Hiccup had survived an exploding dragon, a lightning bolt to the head, and even several bolas, but nothing prepared him for a reptile mother's aggressive affection. She clutched the Night Fury and boy to her chest, spinning with glee and tossing them into the air as a man would toss a toddler. Hiccup's head spun faster than the rest of his body; he was still strapped to the saddle, and Gris's limbs were like muscular tree trunks wrapped around his chest. He thanked the gods that her long talons didn't claw them.
OH MY FURY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OFTEN I WATCHED THE SKIES AND FEARED THAT YOU HAD PERISHED! I DREAMED SO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD RETURN, THAT A MORTAL WITH KIND EYES WOULD FIND YOU!
Toothless gave a strangled warble. It sounded like Hiccup's croaking when his father hugged him too strongly.
OH, I'M SORRY! Her umbrella-shaped wings flared out, and she lowered them onto the mountain top. Her limbs opened to release them.
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