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This story is based loosely and slightly dedicated to QueenAurora's story, return of the dragon rider, in which Hiccup runs away in the first movie and returns ten years later with his dragon rider friends. It's one of the only fanfics which I have read all of, and I recommend you read that after you read this. Mainly cuz I'm a horrible writer and I wanted to give you something good to read!
Also, this is the first part of the prologue as I like to keep chapters short. It will be based around the time of the second movie.
So yeah, follow, favourite and review if you liked and enjoy!
"...leaving. We're leaving. Pack up. Looks like you and I are taking a little vacation...forever." Hiccup dumped the crate of fish on the ground and Toothless bounded over. He sighed and watched the large black dragon gobble up the fish.
He had no choice but to leave. He had to. But something was holding him back. Over the time he had spent with Toothless, he had learned that dragons weren't what everyone thought they were. They were thoughtful, caring creatures that were just misunderstood. If he left, they would still kill them.
Toothless sensed the boy was sad, and when he was done the fish he curled himself sympathetically around the boy's legs. Hiccup rubbed his head.
They would kill any dragon, even one that was on the brink of death anyway. Vikings weren't overly understanding people, in all honesty. At all. In fact, they'd probably celebrate his disappearance. A huge party in the Meade Hall, and every year after that, celebrating. His dad leading the festivities, of coarse.
He sat down on a rock and stared at the sandy dirt.
Toothless nudged his shoulder, asking to go flying probably. He'd give up in a minute.
But he didn't, and kept poking Hiccup with his nose. When Toothless' nose found it's way to Hiccup's face, Hiccup swatted him away gently and turned to face the dragon.
"Yes?"
Toothless looked to his right and back again. Hiccup followed his gaze, then shrieked and jumped back, falling off the rock and banging his head on the ground.
A deadly nadder, or at least the body of one, was lying not even ten metres from him. It was riddled with wounds from numerous axes and swords and lying in a pool of dragon blood. How had he not noticed that?
He stood up and walked slowly up to it, Toothless close behind him. It's eyes had glazed over and it's wounds were clotted with blood.
No. He couldn't leave. At least not yet. He couldn't let all these innocent dragons die.
He had to at least try.
