Naga!Pythor x Reader

In Which Pythor is a Pretty Terrifying Driver, but not a Bad Dance Partner

    "Do we still have human clothes in the wardrobes?" Pythor asked her. 

    "I believe so, your highness," She nodded, a bit of confusion in her eyes. 

    "Excellent!" Lost in his enthusiasm, Pythor shot out the door before you could ask anything else. 

 The Fangpyre woman looked at you once more before she shut the door after him. Standing on tired legs, you groaned, the day had already been long enough, and now Pythor was sending you back to your office for a copy of a riddle that was taped to your wall. 

    You took off your richly colored head cover and traded it for your brown scarf, wondering what kind of clothes he was going to pick out for you, considering you had no idea where your old ones went. Some servants had to have taken them during the day. You'd have to ask someone about it.

   Lost in that thought, it mildly startled you when Pythor re-entered the room. Or at first you didn't realize that it was Pythor. 

    He had a dark purple suit-vest over a white button-up shirt, and black slacks accented by a pair of shiny leather shoes. The markings on his face and hands were gone, and his chocolate hair had lost the violet sheen. He looked . . . human. 

    You blinked a couple times, "You've got, um, legs." 

    "Yes, Yes, very perceptive love, we went over this this morning, generals can change appearances," he handed you a bundle, your old clothes cleaned and neatly folded. 

    That solved that mystery. 

    He slung his satchel over his shoulder, "Hurry, let's get going, do you need anything or can I have us flown directly to the University to Ninjago?" 

    You couldn't help but grin imagining everyone's faces if you came flying in on a Cobrai Copter, though you doubted that even with his love for show Pythor would be that brash. 

    "What are you grinning about? Answer my question please." 

    You snapped out of your thoughts, "I actually don't have my passcard- it's in my car."

    "Which is where?" 

    "On the northern outskirts of Ninjago City."

    "Simple enough. Go get changed," He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, opening the new tray on the table and starting in on some chocolate cake decorated with swirling white icing. 

    You did as you were told, coming back to the sitting area and eating some of the cake yourself as Pythor called the pilot. 

    It fascinated you that the snakes had so quickly figured out modern technology, but you had to remind yourself that Ninjago had had flying machines and other marvels  for centuries. But still- some parts of the continent lived like it was still ancient times, while Ninjago city was testing out flying cars. 

    You followed Pythor out of the palace and to hangar full of various Serpentine vehicles, the colors of each making it plain what tribes they belonged to. 

    You boarded a Hypnobrai helicopter, with a hunch of who it belonged to. He flew you to the outskirts of Ninjago City, the two of you exiting out into the sand. You trotted beside Pythor's long gait, the man still somehow as smooth as a snake even with legs. 

    You took the lead upon his prompt, removing your scarf from your head,starting down the alleys that the bus had gone down to take you to Ouroboros. 

    "So you just blindly got on a bus with a bunch of Serpentine?" Pythor asked, his eyes had cooled to a molten brown but you could see the fuchsia ring of the true color glowing around the iris.