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Who: Toothless and Everyone Ever.
Where: Wherever you wanna come across him.
Style: First, Third, I'll match whatever you wanna reply with. (:
Status: Open~

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Toothless hadn't noticed the approaching man at first-- he was staring diligently at the city in the distance, his left forepaw idly scuffing the ground beneath it in an almost awkward gesture. As England put away his list, the crinkling sound of paper caught the dragon's attention and he turned about the same moment the man tipped his hat.

The gesture was somewhat lost on the Night Fury, but he crooned almost sadly anyhow. Hello there, I do not so well, since I appear to have lost my human. Have you seen him?

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This was by far the farthest Toothless had gotten in actually conversing with a human, apart from that strange Merlin boy. His ears perked slightly, both because Arthur seemed to be doing a better job of understanding him than most, and because he had temporarily forgotten that he could speak to Merlin. Perhaps through some combined effort of this man and Merlin, he could find Hiccup.

He bobbed his head in a nod, crooning again when England asked if he had lost someone. Yes, yes he had. A little human boy-- skinny, red-haired, green-eyed, covered in freckles. Wears green, and a big fuzzy vest and boots, and just tell me you've seen him, I couldn't find him.

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Expecting to have to further his explanation, Toothless had taken a small step forward with intent to nudge at England's arm-- he was searching for a human, after all. But the man figured it out on his own, and the step was recoiled, the dragon surprised. Were the circumstances different, he may have preened somewhat at being called majestic. Instead, he folded his tail back around himself carefully as he sat back in the leaves, and bobbed his head again.

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Toothless, for one, wasn't so much a boaster of how long he lived or how wise he was as he was just a boaster. Being a Night Fury, the rarest and most intelligent breed known to his homeland, the dragon had warrant to think he was pretty damn awesome. But given the circumstances, the dragon wasn't really in much of a mood to boast about anything at all.

When England brought out his Dreamberry, the dragon sulked slightly, shaking his head. He had already tried that, Hiccup's name wasn't there.

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England? Wasn't that the name of one of those far-off landmasses that a great number of the Vikings was certain didn't exist? Like America. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. Humans had strange naming techniques-- his human boy's name was Hiccup for Thor's sake. At the introduction, Toothless lowered his head and peeled his lips away from his gums, showing England his retracted teeth. His boy called him Toothless, Arthur. He wasn't sure how well this idea was made across, but it was his means of introduction, anyway.

At the man's question, Toothless sort of smiled. Humans were such funny things, thinking a dragon needed to be taken care of. He appreciated the idea, and figured that yes, if it came down to it, he did have a place to stay and people to look after him. He bobbed his head gently in a nod, making a funny little throaty sound of thanks.