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It took two days for things to normalize again… or well, as normal as it could be with people of two more tribes on the little island of Berk.
Hiccup and Camicazi were strolling through the village, they had so much to catch up on, despite their regular letters. Camicazi was still amazed from the, as she mentally dubbed it, “new” Hiccup, especially since she saw his dragon form in all its glory. Since she didn´t get the chance to fly on the back of a dragon just for fun, he let her ride on Toothless for a long ride around Berk, while he himself flew with his own wings. Toothless nearly couldn´t have been more delighted that he could fly with his human next to him again.
“Say… you haven´t introduced me to Windcutter yet?” Hiccup asked, as the golden ornaments on some visitors cloth reminded him of the dragon he only read about in letters so far. Camicazi pulled her brows up. “You´re right, she´s been hiding all the time.”
It didn´t take them long to find the dragon; though, the usually chatty dragon kept its mouth shut. And a rosy hue colored its scales since the dragon set its eyes on the Halfa. Much to the confusion of Camicazi.
Little did the girl know that her dragon was ashamed of being in the presence of a leader when she was still a misfit. Of course Windcutter was usually proud that she could speak Norse, something the other dragons couldn´t do. But now, she felt insecure because of it. There weren´t few dragons she met so far that disliked her for that differing treat, but the rejection she received still hurt. What if the Halfa disliked her as well when he noticed she was different?
Hiccup tried to take in every detail of the golden, slightly pinkish, dragon. It was long and thin, like a snake, which was unlike the dragons he had seen so far. When he saw the dragon change its color to a darker pink, he grew even more excited. The dragon gave off uneasy waves, however. Not discomfort, but… nervousness?
He let his eyes change and the scales out, this appearance usually calmed unfamiliar dragons. Not so this time. The little dragon eyes went wide and the pink changed to a pale green, as the nervousness increased. It practically seeped out of the still silent dragon.
Hiccup cocked his head to the side. “Something wrong? Oh – I´m not scaring you, am I?” hesitantly, he backed off a bit. “N-no! That´ssss not it!” Windcutter blurted out – she didn´t want to hurt the Halfa!
A grin –woah those are some pointy teeth thought Camicazi- stretched the scaly face. “So you really can speak Norse!” excitement dilated his pupils. “Y-yesss…”
“That´s amazing – I haven´t met any dragon that could do that until now.” He inspected the flexible lips, something the other dragons didn´t possess, slightly skeptically. “But can you speak dragon-language as well?”
“Yessss I ssspeak Dragonessse very well.” The dragon turned an orangey-pink at this, now sending out excitement. Hiccup pulled his brows up, his grin still there. “Impressive.” He admitted, because really, it was.