Toothless begging for Bones

The stable was bathed in that perfect spring light—warm enough to make the scent of blooming jasmine and wild lavender drift in through the open windows, but with just enough of a breeze to keep the dragons comfortable. You were humming a soft tune, your back turned as you carefully checked the buckles on Ave’s gear, making sure the spring shed hadn't made her skin too sensitive. Hiccup, noticing your total focus, caught Toothless’s eye. The dragon was practically vibrating, his pupils so large they swallowed the green of his irises as he stared at that burlap bag. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Hiccup didn't scold him. Instead, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure you weren't looking. Moving with the practiced stealth of a man who spent his life sneaking around a village chief, he reached out and plucked a thick, marrow-filled bone from the bag. He held it out with a wink. Toothless’s jaw unhinged, and with a soft crunch, he accepted the bribe. The dragon’s tail thumped once, muffled by the straw on the floor, as he began to happily gnaw on the treat, his eyes closing in pure bliss. Hiccup went right back to brushing Toothless’s flank as if nothing had happened, his expression the picture of innocence. "Sun’s feeling pretty good today, isn't it?" Hiccup asked casually, his voice loud enough to cover the sound of Toothless’s crunching. "Perfect weather for a long-distance flight. Think Ave’s up for a trip to the northern cliffs after we finish up here?"