To Put It In Perspective

(rough draft)

A DreamWorks' How to Train Your Dragon fanfic by Raberba girl

Summary: The great (human) warrior Toothless watches his crazy little dragon Hiccup charm yet another hostile enemy into submission.

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No matter how many times it happens, and no matter how many times things end up being perfectly fine, I just can't get used to it. I can't. Hiccup is so tiny, and I love him so much, it always feels like he's killing me when he flirts with death like this.

Hiccup has been sniffing out some dragon thing that he finds supremely interesting, and I've been following him because I'm bored and have nothing better to do. Of course we happened to stumble upon the campsite of an army deserter, a huge man with rippling muscles and a beard like a bird's nest and a growling voice and an enormous sword.

"What do you want? Where did you come from?" he demands, immediately raising his weapon.

I whip out my own blade at once. "None of your business! We were just passing through!"

I feel sick as his gaze turns to my precious, idiot dragon, who's yelping with delight at seeing this monster who could kill him so, so, so easily.

"What's that?!"

"He's mine," I snarl, scooping Hiccup into my arms. Of course the treasure I'm trying to protect immediately starts wriggling to get free. I'm convinced he has a death wish.

"That's a dragon!"

"He's MY dragon."

"Put it down so I've got a clear shot!" he bellows, raising his sword.

Hiccup barks inquisitively, without a shred of fear.

"Not a chance!"

Then Hiccup bites my arm, not to hurt me but because it's his way of insisting, "Let me handle this!" I sigh very pointedly at him, but I crouch down and let him go. I will watch him work his amazing, special Hiccup magic yet again, and I will pray that this is not the time when we'll finally, finally discover someone who's immune to it.

Hiccup prances eagerly up to the warrior, who stabs down with his blade. Hiccup manages to dodge, crooning in a soothing sort of way as if he has no idea how close he came to death.

"Stay still, you little monster!"

"He's not a monster!" I cry. "He's a good dragon! There ARE such things as good dragons, you know!"

Hiccup does that move I absolutely hate, where he rolls over onto his back and waves his paws in the air as if announcing eagerly, "Here I am, please kill me now!" As usual, my imagination is swarmed by images of cruel, sharp blades driving down into the soft, exposed belly of my best friend.

And as usual, the warrior's face softens instead. "What are you doing, little monster?" he murmurs, crouching down to rub Hiccup's belly. Hiccup gurgles his joy and nuzzles the man's hand.

"Heh. You're kind of cute, huh." Seconds later, the huge burly warrior is petting and caressing my little dragon as one would a kitten, cooing at him in baby-talk. Hiccup is blissfully purring and licking his face and nuzzling him. "Soooo cute, that's right~ That's right, you sweet thing, you wouldn't hurt a fly, would you~!"

Hiccup flops his head back and gives me a dragon smile as if to say, "See? Told ya it would be all right!"

One of these days. One of these days, Hiccup, someone is not going to fall for your cuteness, they're just going to keep looking at you with cold eyes and they're going to kill you and then my heart will shatter.

But for what it's worth, I really, really, really hope I'm wrong.

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Author's Notes: Just a very random vignette idea I got tonight, vaguely similar to He's Not Dangerous, where I try to put Tooth's relationship with his exasperating human in perspective. XD