A/N: Another double drabble... I'll probably expand on this plot line in future drabbles... this has the possibility of being quite fun. :) Thanks for reading, reviewing, liking, and following! Enjoy, and please review!
Camelot Has the Hiccups
4. The Translator
"This is amazing!" Hiccup squeaked, looking delightedly from Merlin and Arthur to the two dragons. "I can't believe I'm finally going to talk with you, Bud!" Beside him, Toothless gurgled.
Merlin smiled. "Thanks, Kilgharrah for agreeing to translate from the dragon language. " Kilgharrah inclined his head somberly, and caught Hiccup in a golden, questioning gaze.
"Oh, wow, um, right – this is great! – oh, I know! What was it you said last night when my flight suit malfunctioned in mid-air? You sounded kinda annoyed."
"Oh, my," Kilgharrah said pleasantly, mirth dancing in his eyes. "He is not, young Viking telling you something, so much as he is calling you something."
Hiccup's eyes widened. "Wait, what did he call me?" He spun to face Toothless, who looked at his friend with enormous green eyes, totally unapologetic. "What did you call me?"
Kilgharrah flashed his terrible teeth in a reptilian grin. "He called you," the dragon chuckled, "a prat."
Hiccup's eyes widened as Toothless crooned innocently. "Merlin," said Hiccup seriously, "you are becoming a bad influence on my dragon."
"It's all in good fun," Merlin insisted. "Arthur loves that nickname; you will too!"
"Arthur," drawled Arthur, "most certainly does not."