What can I say? Dragons have a good sense of smell. I seem to have inherited the senses of tracker dragons.
[If the way he was able to suss out the boy's smell from every other human in the city was anything to go by. Hiccup still remembered the scent from the quickie in the library, the heedy smell that assaulted his senses alongside his husband's arousal. Coffee (although he didn't know what it was called at the time), electricity, papers, magical residue similar in ways to North's when the older man used his own brand of magic, but with enough of a unique scent that was just so Dave. Was he really waxing poetic about the way the boy smelled? Fishlegs would be proud.
He follows on automatic whether or not Dave makes a gesture for him to, lowering his arms to his sides as he trailed along after him. The suggestion makes him incline his head, indicating he didn't really care either way.]
Sounds good to me. [Although he was keen to learn more new things about the future, he was a little apprehensive about doing it on his own without someone experienced watching. Jack didn't count. The explanation makes him blink before he smiles.] I get it. I'm...not exactly used to someone being able to see me. [His daughter might have been able to, if her reaction to Toothless when they first went back to Berk was anything to go by, but he never stuck around to find out. And now he'd never know.] Does this count you as my first believer or does the whole magic thing negate that?
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[If the way he was able to suss out the boy's smell from every other human in the city was anything to go by. Hiccup still remembered the scent from the quickie in the library, the heedy smell that assaulted his senses alongside his husband's arousal. Coffee (although he didn't know what it was called at the time), electricity, papers, magical residue similar in ways to North's when the older man used his own brand of magic, but with enough of a unique scent that was just so Dave. Was he really waxing poetic about the way the boy smelled? Fishlegs would be proud.
He follows on automatic whether or not Dave makes a gesture for him to, lowering his arms to his sides as he trailed along after him. The suggestion makes him incline his head, indicating he didn't really care either way.]
Sounds good to me. [Although he was keen to learn more new things about the future, he was a little apprehensive about doing it on his own without someone experienced watching. Jack didn't count. The explanation makes him blink before he smiles.] I get it. I'm...not exactly used to someone being able to see me. [His daughter might have been able to, if her reaction to Toothless when they first went back to Berk was anything to go by, but he never stuck around to find out. And now he'd never know.] Does this count you as my first believer or does the whole magic thing negate that?