talked about this." I said to my dragon's back. "He's not going to hurt you." Toothless growled. I sighed.
"Or me. Now get off of him."
The dragon didn't move, but instead whisked his tail back and forth anxiously. I felt a pang of annoyance towards the Night Fury. Toothless was my best friend in the world, but after just a few short weeks of being officially instated into the Haddock household, Toothless still hadn't quite grasped the idea that it was dad who was the head of the house, not Toothless. Despite the apology that the Viking Chief had given the dragon after the battle of the red Death, Toothless and my father were no means best buddies, and unfortunately, as I had learned, the dragon's judgment was foggy at best when he was sleepy. Because of this, he often mistook Stoick leaving the house as a vicious intruder who was, quite obviously, in Toothless' mind, out to hurt his human. On this assumption, Toothless took appropriate guard-dragon actions. The incidents would have made me laugh, if my father didn't always glare up at me like he was now.
"Toothless, come on, buddy. It's just dad. I'm right here. Alive, intact, healthy. Now get off of him." I held back a yawn.
The dragon turned his head around to look at me with bright eyes. His growl turned to an inquisitive sort of whine, and he looked back around to my dad, then to me, and back again. After a moment of internal debate, the dragon finally decided that the apprehended intruder was, in fact, Hiccup's father, and therefore could be set free. He sat back and watched the man heave himself upright in a slightly clumsy, undignified way. The dragon offered no apology, but simply looked the man up and down, nodded with an indifferent snort, and meandered back towards the large hearth before plopping himself down by the fire.
"Hiccup, you can't let him go on like this. I won't allow it." He told me. I sighed.
"I'm sorry, dad he's just trying to protect us-"
"Trying to protect you, Hiccup."
And once it was said, both knew it was true. Toothless was quite indifferent towards the Viking chief, but me? He would protect me until his final breath was torn from him at the blade of an axe. I made a few attempts to answer my father, but couldn't come up with anything credible to say, and so simply rubbed my neck anxiously and averted my eyes. "
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Sorry, but it's too long to write it in one part, so
To be continued...