Scorch Marks, Broken Doors and Other Mishaps….
Summary: Hiccup is the only one with any real experience of dealing with a dragon, so while he's unconscious how does the village cope? Hiccup will be seen prominently however he will be in a coma about 60-95% of the story this is the rest of the village figuring out by trial and error how to get along.
Author's Note: I have resurfaced, now let me explain, here's how it goes: computer had stuff, computer crashed, lost all data, sold computer, bought new computer- starting from scratch.
This little series of snippets is to refresh my fingers to the habit of writing, that being said PLEASE don't flame, I will use them to light a fire to cook fish for Toothless. I will be happy to accept constructive criticism and any good reviews.
Rated K+ its mild nothing more than scorch marks and light bruising though Hiccup's leg is discussed!
Ch 1: Scorch Marks_
The village stood uneasily watching as Stoick carried his unconscious son up to the house, Astrid following closely on his heels. The rest were left standing in the middle of the village with dragons surrounding them and for the first time the Vikings didn't know what to do with them. They knew that the dragons wouldn't outright kill them, but as to what they would do the Vikings weren't sure, no one but Hiccup had really had interactions with a dragon before besides killing it.
There was a rustling of wings as the night fury known by Hiccup as Toothless came into the crowd, and everyone backed away from the dragon no one knew anything about. Toothless for his part went towards Stoick's house but stopped at the porch in front of the house.
"What do we do now?" one villager asked, in a hushed tone that showed he was still afraid of being randomly eaten by the dragons that were now quietly occupying their beach.
"Relax they won't hurt you." Fishlegs spoke up pushing his way to the middle of the crowd, gronkle in tow.
"That doesn't tell us what we need to do now, how do we get them to leave?" a woman asked.
"They have nowhere else to go." Snotlout argued, "We can't just cast them out now."
"They've killed us!" one villager cried, and the dragons shrank away from the angry noise.
"And we've killed them. That's not a good enough argument anymore." Astrid argued back, her voice stern.
That left everyone looking unsure for the first time that perhaps what they were doing was in fact wrong.
"So what do we do with the beasts?" one man finally spoke again.
"We can live in peace with them, Hiccup did." Astrid replied.
"And look where that got him!"
Astrid turned to glare at the one who'd spoken just as Toothless came bounding to her side with a growl, head low.
Everyone backed away at the sight of the angry Night Fury; no one knew what to do with him, much less how to act around him.
"Toothless, easy boy… take it easy c'mon they don't know what they're saying." Astrid tried to push Toothless back but for every inch she managed he pushed forward several more. Vaguely she wondered how on Earth Hiccup had managed to keep Toothless from attacking her or anyone else when she could barely keep him from moving, she knew that Toothless was only allowing himself to be held; that if he wanted he could spring forward.
Toothless finally settled with a growl but remained crouched, tail twitching for a chance to get at someone who dared insult his human.
"You can't say that about Hiccup, look what he did! He saved the village from that horrible dragon- none of you would've even stood a chance against him. Hiccup succeeded where we failed." Astrid rebuked.
She moved forward spotting the Nadder she'd ridden during the fight and once close enough she slowed and held a hand out smiling as the dragon nudged with and then nuzzled her nose into the touch.
"They aren't bloodthirsty killers; you saw what Hiccup did in the ring with the Monstrous Nightmare- we can all learn to do the same." Astrid told them.
She smiled encouragement as the other teens joined her in the center of the ring- each of the dragons they'd ridden in the battle following closely behind.
"Give them a chance- don't we owe them that much- we did render them pretty much homeless." Fishlegs called.
One of the braver men gave a huff and moved forward towards the Monstrous Nightmare that stood anxiously near Snotlout. The man, remembering what Astrid had done he slowed but the Nightmare was still so wary that even the reassuring hand of Snotlout couldn't keep it from starting itself on a fire and slinging a small burst of flame at the man making them all disappear in a cloud of smoke. When it finally settled the man was a little singed but no worse for wear and he laughed proclaiming,
"I think that was my fault."
He stepped forward again and the Nightmare stayed put shying away when the man's hand neared its head but finally relaxed enough to not do a repeat performance.
"That's good, take it nice and easy." Snotlout encouraged.
A woman looked around unsure before she knelt down to where one of the Terrors sat licking itself clean and she gently picked it up and scratched its back gently causing it to start purring loudly.
"Just like a cat." She grinned.
The tension was broken as people slowly began to intermingle with the dragons, everyone moving carefully afraid of what might happen, but after a few false starts and a few more people being singed they were acting more casually around the creatures they had fought for so long.
Astrid had to smile and looked down to Toothless who was watching with interested eyes. She touched him softly and he looked up at her.
"Hiccup would be proud." She stated.
"Astrid, we got Hiccup settled, the healer is taking a look at him now." Gobber's voice made her whirl around and at first everything seemed fine, at least until Toothless caught the smell of blood. With a loud screech he bounded forward and knocked Gobber over pinning him beneath his feet. Gobber was frozen in terror at what had just occurred.
"Toothless no! Stop!" Astrid cried. She grabbed the broken harness that the dragon still wore and tried to pull him off to no avail.
Toothless took in a deep breath, preparing to shoot flame,
"Toothless stop!"
She looked down and realized what the problem was.
"Gobber, blood! Explain!"
"He's alright he'll live! The healer has to amputate his leg!" Gobber cried out.
Toothless for a moment seemed unmoved, the energy building but at the last moment released the fireball to the side of Gobber's head- close enough he could feel the heat singe his hair but leave him unharmed.
Toothless backed off him still growling, but more settled then before as Astrid helped him up before demanding, "What do you mean amputate?"
"His leg was crushed in the fall- the bone is shattered and the muscles torn to shreds." Gobber told her sadly, "He'll match his beast here." Gobber continued gesturing to Toothless who growled again.
Astrid stood in a shock a moment, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Toothless nudged her arm and she scratched his head, "Oh Toothless I'm so sorry."
The Night Fury had comprehended some of what was happening at least for he nudged away from her hold and crept up the hill towards the house where his human lay unconscious.
The entire village watched in saddened silence.
"What happens now?" Gobber asked.
"We'll have to wing it I guess. The one with all the answers is currently unconscious." Astrid muttered bitterly before she too headed up the hill.
No one said a word, none needed to……..