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[snowandfrost]

Does anyone know if there's a such thing as a care of dragons database outside of this version of STAR Labs?

[Caitlin is sitting in the medical lab and on the table next to her in a nestle of blankets as a very banged up red, scaly whelp no bigger than the size of a small puppy with a very weak pilot light on the tip of its tail. She reaches and caresses along its back, clearly concerned for it]

I found this little guy outside on my way here, he looks like he's in bad shape.

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[bringstheheat]

Naw, but I seen the movie. [What? He liked it.]

I don't know about dragons but I used to have to take care of animals on the farm back home.

[snowandfrost]

His pilot light is weak and he barely takes some of the roasted chicken I got for him. Is there anything else I can do to help with it?

[bringstheheat]

Lemme come down there. How warm is it? [Mick's never cared for a dragon, but he can certainly take a few guesses at what the little thing might need.]

[snowandfrost]

149 Celsius internal. Though I don't know if that's good or bad for a dragon at this age.

[She goes back to caressing the poor thing along its back as it sleeps, curled up.]

[bringstheheat]

Keep doing what you're doing Doc. I'm on my way.
[And maybe Mick will be able to reliably call his flame to help warm the little thing.

.. he hopes.]

[snowandfrost]

[She nods and tries to nudge the little plate of chicken near it]

Maybe you're more of a red meat eater.

[bringstheheat]

I'll see what I can get along the way.

[And about twenty minutes later Mick is letting himself in, a bundle under one arm to find Caitlin and the little dragon snoozing in a pile of blankets.

Mick pulls off his gloves (no small thing for anyone who may know him) and takes a breath.] Here goes nothing.

[He remembers what Savitar taught him, breathing easily as he summons the fire within him. It doesn't explode outward so much as slowly cascade out towards his hand and his fingertips.

With luck the extra heat will rouse and soothe the baby.]

[snowandfrost]

[She's confused for a second when he takes his gloves off. She keeps her hands off the dragon and her eyes widen a little when fire comes out of his hands. Well. That's new. Still, she keeps an eye on the baby, who coos quietly at the extra heat and blinks its eyes open. It practically curls into the fire and scents against it. Still, it's very weak and the pilot light is still pretty weak.]

[bringstheheat]

Damn. [He need more fire, but he also doesn't need to blow up the damn lab. Mick frowns and tries to concentrate as he summons extra warmth for the baby who seems to be responding to the fire.] Got any tips on how to ramp up the heat without blowing us both up?

[snowandfrost]

...you might not like her.

[bringstheheat]

You do remember we met at that wedding right? I met her. She ain't that bad and the little one here needs more fire.

[snowandfrost]

[She nods then takes a deep breath, reaching into any kind of anger within her. The shift from one to the other gets easier and easier every time. Killer Frost looks at him, amused that he's there]

Fire it up. I"ll play extinguisher if you get out of hand.

[bringstheheat]

[Mick's answering smirk is quick before he closes his eyes and tries to focus on what Savitar had taught him in Egypt.] Just don't turn me into a popsicle.

[The intensity of the heat picks up, brighter flames licking along his fingertips. His shirt catches fire and Mick gives an annoyed grunt. Seriously, he's gonna run out of clothes at this rate.]

[snowandfrost]

[His shirt's on fire. Not a Frost problem.]

[The wee dragon however, raises its head and sits up a little straighter, the pilot light on its tail growing and steady until it stays lit for a while. The whelp chirrs sweetly and snaps its jaws at the fire coming from Mick's hands.]

[bringstheheat]

[So long as she doesn't mind the scars.
Or the gun show.

Mick takes a beat, doing his best to ramp up the heat a little more as the dragon seems to respond to his fire.] Looks like that's what he needed after all.

[snowandfrost]

[Frost doesn't dare stick her fingers into the fireball that surrounded her new adoptee. She hears a chirp before it climbs out of the fireball and flies, then hops onto her arm, climbing up until it could perch on her shoulder, wings moving her hair until it blankets itself with the white locks, carefully poking its tail out to the side and keeping the flame away from anything truly flammable.]

Good job, hothead.

[She doesn't care about the scars and hey, Frost can appreciate a gun show.]

[bringstheheat]

Very funny Snowflake.

[It takes a few moments for Mick to try and bring the flames back under control before they gutter and die, leaving nothing more than a red-orange glow beneath his scars.

He peers at the dragon who seems to be a lot happier after getting some extra warmth.] Try giving it a little red meat. Those are sharp looking teeth.

[snowandfrost]

[She tickles beneath the chin of the dragon, who coos in return and looks over at Mick]

Thanks, Hothead. Any luck on that control thing? Now that you're one of us?

[bringstheheat]

I ain't one of anything, Snowflake. No big explosion did this to me. [Yes he knows, Caitlin wanted to run tests and he turned her down flat, but as far as Mick is concerned, he's not a metahuman.

He's just.. different now.

A roll of a shoulder as he picks up what's left of his shirt, sticking his fingers through the holes.] What do you think?

[snowandfrost]

I think you're a metahuman. And I think you got a gift for talking to these little guys. Could be lucrative if you've got more of them flying around.

[bringstheheat]

[Mick is absolutely not going to mention the two hatchlings that were waiting for him outside. Nope. He shakes his head, poking around in the labs for a replacement shirt.] Call me Hiccup and I'll light this place on fire.

Dragon's got living flame on the end of his tail, didn't take much of a leap to think he needed more warmth.

[snowandfrost]

Do that and I'll freeze your favorite body parts off, starting with your favorite.

[Empty threat meet empty threat.]

Wouldn't just throw that ability out. Could even help you control that fire thing.

[bringstheheat]

[Stop it. He likes badasses.

Mick goes looking for some of the meat he'd found and not already given to the other hatchlings he'd discovered following him.] Here. Feed him that, but in small doses. Little ones alway got eyes bigger than their stomachs.

[snowandfrost]

[She holds up the piece of meat to her new friend, who happily gobbles it up]

Got it, small pieces of red meat for the little guy. Keep him warm. Anything else, son of Berk?

[Well, it's not Hiccup]

[bringstheheat]

[Line. Face.
Very funny Frost.

But the little dragon seems to have perked up with some additional flame and a bite to eat.] Keep him warm, lemme know if he needs another fire bath.

[snowandfrost]

[She thinks she's funny. She fades back into Caitlin again. The little one gives a confused noise before sniffing along her cheek. Once he confirms that it's the same person, kind of,
settles back into chewing on the piece of meat]

Thank you, Mick.

[bringstheheat]

[Hysterical.
No, really.

Mick watches the color return to her hair and to her skin. Huh. Interesting. The last time he hadn't had a chance to appreciate the transformation.] S'okay.

Just keep an eye on the little spark. Let me know if he needs more fire. Give it a few days and I'll get you a fire pit built if he needs them more often.

[snowandfrost]

[She gives him a warmer smile at that]

Thanks. I'll keep an eye on his vitals and temperature and let you know if he needs another fire bath. I think he'll be all right.