A/N Thanks for all the kind reviews, here's a new chapter for you all! :)
This chapter is a bit rushed, I am sorry.
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Astrid pov
I found myself plummeting down to the bottom of the pit, the bangs being swept away from my face by there sheer speed of which I was falling at. I could see Hiccup not far below me, his eyes shut and arms and legs outstretched, so I tucked my arms legs in and dove down vertically to maximise my aerodynamics.
Underneath me, I could see the Skullions getting closer and closer, giving me a good chance to get a look at what was going to kill me.
Wingless and with no eyes the dark purple beasts we call Skullions were clearly untrainable and killing machines. Their incredibly unnaturally good hearing and smell instantly made up for the lack of sight, accompanied by long razor sharp tallons, made what I thought was a myth become reality.
I was almost level with Hiccup know, and soon I was level with him. I rapped my arms around his waist; if we we were going to die then we would die together.
His beautiful emerald eyes flew open, and he gapted at me. Up a head I could he distance yells and screams, but I just blocked it out, it wasn't important now.
"Astrid, what are you doing here?" He choked out.
There was no time left to answer. We were just meters above the snapping jaws. Even if we did in the very unlikely chance we did survive the fourty meter fall, then we would still be ripped apart, limb by limb by the Skullions. Survival was not an option in the Gods game of fate.
Suddenly I heard a all to familiar whistling screech and a large black shape hurtled out of nowhere, snatching us out the air, just as an exceptionally large Skullion leapt, claws outstretched into the air, teeth clacking with a sickening thud onto nothingness.
I looked up only to see Toothless in his full glory, wings outstretched in a speedy glide, eyes calm and determined. He looked down at us with a grin to see if we were ok, but immediately his eyes widened with concern. That when I realized that the rescue had not gone entirely smoothly.
As the Skullion leapt, it's claws must have caught on the back of Hiccup, leaving long deep, bloody gashes. Luckily for Hiccup he had passed out as soon as it stroke him, allowing him the pleasure of not feeling any pain.
Then Toothless wavoured in the air, and my blood ran cold. Toothless couldn't fly on his own and only Hiccup could fly him due to his prosthetic leg. We couldn't keep on gliding forever.
Then came the arrows.
What could be worse?
The only person who could fly this dragon was unconscious and injured, we are going to crash at any second into a wall and be eaten by enraged Skullions and about a hundred armed berserkers are shooting at you.
Just great.
I had to something, but what? It feels like I am always in these life or death situations.
An arrow rushed pasted me, barely missing my head, grazing my shoulder. Filled with sudden determination I wiggled out of Toothless's grip so I was just cling to his leg, and hoisted myself into the saddle.
As soon as I did that Toothless protectivly wrapped his legs around Hiccup, so he was shielded from the onslaught of arrows.
I quickly kicked of my left shoe and jammed it into the prosthetic wincing as the metal bit into my bare foot, drawing blood. It was a narrow fit, but I made it.
I had seen Hiccup fly Toothless so many times that I had kind of mentally taught myself how to fly him.
I served left and right, desperately trying to avoid the arrows and fly upwards at the same time. However just as Toothless and I finally shot spiralling upwards out of the pit, a well aimed arrow managed to somehow find a way into my left arm, piercing the flesh and sinking down to the bone.
My vision swam but and I had to fight for consciousness, but I still managed to urge Toothless forward at full speed, allowing us to shoot like a lightning bolt away from the berserkers and into open ocean.
I felt sick and dizzy, I was to scared to look down at my arm because of what I might see. Woman up, I told myself and flooded down. The sheer amount of blood pouring from my wound shocked me, the warm red liquid cover my arm and clothes, the arrow protruding from it was sticking out at a jaunty angle and was stained red. Shakly I reached over and pulled the arrow out with a sickly squelch . I screamed in pain as even more blood flowed down my arm, my body spasming in pain. Then everything went black.
Toothless gave a moan of dispare as he plummeted down towards the ocean with two unconscious riders on his back that he couldn't protect...
