Authors Note:
It's been such a long time since I've written fanfiction. Last time... I think it was Freshman year of High School, and here I am now, a college student who doesn't have near enough time on her hands to actually sit and spill her ideas onto the internet. But I want to try, so here's my idea for a How To Train Your Dragon fic. All characters that appear in HTTYD belong to Dreamworks, and everything else is mine.
Let's give this a spin.
"'Old 'er down. Make 'er watch."
Vera screamed, throwing herself hard towards he village chief, Traver, but other vikings were holding her arms and she got nowhere. Despite a life a training, seventeen years wasn't long enough to grow stronger than the two men that held her. Nor were her words enough to get them to let her go. She had thus resorted to animal sounds. And with her brown hair knotted and mud-soaked, and her eyes wide with fear and anger she looked more animal than human.
Directly in her line of sight a yearling dragon squirmed, held fast to the floor of the dragon ring by chains and leather and a wooden block around it's neck. It was a Nightfury, and with glowing eyes it watched Vera pleadingly. It made small sounds not unlike whimpers, tiny keening sobs. Traver strode towards it, a battle-dulled knife in his hand. He wasn't even going to take the time to sharpen the blade.
"It's ah girl, so Vera says." He mumbled to the crowd that was slowly growing. He ran his fingers over the white spines that protruded from the dragon's back. "Ah Nightfury too... never seen ah young one, let 'lon one with white un it." He raised the knife, making the yearling buck backwards, attempting to escape.
"Don't hurt her!" Vera screamed, desperately trying to pull free. "Please, Traver- Moria's young, she can be trained. We can use her to keep the other dragons away!"
Traver scoffed, and when he turned his head to look at her Vera could see the scars on his neck spelling out his answer. "Their kind can't be trusted." He pressed the tip of the knife against where the wing membrane met Moria's back, enough pressure to pierce the delicate skin. With a grunt he slashed the knife along the seam where back met wing.
The Dragon shrieked. Vera wailed. The crowd cheered.
Updates are going to take a while probably. I don't have a ton of inspiration for this fic, and really no plot in my head yet. Comment to let me know what you think so far.