Call of the Night
Meeting the Danger of the Dragon
A/N: Okay, so, this ISN'T my idea, okay? This idea is from the AMAZING masterthief-extrodinare! So don't hurt me for taking this idea. THEY SAID IT WAS OKAY! DON'T HURT ME! But no, really. Thank you SO much masterthief! I will happily twist this story into something you don't even know! But you MIGHT recognize a few of what's happening from your own story. No plot thievery, however. I am too much of a gentleman(women) to do such a HEINOUS crime. ONTO THE STORY (hopefully it'll be long…)
~Hiccup POV~
Gods I was bored. I looked out a window beside me with a small sigh, feeling anger and sadness swell in my chest. I was at the Deadly Nadder café. Most of the café's with such strange names were run by one of gang bosses in the area. There was the Terrible Terror, the Deadly Nadder, the Monstrous Nightmare and the Gronicle. I was with Gobber, my father's second in command, I wasn't allowed near any of the café's but Gobber allows me to go to any of them, knowing full well that none of the gangs around here would wreck one another's café. The only café that was missing was the Night Furry, who is the most feared in Berk. No one knows why he doesn't have a café, but he doesn't.
I vaguely heard Gobber stop talking and turned to him, lifting an eyebrow. "What?" "Hush." I noticed that he wasn't looking at me any more and at someone else. I didn't recognize him or the girl beside him. The male was tall with black hair that spiked up a little at the back, his eyes covered by his bangs. He wore a long black coat with a black shirt under, with kinda baggy pants and boots that clicked on the floors as he walked. Both also black. He moved his bangs and I gasped at the color of his eyes. His eyes were the strangest color. A toxic green in color with pupils that looked like slits. The girl beside him had golden hair in braids and a blue eye color. She wore a red skirt with dark leggings and a blue striped shirt. They both walked into the back room and I, without Gobber noticing, slipped out of our booth and walked over to the door, peering in. The female he was talking to had blue hair with golden eyes, her dress covered in blue and yellow. She was strong built and beautiful. People called her Nadder, but no one knew her real name. The strange male spoke, his voice deep and rich. "Do you have the money you owe me, Nadder?" The female gave a tremor of fear and nodded, handing out a bundle of cash. The other girl grabbed it without batting an eyelash. "Thank you, Nadder." He turned and I quickly moved but not fast enough. As I was moving back to the table I crashed into him, making us both pause. He looked down at me with those almost glowing toxic eyes and grinned, his mouth full of sharp pointed fangs.
"Well hello there. I'd suggest getting back to whoever is looking after you and quickly." I nodded, my throat too clogged to reply, quickly racing back to Gobber and he looked at me as if I had just survived a shark attack without so much as a scratch. The man looked at Gobber and stiffened before striding with a bit of a hurry out of the café. I looked at Gobber, becoming curious of the male and he sighed and nodded at me, I grinned and raced from the café, sneaking out the back way. I watched a long dark car pull away and raced after it. I kept running and thanked the Gods I was on track this year so I could actually keep up. I kept running until I felt my lungs burn and even then I didn't stop running. Finally the car stopped outside of a house on the outskirts of town. The house looked like the rest on the block, making me frown. The garage opened and the car pulled in, I saw look-outs by the front door and I was too late to make a run for the garage as it closed with a gentle "thump". I looked around and, moving with the shadows, slipped around the back of the house. Luckily they had a back door and I quietly opened it, thanking the Gods that it wasn't locked. I slid inside and quietly closed the door, finding the house pitch black.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark but soon it did and I was able to see semi-clearly. The kitchen was neat and very expensive looking; Im sure if the light was turned on it would sparkle with how fine it looked. I shook my head and slipped out of the kitchen, being as silent as possible and heard two people talking, they sounded similar in age and I saw two people amble in from the hallway. One boy and one girl, obviously twins. They both had blue eyes with pale gold hair, the girls was parted in braids and the guys was long and moved down his back and shoulders. They wore grey shirts and black pants, both holding a spear. "Im telling you, Roughnut, Toothless looked confused!" the male said, speaking to the female, Roughnut, apparently. "Well don't let him hear you say that! You know how he gets, Tuffnut!" Roughnut replied. Interesting names, I had to say. We all had strange names, I guess. I wonder why? Some say it's because our ancestors were Vikings and the tradition to name strangely was passed down. They punched each other as they walked down another hallway. I sighed with relief, and crept down the hall they came from, unnoticed. I grinned at myself, and looked around, noticing a few doors here and there before coming upon the main room. It was rather large with a flat-screen TV, a large couch and a few chairs. Stairs leading to the upper part of the house was off to my left and I quickly made a break for it. I ran upstairs and into a long hallway, one of the doors had a light shining under it, so I walked over to check what was going on. I pressed my ear to the door and heard an unfamiliar female voice. "Toothless, what's wrong?" "When I don't speak for a while, why must you all think something is wrong?" Toothless replied. "Because usually something is." "Fine. It was that boy! He stared at me and didn't seem to hold a trace of fear! He might have been shocked, nervous, yes, but he wasn't afraid! And now I can't get him off my mind! Am I sick? Astrid-" so THAT was her name! "Is something wrong with me?" "No sir! Of course not!" "You know me better then anyone, Astrid. Are you absolutely sure nothing is wrong with me?" "Yes sir. Nothing is wrong with you." There was a relived sigh. Then I heard a different voice, coming from right behind me.
It belonged to that girl named Roughnut. "Well, well, well! What do we have here?" I felt two rough hands grab me and slam open the door, a strange hand get tangled into the back of my hair and force me to look up at the approaching male. "Look what we found, boss! A little rat! He was listening in on your conversation! What should we do with him?" Toothless grins and I don't understand how he got that name. His mouth was full of sharp, pointed teeth! I gulp hard and force any and all fear away, locking eyes with him. "Leave him here. I know who he is and who is father is. I've seen that face before. Leave us! We have some…..things to discus…" "Yes sir!" Astrid, Tuffnut and Roughnut cry out in union, escaping out the only door. His hand grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks me up, making me cry out in shock and pain. He forces me onto his desk, letting me go and moving to stand by the door. The only way in, the only way out. He and I stared at each other for a while before I decided to break the silence. "So…" "So?" "What did you wanna know?" I saw his mouth twitch in a need to smile but he didn't let himself. "Oh you know…Where you father is. If he's worried about you. How much he'd pay to get you back…" I thought the questions over carefully before frowning. "He's probably at home by now with Gobber. I doubt he's worried. He never is when it comes to me. And he wouldn't pay anything I'd bet. He doesn't care about me. Keeps trying to get me to muscle up and sense I don't he couldn't care less about me." Toothless looked at me for any hint of lying and frowned when he found none. "Really? He truly doesn't care about you? Strange…I would have thought the chiefs only son would care and awful lot where he is. But what do I know?" He gave a low laugh before looking at me a little sadly. Pity. Of course. And from a gang boss, no less. "Let's test something. How about you stay with us, act as part of our gang, and see when your father starts to grow worried. Sound good?" He stuck his hand out to me and I looked at him wearily, frowning. After a second of thinking I reached out and gingerly took his hand. "Deal."
A/N: Well….that took longer then I thought. Its gonna a bitch to keep-up on both of these fanfictions (I have a LinkxGanon one too). Please be patent, it's gonna take a while for me to keep these up-dated cause I keep getting FUCKING WRITERS BLOCK. Kay thanks.