Alert even though he was asleep. Snotlout opened one eye a crack looking around for whatever, or whoever had disturbed his sleep. Hookfang's scales surrounded him in a lazy coil giving an extra layer of protection.
Not wanting to reveal he was awake, he tried not to move. Sniffing the air, he thought he could smell who it was.
A gust of wind swept over him, and he closed his eyes against the flying dust. The sound a dragon landing was unmistakable. The sound of clawed feet approaching was familiar.
"Good landing, Stormfly." Astrid's voice called from beyond the scaly wall blocking his view. "Let's see if we can find that lazy lug... He can't be far if Hookfang is here."
He heard the sound of Astrid dismounting. Poking his head above the snaking scales hiding him from sight.
"I'm not sleeping." he said in a grumbling voice.
Well! That's what he tried to say. Instead a gout of fire erupted from his mouth.
As Snotlout tried to stand up, he found his neck extending far farther than it should, going almost cross-eyed with effort. Snotlout took in the green scaly snout he'd developed.
Finding himself nose to nose with Stormfly, was a worry. The glare of the Nadder not liking the unwelcome burst of flames.
Trying to raise his hands, open and wide, as a calming gesture, to show he was unarmed. Snotlout found instead wings stretching between his joints. Linking his arms to his torso, the corner of his eyes revealed his wings spread wide as a proud display.
Astrid was readying her axe, a stern look on her face. Clearly she didn't want to kill you.
She didn't want to slay any wild dragon. Trying talking again, this time in a whisper. Flames merely licked about his teeth and nostrils.
Forcing himself to draw his neck back in, he took a lower posture. Stormfly calmed at this submissive display, and Astrid looked more at ease too.
Astrid stroked Stormfly's broad muzzle. "Do you think they're mates?" she mused aloud.
"Or is that a young nightmare he's looking after?"
Snotlout felt offended by the suggestions, offended by her failure to recognise him despite this... this disguise? ... this ... whatever it was?
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