To Protect, Friends
a/n: This is just for myself right now; I wanted to portray my ideas about HTTYD movie. I began writing this, with in mind of the first movie, gift of the night fury, and book of dragons being released; I know there are planned future installments for this series (at least two more movies, and a TV show) but these are my writings.
This is also my first fanfic, so open to ideas on writing styles and criticism.
Thump… Thump! My eyes open slowly to feel some small debris hit the side of my face; the tiny specs lie there until they slide off. Lying sideways I begin to rotate my body to face the ceiling above my bed with ease. The sight of the old wood ceiling brings comfort being in my home, a place that no matter what, never grows old to the people that live within.
You can still smell the hot embers of the wood burning through the night. A roar comes from the great beast that resides on the roof. Why do you stay Toothless? My slumber was tiresome due to the restless night; I am nothing compared to the beast you are. My body kept flipping and turning trying to achieve a calm state of mind. Why me? The whole I night I was thinking about the relationship with the Night Fury, what pulled us together; we were sworn enemies until I… I mean we, intervened in our once hate filled war; we opened the barrier separating our kinds. Everything changed… everything.
It has been getting slightly warmer for the past two weeks, spring is due soon from this long winter, but the weather cannot be predicted, hopefully soon there will be no need of the warmth granted by fires once more. Those fires being are only means to survive the harsh winters we have to endure. If at any point we couldn't achieve a flame or spark, it meant certain death for everyone in the village. Dragons made this not an issue any longer.
Toothless, of course, was trying to get me up at the crack of dawn to go out flying. I gave you the option to fly on your own, but why choose me, why choose to wait? I felt an extra weight on my muscles from all the work of transporting logs the other day. I was surprised we were getting so much wood since the snow was melting more each day. It was only around the houses in our village so Toothless didn't aid me much in my efforts. He carefully observed me time from time as I moved each of the logs to the great hall and the workshop, making several growls and roars each time I showed strain in the work. The job wasn't completed until the sun was near setting beneath the ocean once more, a view any viking on this coast could enjoy without issue, though most of them rather be out fighting then watching a glowing ball of fire set.
I keep more of those wings in the shop, in case… The beast lets out another roar trying to wake me from my resting state. I rub my eyes and wipe what little crust there is away, followed by a yawn; I continue by pushing my leg and prosthetic to the side of my bed, the hunk of metal and wood still alien to me. Another thump and roar follows from the beast, I let out a quiet shout "I'll be out there soon!" He responds with a calmer roar then silently waits for me knowing I'm awake now; …in case I am unable to be in the skies, you will be able to go on without this body. Don't feel bad, I would be okay with this, you will surely outlive me in time anyways.
I sit on my bed for a while looking at my left leg, or what remains of it, a sight that I can't truly accept. Damn… it's been 7 months with it (about 2 months after Snoggletog), this contraption which now holds the "honor" of being my left leg; I carefully set on the hard wood floor, the Fury saved me from being eaten by fire, but my leg had perished?. I put some weight on it enough to make the spring at the foot part go up and down, listening to the small creaks it makes with each push of force upon it, must've been the impact with the Green Death's tail... I was only able to piece the battle together in my mind slowly, and that part took time to recall.
I finally get up to stand on both legs, making sure not to stumble on my left; I look to my helmet, the only memento of my mother. I decide to leave it behind, there's no need for that today. I carefully take step by step trying to reach the door in my room to get out of here in silence, everyone in the village is usually asleep when Toothless tries to, or does wake me up.
I stumble down the stairs quietly from my room and walk past that rustic pot sitting above the fire near the dwelling's entrance; the small inferno still crackles and pops every now and then, the small blaze could entrance you if starred at for too long.
The taste of that sour soup made by Stoick last night still remains in my mouth; that sheep must've gotten into some nasty stuff. I look to see if my father is awake, luckily Toothless only took me from my mind's embrace this morning. Father has been a lot more relaxed, without war, he can rest his mind and rejoice this period of peace. Stoick had a strange way of sleeping, his bed different from many other due to his enormous size. The viking was always on his stomach when asleep never on his back, something I thought was always peculiar.
I head to the door which sits in the front of my home, instead of taking the back entrance which led through my father's room. With my right arm I begin to push on the wooden frame to open the door, using a little more force, along with the assistance of my left hand now, I am able to disposition the snow reinforcing the entrance. I walk out and shut it back to its original location.
As I turn from shutting the door covered in iron, I am surprised by Toothless, his large dark figure appearing out of nowhere in front of my body. I fall back and land on where some snow used to be, my back gladly takes the fall and with this, pain shoots all around my body; Toothless is soon by my side looking at me with his heavy green eyes, they are filled with some worry knowing he frightened me into this state. He lets a small concerned growl from his throat; as I push myself up from the ground he nudges me on the back with his snout lightly to help get me standing once more."Thanks buddy," I say giving him a scratch behind his scaly ears, he looks at me with joy, but shows some concern, I return it with a slight grin to assure him I'm fine. He lets out a growl of pleasure and he lowers his bulking black body for me to hop on.
The sun is only starting to peek over the horizon, the cold will soon flee in terror from its powerful rays, but for now coldness still grasps the village of Berk. Toothless seems a little more eager than usual; the beast releases restless growls the longer I take getting ready for our flight. We are the best of friends, I know he is superior to me, yet he treats me as his equal… I give the beast a rub on his scaly hide once more; off in the distance I notice something, past the little islands surrounding our home. A giant grey lump of clouds building up in the sky, "looks like spring is going to have to wait a bit longer." Toothless then turns his head towards me with a look of impatience. I hook on the harness and my left leg locks in place; let's do this, "Alright let's go!" giving him a grin as he turns back preparing our launch into the great blue beyond.