Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.

Hiccup let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his increasingly dishevelled hair like he had half a dozen time before. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Toothless follow the movement with interest.

The dragon had been patiently waiting for him to fix whatever was wrong with the new improved tail-fin he had just brought for them to test. His tailed was curled around his body so he could watch Hiccup work. No doubt he was eager to go for their afternoon flight, but they couldn't leave until Hiccup figured out what was causing the hitch. The dragon made little sounds that he interpreted as sympathetic whenever Hiccup sighed.

Everything had worked fine when he had tested it earlier in the smithy, but once attached to the dragon's tail the prosthetic fin simply refused to open smoothly. He fiddled with it some more, trying to fit it better on the tail. He held his breath as he pulled on the cord to deploy it. It started to open properly at first, but suddenly jammed and he had to pull sharply to get it opened all the way. That just wouldn't do. He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair once more. Toothless' large green eyes followed his hand's movement. They observed the locks of hair as they fell back on his forehead. He suddenly sat up.

"Sorry, bud. I've made you wait long enough. I'll just put the old one back on and we can fly. I'll fix this one—wha—"

He interrupted himself as Toothless' open mouth suddenly filled his field of vision. Before he could react, a large, pink tongue pressed itself against his face. He squeezed his eyes shut. The tongue licked upward, coating his face and most of his hair in slimy dragon saliva. The bangs usually covering his forehead stood upright on his head. Hiccup hesitantly rubbed the slime off his eyelids and opened his eyes when he was sure that Toothless was done.

The dragon sat in front of him, obviously proud of himself, as he expectantly waited for his reaction.

"...Thanks, Toothless. That's exactly what I needed. A dragon drool-based hair product."

The sarcasm seemed to go right over the dragon's head as he nuzzled his stomach. Hiccup felt a thick, slimy glob slide down his cheek. He sighed again, but resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair.

I had a sudden urge to write a HtTYD fanfiction, so I did. I'm not sure if I'll be writing others or not.