The Missing Pieces to a Night Fury's Heart

Chapter 9

Putting on a bellicose look, he marched beside Hiccup toward one of the cottages that now sent shivers of agitation down his spine.

"Now remember," Hiccup started, a serious frown started in his soft facial features. "No attacking his dragon alright?"
The black dragon had an aloof attitude toward Mace and his 'dragons' but still, he couldn't allow Mace to be alone with his rider. Ever. 
As much as he hated accepting the term of not attacking Vanquisher even if he did provoke him, Toothless nodded. Other Alphas would have refused and snarled at whoever had said it, but Hiccup was his rider and for his sake he'd have to assure him he wouldn't be attacking anyone.

"Good," his human said with a firm nod. It was if he was ridding himself of a doubt, which Toothless guessed he was.

Hiccup extended his hand, balled them, and tapped them against the door. A nearby arbor rustled in the wind as the door rustled.
Toothless's shoulders tensed as the face of Mace peered out. "Why hello!" he started, glancing at Toothless. Was it just him or did he see greed flash in those puny, black eyes?

His thoughts were interrupted when an ambrosial scent wreathed out of the house, making his salvia run more then usual.

Hiccup seemed unaware of his sudden desire to see what was inside as he said, "Don't worry, Toothless won't bite. Right bud?" The Night Fury shuffled his wings and nodded with an irritated growl. Mace took this as aggression and flinched back into his house. His ashen face rose back into color as he pushed the door, holding well... A mace.

Toothless growled at the weapon, feeling the urge to blast it, but then the aroma floated into his nose again.

What is that...? He thought to himself, glancing around for anything brewing.

"Toothless doesn't like any type of object that could potentially hurt a dragon," his rider explained. "Or else he'll blast it out of your hand." Mace flickered back to glance at the black dragon his eyes again sparking with avidity.

"Very well," he muttered almost seeming casual as he dropped the weapon. It clattered to the ground.

Hiccup clasped his hands together. "So, I heard you would like to enter the Dragon Races while you are hear looking for your dragon?"

"Why can you look who hasss come..." An eerily familiar voice resonated from behind him. A bestial feeling flourished to life in his heart. He looked to his right, confronting Vanquisher with an equally belligerent facial expression.

He raised his chin, the humans' voices sounding distant as he glared at the green dragon. There was no blithesome attitude between the two dragons.
With a boorish sneer Vanquisher stated, "Me and Mace are beyond faster then what those stubby wingsss can hold."

Toothless took a deep breath trying to retain himself from browbeating him. He had promised Toothless not to attack and that included words.

"What? Scared to talk?" A haughty laugh came from his maw as he stared mockingly at the black beast.

He continued to glare at Vanquisher, but still ignoring his words.

"You sure are one caitiff dragon," the Rumblehorn went on, eyeing him tensely.

Finally, Toothless spoke. His words were soft but intimidatingly cold. "I sure saw that when I attacked you."

"You had the start of surprissse," Vanquisher snorted in disgust.

"Hmm, my bad," Toothless growled casually, his spines glowing. His digits clinked on the wooden floor as he studied the Rumblehorn for any sign of weakness. Just in case he were to attack... He shook his head. He was allowing his choleric side to take over. No. He promised his rider he wouldn't attack.