Well, first fic actually posted on since those horrible monstrosities that are hopefully erased from the internet. Oh well, enough talk. On with the story.
Green
My viking's eyes are turning green. Not the nice, normal green the Night Fury's viking has. No. They are becoming an angry green. The same sick green that comes from wanting what one can not have. His own wants were poisoning him in a way no creature's venom could.
Of all he wanted, he wanted the Night Fury the most.
I could not truly blame him. After all, Night Furies are rare and before the day its viking brought it down, few had seen it, let alone caught it. As fierce as I was and as hard as I had fought, I was still brought down. Aside from that, my viking always wants what seems to be just beyond his reach: the Night Fury, the yellow-haired girl, the role of leader. Things he just may never have.
He has become rather good at hiding that horrible green from the others of his kind. The Night Fury's viking didn't seem to notice a thing, the yellow-haired girl is often so focused that she sees nothing at all, and the mirrored ones squabble amongst themselves too often to notice much of anything. Only the Gronckle's viking seemed to notice something was amiss, but he remained silent. To the others, everything was as it should be. He trained with them, ate with them, joined them in much of what he was asked to, this he did as naturally as could be and no one was the wiser. Even I would sometimes forget the awful look that would take over his face once the other vikings (and that Night Fury) were gone. But once he was alone, no other vikings and rarely another dragon, the green eyes would return, often bringing the same soul-rending hatred with it.
I should do something. The green eyes blind him to all but what he does not have, blinds him to what he does have or can get. But what could I do? I have existed for long enough. I have seen what the vikings are capable of when they are filled with hatred, bitterness, or envy. It rarely ends well for anyone.
I watch him disappear through the trees beyond the village, that war hammer of his slung over his shoulder. The forest has felt the results of the green eyes. Rocks and trees were smashed and broken. If it broke with a satisfying enough sound, it would be broken. I seldom followed. These odd rages made him as predictable as a storm, and I had enough scars as it is.
Something seemed to hang in the air, just over the horizon. I did not know what it was, but I dreaded its arrival. My viking would dread it as well... should he live long enough to realize it.
Well, that's it. And this will be all, unless I can figure out if I can go anywhere with this without screwing it up too horribly. Anyways, please review if you liked it. And if you didn't, please review anything and tell me what could have been better.