Toothless watched his movements carefully, green eyes locked with purple, until finally the dragon decided that maybe this wasn't such a nice human. His ear flaps dropped against his skull and he cringed, trodding backwards into the shadow and darkness of the room, though his big eyes could still be seen gleaming from what little light there was.

He lay against the wall, curled up in a comfortable position with his head on his paws as he let out a mournful, worried sigh.

Where was his boy viking?