Title: Pointless

Summary: I felt my chest constrict when Toothless lowered his head and nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. Toothless was still Toothless, no matter if he didn't quite look it. A human!Toothcup fic. SLASH

Rating: T

Pairing: Toothcup (human!Toothless/Hiccup)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama

A/N: Okay, this is a three-shot that I wrote some months ago. This story has like, no plot whatsoever—it was just an excuse to write a humanoid Toothless because I wanted to focus on his mannerisms. So yeah, I guess this a PWP. I think I was supposed to go somewhere with this, but I lost my inspiration, so I won't be continuing. It's unfinished, never will be, but posted it anyway. Enjoy reading it!

Chapter 1

"Get away."

He slowly blinked at me, green-tinged eyes glittering amidst the darkness of the night. He craned his neck, blue scales glinting as they ran a pattern down the length of his throat and stopped at the line of his collar. He seemed to tense for a moment our two, taught shoulder muscles flexing as he turned his head and skimmed his slit orbs over the surface of the lake, before anchoring his gaze back on me. I shivered instinctively, disturbed at the familiarity laced within those dark eyes.

"You better leave before my dragon gets here," I sputtered, my voice cracking. I tensed when the stranger seemingly rolled his eyes, snorting in a mocking chortle. I furrowed my brow and set my mouth in a straight, flat line. "I mean it! You better- you better get back… or something, before I… holler." I mentally kicked myself and bit my lip in frustration. Oh, great going Hiccup, further demean yourself with half-assed threats—this thing wasn't going to treat me seriously. Hopefully, he wouldn't kill me before Toothless arrived.

I was in a precarious position on the ground, fingers gouging into the mud and silt that lined the shore of the lake. I quickly tried to scurry away, the heels of my boots digging into the muck for leverage. I kept glancing at the dense mass of foliage and shrubbery beside me, panic pooling at the pit of my belly, desperately hoping, pleading, that Toothless would finally emerge and rescue me from this…this stranger. I mentally punched myself this time. Why, for the love of Odin, did I go back to the grotto by myself? Earlier in the day, I had gone to the cove with Toothless to spend another tranquil afternoon doodling in my sketchbook—I hadn't realized until it was nearly time for bed that I had left my sketchbook back at the cove. I hadn't bothered waking up Toothless since I was only going to be out for a short amount of time, enough so that I could quickly retrieve my journal and head back.

I flinched when the stranger took a tepid step forward, the darkness of the night filtering away and revealing something rather unsettling. I flushed and quickly averted my gaze, realizing that the stranger was completely nude. He halted at my unease, his expression schooling a look of uncertainty. He then made a strange garbling sound in the back of his throat, the sound coming out clipped. I raised an eyebrow at him, altogether forgetting my discomfort as I shot him an incredulous stare. Was he going to spit at me or something?

He continued to take deliberate steps towards me, clawed nails protruding from his toes and leaving small grooved imprints in the sand. I still looked away, my gaze anchored fixedly over the surface of the lake. If I continued to scurry away, I'd either end up flat on my back in the mud or waist deep in water.

"Stop walking!" I cried, my chest heaving in and out. At my command, he suddenly stilled, talon-adorned fingers flexing. Bemused, I took the opportunity to shout for Toothless, my voice steadily raising in volume and ricocheting off the jagged rock walls surrounding the grotto.

I shut my mouth and relaxed my shoulders, instantly relieved at the thought of Toothless hearing my calls for help and coming to my rescue. However, as more time passed and Toothless' appearance never came, dread welled within me, adrenaline rushing rapidly through my veins. I realized now that Toothless wasn't going to come for me, and if he did, he'd be too late.

I quickly scanned the stranger's face, confused at the tentativeness there, as if he was torn between staying put or continuing forward. He made that strange crooning noise again, the sound still clipped and warbled, and for some odd reason my expression softened. There was something about that guttural groan that seemed so recognizable and humbling- it made my heart ache in familiarity. And then I took the time to scourge his face again, taking note of the trail of iridescent black scales that dotted in a pattern around his eyes, surrounded by jagged black hair that hung in layered strands across his forehead and nearly brushed the tip of his scaled shoulders. If that didn't give it away, then the horned ears sticking out of his head certainly did.

In that instant, my brain nearly imploded. This thing, this stranger with a tail standing a little ways away from me, he couldn't possibly be…

"T-Toothless?"

He crooned.