All recognised characters belong to their beloved creators

once again, just in case

Niya - Nee-Ya

Eilidh - Eh-Lee

CHAPTER TWO

Night Furies and Reminiscing

SONG - Age of Oppression - Cover by Malukah


Of course, it never got safer for the dragons. Over the years Valka trained me to fly with Eilidh. I grew closer to my dragon and soon enough we could communicate with each other. Valka had a staff that she'd fitted and carved so she could communicate with all the dragons. She created one for myself, but I'd learnt to speak with them on my own.

Every so often Valka would go out, rescuing dragons from Dragon Traps. Someone had taken up dragon hunting, capturing unsuspecting dragons and collecting them for who knew what.

When I turned sixteen, Valka started taking me out on these travels. It was heart wrenching to see these docile creatures snatched up in cold, metal contraptions and thick, rope nets.

Eilidh was nervous when we first started but soon enough, we were soaring down and setting free dragons without so much as a scar or an attack. Valka allowed me to go solo on foggy days, where Eilidh blended well in the low-sitting clouds.

I could not tell the months anymore, only went by the seasons (which sadly went by cold and less-cold), but Valka would always say when it was a new year. Sometimes I thought that she kept track of every date, but I could never tell. She acted so much like a dragon herself it was hard to think she'd once lived with civilisation. She wasn't the greatest influence on myself either; yes I regarded her as a hero and she truly was, but growing up under the guidance of a woman who acted more like a winged reptile did me no justice. Soon enough I was leaping, hanging and eating much like our scaled friends.

And so the years moved forward, I grew taller and Eilidh grew bigger. We never met another Night Fury and I had begun to worry after my fifteenth year when mating season would come about. She would become ferocious and I would have to leave her be for days on end. When we went on our solo missions, I'd take her on detours and we'd fly over lands in hopes of finding dragons. Not even the ones we saved ever turned out to be night furies.

I blinked quickly through my mask as Eilidh soared through the mist, emerging above the low-sitting cloud before diving back down again. I laughed as she spun, gripping tight to her back as my hair flicked across my face harshly.

"Eilidh higher," I crowed. She roared back in answer and shot upwards, coming above the higher cloud cover. She shook her head in the wind and I patted her neck. "Good girl. Come on, we'd better get back."

I look back over my shoulder at the small flashfang and its young flying behind and struggling to keep up. The four of them had been caught in a steel trap. The dragon hunter had been creating far more complicated contraptions, but that just made our rescue missions more adventurous and challenging. Ten years of freeing the dragons from this dragon hunter and Valka was the only one to have battled him face to face. She didn't want me near him, afraid of what will happen. The main cause of this worrying was because Drago Bludvist, the infamous Dragon Hunter, was my father. It seemed he had not taken the downfall of Bildsfell well. According to Valka, he'd been hunting dragons for longer than the attack, which would explain his secretive activities growing up. To think I had held that man in the highest regards sickened me, I couldn't bear to think of him as my father anymore.

"He'll be running off with his tail between his legs if he ever meets us," I said to Eilidh. She grunted in approval, shaking her head goofily as she stuck her tongue out. I laughed and stood up into a crouch, turning to keep an eye on the flashfang family behind me, steadying a hand on Eilidh's spines. The Flashfang chirped to us, looking frustrated. Her three young sped ahead of her as we dropped altitude. I spun on the balls of my feet, still crouched as we made our way down to the refuge.

I spied Valka, emerging from the ice and stone atop Cloudjumper, her battle mask on and her shield and staff clutched tightly in her hands.

I thought it was just us scouting today, I thought to myself, leading Eilidh towards them.

"Valka," I greeted loudly, standing from my crouch as Eilidh pulled her wings in to hover. Cloudjumper chirped and beat his wings strongly, his size greatly outdoing that of Eilidh's.

"Niya," she greeted back, voice muffled. The Flashfang and her young swoop past us, taking shelter at last in the nest. "Scouts sighted a hunting boat up North, not sure how far but from their frantic calls there was at least one dragon on board."

I nodded to her, lifting my own mask to smile at her.

"Be careful," I said. Her mask nodded firmly and she steadied herself as Cloudjumper's four wings pushed them up, soaring over the top of us. Eilidh wines and I reach down to pat her neck as numerous dragons fly past us to join Valka.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "I wish we could go too, but you know what she'll say. Come on, I'm hungry."

She led us through crevices; swooping, ducking, twisting. I'd grabbed onto her two flaps protruding from her head, digging my feet into her side so I wouldn't fall.

The two of us cried out in greeting as we flew over the alpha Wilderbeast. His great blue eyes trailed us and he blew out a heavy breath, sending a sheet of ice over everything, the dragon young scattering from their places on his face.

I trilled with laughter as Eilidh landed on our crevice ledge, sliding off of her back before scratching along her cheek. Her left eye was a silvery colour, the cut across it nothing more than a white line compared to its angry red all those years ago.

"Sorry about that, girl," I said sadly, taking off my leather-beak mask and tucking it under my arm. "We'll get him back."

She whined softly and nudged my side softly, purring contentedly as I drummed my fingers across the black spots that adorned her pearl white scales. I pushed her head away when I felt her drool over my tattered woollen boots.

I groaned, jumping back on one leg and shaking whatever drool I could get off. Eilidh's guttural laugh cut through my cursing and I send her a glare.

"You're lucky I'm almost finished sewing up my new pair, you overgrown reptile," I growled at her. I wiped off her saliva and flicked my hand at her, chortling with laughter as it hit her square in the face. She bared her teeth at me and flicked the back of my head with her tail.

"Stink brain," I grumbled under my breath. She grumbled back and I stuck my tongue out as she took off of the ledge. "Woah, woah, woah where do you think you're going?"

She roared back at me and judging by the tenseness of her spines, she wasn't too happy at the moment. I rolled my eyes and waved her off, scratching the head of a terrible terror as I walk past.

Throwing my mask onto the large pile of sheepskins and rugs, I unhooked my battle-axe from my back and hung it off the stone wall. I rubbed my hands together as I gathered a small amount of firewood together. One of the terrors lit it for me and I scratched it gratefully behind its horns. They could be a pest or a blessing, either way I could not help loving them.

I sat close to the fire as I nibbled on some salted, dry pork strips. I threw some to the small gathering of dragons beside me before I laid back on my sheepskins. With Eilidh ticked off at me, a short nap couldn't hurt. I had spent more than half of my night and early morning rescuing dragons after all. I placed the mask over my face, effectively shutting out the glow of the embers beside me.

It seemed only a moment later I awoke to Eilidh's bad breath above me. She nudged the mask off of my face and I smiled.

"Sorry, girl, didn't mean to get too testy," I assured her. She growled playfully and nipped at my thick, dark hair bound in a traditional Viking style; three braids bound in white wrappings. Valka had done it for me in a burst of artistic motivation. She hadn't bound my hair since I was sixteen and I was happy to let her do so. We hadn't spent much time together in a while, constantly missing each other as we went out on rescue missions and scouting journeys. The only time we truly spent together was feeding time, the happiest part of every day.

Eilidh growled again and nudged me until I rolled over. I scrunched my nose in distaste before finally rising from the ground. The fire had gone out at some point and the terrors had disappeared. I strapped my axe to my back and put my mask on my head, not wearing it fully. I followed Eilidh out of the cave, clambering onto her back quickly as she shot down in a nose dive before soaring up, before twisting onto her back as she flew up to the main entrance into the mountain. She sniffed the air before rumbling excitedly, turning back onto her front and settling behind a large boulder.

"What's wrong girl?" I asked her, sliding off her back. Her tongue lolled out and peered over the top of the rock. I spied Valka settled on Cloudjumper who was hanging off the ceiling. One of the Raincutter's snapped playfully at another dragon as a young man emerged from the cave entrance. I grabbed my battle-axe and ducked down, pressing a hand to Eilidh's neck to assure her to do the same. She ignored my touch, however, and instead leaned low against the boulder and swished her tail playfully.

I rose and eyebrow at her behaviour and hissed at her to get down. She growled back at me, still in a playful mood. I shook my head and leaned around carefully.

The man stood stock still, watching the swarm of dragons circling the jagged stone jutting through the mountain. His eyes were wide and his mouth twitched into a smile. He walked forwards through the wrestling gronckle young, eyeing them as if it were any normal occurrence. I tilted my head and lowered my battle-axe by my side, still gripping it tightly and staying out of sight.

A black dragon followed after him, strapped down with a leather saddle and stirrups. Its tail swished happily, tongue lolling out as it took in the multitude of dragons. One of its tail fins was replaced with a red, hand-crafted device, leather wiring attaching it to its left-side stirrup.

Eilidh perked up from her spot and I gazed on in wonder at the other Night Fury that stayed close to its rider. So that's why she was so perky.

The man turned and caught sight of Valka. He gasped and I tensed, ready to move out in case of attack; but he did nothing of the sort.

"This is where you've been all along," he said incredulously, back turned to me, "for twenty years?"

Valka's eyes sparkled from her spot on Cloudjumper's back and I relaxed once more as she nodded encouragingly to the man, her features soft.

The man shook his head and his dragon gurgled beside him, sniffing the air.

"You've been rescuing them," he stated. Valka nodded to him once more and I finally replaced my axe on my back, taking my mask off of my head and tucking it under my arm.

"Unbelievable," he laughed. His dragon flinched back from a gronckle young that had come up, rubbing along his body. The other Night Fury grumbled and flinched back, shaking his sleek black head.

"You are, not upset?" Valka asked him.

"What?" The man asked confused. "No, no. I don't know. Well, i-it's a bit much to get my head around to be frank. It's not every day you find out your mother is some kind of crazy, hero, vigilante dragon lady."

Valka laughed and I understood. This was her son, the son she had not seen since he was a year old. It was disbelieving to think that her son, raised by a village of dragon-hunting Vikings had found his mother twenty years later astride his own dragon. Valka's eyes met mine and she smiled, stroking Cloudjumper's wing as he lowered her to the ground with the help of her staff.

"Well," she laughed, "at least I'm not boring, right?"

"Well, I suppose there is that," the man, Hiccup, said as he shifted uncomfortably away from a dragon that wondered curiously close to the Viking. "One specific thing."

"Do you like it?" she asked him cautiously, crouched halfway as she moved over to him. I stayed hidden by the rock, listening as I kept a hand on Eilidh's wing blades in a comforting, controlling, gesture.

The man seemed to stutter, staring around at the dragons that had wondered over to greet the newcomer.

"I don't have the words," he said finally. I noticed his Night Fury cornered by a few other dragons, all of which seemed curiously excited at the new dragon. Eilidh whined and I shushed her.

Eilidh grumbled to me as she climbed over her rock, coming up behind the other Night Fury. He hadn't noticed her yet and I guffawed as Eilidh curiously sniffed and nudged his wing, causing the poor dragon to tense up and move in fright.

His fear forgotten, the other Night Fury instantly perked up at the sight of my Night Fury, chirping happily as he sent a look to his rider before nudging Eilidh. I climbed over the rock and slid down, holding tight on my mask.

Valka and Hiccup turned to me, the man surprised at my appearance.

"What, do the dragons have a tendency of kidnapping people now?" he asked. Valka laughed and I grinned.

"Your Night Fury's taken to my Eilidh," I greeted.

"Your Eilidh?" he shook his head. "My Night Fury?"

We turned to look at the black and white dragon nudge and whine and grumble to each other happily.

"I've never met another Night Fury before," I said. Hiccup makes a noise of agreement.

"Thought he was the last of his kind," he confided. The Night Furies stopped their banter and came over to us, Eilidh flicked her head at me and I laughed, caressing her cheek beside her blind eye.

Valka motioned to Hiccup's Night Fury.

"Can I?" she questioned, hands out in a peace offering. Hiccup nodded his head and Valka smiled warmly, moving to the dark Night Fury with ease.

"He is just beautiful," she cooed, raising a hand softly to his face. The Night Fury engaged with her and she sighed, stroking his scales with the back of her hand. "Oh, he's just incredible."

Eilidh made a noise of indignation in the back of her throat and the other Night Fury gave a guttural laugh.

"These two here may very well be the last of their kind," Valka says, "Extremely rare indeed."

The other Night Fury shook his head happily and rolled onto his back, staring up at me with wide green eyes. I laughed and reach down, allowing him to sniff my hands before I scratched at his neck. I noticed the ring marks adorning his neck and smile up at Hiccup and Valka.

"He's twenty-one years old," I said.

"Wow," Hiccup said with amazement. "He's my age."

"No wonder you two get along so well," Valka said from the dragon's other side. Eilidh nudged me impatiently and I stood up with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah," I scratched behind her head flaps. "I haven't forgotten about you, you overgrown lizard."

She picked up my discarded mask carefully between her teeth and bounded across the ledge, eyes sparkling dangerously.

"Don't you dare," I warned. Hiccup laughed from behind me as Eilidh made her way back to me, spitting out the mask at my feet. Valka stood and scratched the Night Fury's head.

"How did you ever come to find him?" she asked. Hiccup scratched at the back of his neck and looked away sheepishly.

"I, ah, found him in the woods," he admitted. "He was shot down and, uh, wounded."

Valka shook her head and frowned. She motioned over one of the dragons who gladly accepted her open hands.

"This Snafflefang was caught in one of Drago Bludvist's iron traps," she said firmly, "This Raincutter had a wing sliced by razor net, and this poor dear." She motioned over to a Gruff, "poor Gruff was blinded and left to die alone and scared."

"Drago Bludvist do that to him?" I spat, motioning to the red tailfin Eilidh was currently sniffing. Hiccup was sheepish as he stepped back, leaning heavily onto the squeaking peg leg I just noticed. The contraption was different to any other peg leg I'd seen before.

"Oh, yeah, well," Hiccup prolonged, "crazy thing is, I'm actually the one who shot him down."

The Night Fury was paying no attention to the grave words spoken and was instead playfully jumping in front of the young man.

"But hey, it's okay you know," Hiccup assured carefully, laughing awkwardly. "He got me back, right bud? You couldn't save all of me, you just had to make it even so," he leaned on the neck of his dragon and thrust his left leg in the air. "Peg leg." He sang.

I snorted as his dragon ducked his head and threw Hiccup up into the saddle. Valka laughed heartily as she crept towards Hiccup and his dragon once more.

"What did your Father think of your Night Fury friend?" Valka asked. Hiccup shrugged and scratched his dragon's head.

"He didn't take it all that well," he lamented, "but then, he changed, they all did. Pretty soon, everyone on Berk had a dragon of their own."

"If only it were possible," Valka contradicted, kissing the Night Fury's nose.

"No really-"

"Believe me I tried as well," Valka emphasized. "But people are not capable of change Hiccup."

I finished wiping off the saliva from my mask and placed it on top of my head.

"Some of us were just born different," Valka contended. Hiccup shook his head but Valka continued.

"Berk is a land of kill or be killed, Hiccup," she stated. "But I believed peace was possible. It was a very unpopular opinion of course, you can imagine. Then one night a dragon broke into our home where I'd left you alone in the cradle. I rushed to protect you but what I saw was proof of everything I believed. The dragon wasn't a vicious beast but an intelligent, gentle creature whose soul reflected my own. You and your father nearly died that night, all because I couldn't kill a dragon."

Hiccup shook his head as he moved closer to his mother.

"Runs in the family," he assured her.

"It broke my heart to stay away but I believed you'd be safer if I did," she admitted. I was pushed away by Eilidh as she moved to walk beside the Night Fury. I stuck my tongue out at her back and she flicked me with her tail. Valka laughed and motioned me forward to walk with her and Hiccup.

"The dragons must have believed that both Niya and I belonged here," Valka said, leading us to the far right of the ledge. She threw an arm around my neck and tugged me down, laughing as she rubbed the top of my head playfully. I pushed her away, laughing.

"The home of the great Bewilderbeast," Valka said, "the alpha species. He's one of the very few that still exist."

I smiled at the sight of Old Snowy, resting in the depths of the water.

"Every nest has its Queen," I stated, walking alongside the cliff. "But this is the King of all dragons. His icy breath powerful, this graceful giant is clearly unmatched by any other. He created a safe haven for every dragon everywhere."

"Wait, hold up, the ice?" Hiccup perked up. "He's responsible for all the destruction?"

"He protects us," I declared happily, leaping up onto a rock and jumping to another up ahead.

"We all live under his care and his command," Valka soothed her son. I crouched on the edge of the cliff, smiling behind me at the dragon young gathering and squawking before swarming the dark Night Fury. Eilidh and Cloudjumper came up behind him and roared, scaring both the young and the Night Fury.

"All but the babies," I laughed, standing up and watching the colourful creatures swarm the giant beast. "They listen to no one, of course."

Valka laughed at the sight and I turned to grin at Hiccup who smiled back, chuckling to himself. I turned back at the sudden movement of water and bowed low to Old Snowy, who had risen from his comfortable seat. I stood back up and grinned at the large face that stared down at us all. I reached out and pet his rough skin, grinning at the large eye that settled on me before moving to the figure behind.

"I've lived under his command for twenty years Hiccup," Valka affirmed softly. "Discovering their secrets."

The Bewilderbeast breathed out his large snowy breath, covering my face with a layer of frost and burning my cheeks. I laughed and wiped at my thickened eyebrows, dusting off the flakes of snow.

Hiccup had it just as bad and he grinned as he shook out his hair.

"He likes you," Valka said to Hiccup. "You must be hungry."

Hiccup frowned at this and turned to his mother. Eilidh crowed from her spot beside the Night Fury and bounced on the balls of her feet, claws clicking against the stone.

"Yeah I could eat," he said slowly. Valka grinned to me mischievously.

"Good," I said. "It's feeding time."

Hiccup looked between us confused, before motioning to his dragon.

"Toothless, come here bud," he said.

"Toothless?"

He shook his head, amused. "The, uh, retractable teeth. Pretty good name huh?"

Eilidh nudged the shoulder of the night fury beside her, loping off of the cliff and soaring out and along the Cliffside as I ran along beside her. Behind me, I heard Valka mount Cloudjumper and Hiccup mount his dragon. Cloudjumper soared overhead and I heard a quick shout of surprise behind me as I took a sharp right and leapt off the cliff.

Eilidh swooped under me and I crouched on her back before standing up, turning to Hiccup behind us.

"Ten years together has erased all thoughts of untrustworthiness," I shout at him against the wind. He laughed and I turned back, digging my heels into her side as we took the all too familiar twists and turns.

It wasn't long until the three of us, along with the accompaniment of all the dragons, made it to the open ocean, flying past ice glaciers.

"Hey, I thought we were going to eat!" Hiccup shouted to us. Valka gave me her mischievous smile again and I chortled, pulling up Eilidh to stay beside Cloudjumper.

"Oh we are," Valka crooned, laughing along with me as we flew stationary over the water.

I motioned for Hiccup to look down and the dragons surrounded us, waiting as patiently as ever.

Old Snowy rose from ocean depths, mouth opened wide as he swallowed a large mouthful of water and fish. His large tusks broke part the water and he was like volcano, snorting out the fish into the air for the dragons to grab. Valka laughed as Toothless snatched at the fish falling around them.

Eilidh pulled forward, filling her mouth to the brim and gurgling happily as she chomped on her fill. Toothless dragged Hiccup down, snatching all around at the fish. I laughed as Toothless turned to Eilidh and I, mouth overfilled with fish.

"Come on," Valka shouted from above us. Eilidh roared back in response and I had to grab onto her head flaps to steady myself as she shot up, levelling with Cloudjumper who twisted his head in amusement.

Toothless and Hiccup came level with us and Valka led us away from the feeding dragons, flying over to one of the glaciers that surrounded us. I jumped from Eilidh's back, rolling into the soft snow. I groaned in pain when Eilidh landed beside me, rolling onto her back and laying her head on my stomach. She chuckled lowly, her green eye focusing on my face.

Hiccup settled somewhere off to my left, the rustling of parchment and scratching of pencil, something I hadn't heard in years.

"The dragon island…" he was muttering, working to himself. I pushed Eilidh off my chest and sat up, looking over at his map.

"You've explored all that," I said thoughtfully. He nodded as he looked up, doing a double take before settling on something behind my shoulder.

I turned around and Valka was dancing across the snow, etching into the fresh fall with her staff. I stood up to admire it carefully.

"I'm guessing artistic skills run in your family, huh?" I chuckled. Eilidh snickered to herself and I caught Toothless snapping off the end of a large icicle. The dragon dragged the end of the ice across the snow, drawing his own interpretation of the land around them.

Valka only laughed, looking down at her son longingly. He shrugged his shoulders up at her and looked back over to his dragon.

Cloudjumper watched on with fascination, tilting and turning his head like a curious owl.

"Nothing more than overgrown puppies," I said as Eilidh bounded over to Toothless, snatching the end of the ice. The two of them bantered playfully over it before they discovered their tongues had stuck to the ice.

I howled with laughter as Hiccup and I rush over to them, soothing their tongues away from the ice. Eilidh slapped me across the back of my head with her tail and I pushed away her head.

"Butt brain," I huffed. She chortled heartily and Hiccup smiled at us.

"How old were you when you were brought here?" he asked, as we made our way back over to Valka. She was playing in the snow with Cloudjumper who was brushing up piles of snow and dumping it everywhere and anywhere.

"Only ten years old," I said, scratching at Eilidh's cheek. "Mind you, I was completely terrified as well. First night I discovered the existence of dragons was the first night I was kidnapped by this overgrown reptile."

Eilidh grumbled to herself and I smiled over at her.

"Never knew why she chose me that night," I shrugged to myself. "My father took out her left eye so I suppose she returned that favour to father and took me out and far away."

I smiled over at Hiccup and he returned it.

"Took you two long enough," Valka huffed, hands on her hips. "Come, lets show Hiccup and Toothless the storm."

"The storm?" Hiccup asked incredulously. "That doesn't sound safe."

The wind rushed up, blowing my braids up into the air around us. One of them hit Eilidh in the eye and she growled.

"Sorry girl," I said, standing up from her back. I caught hold of my mask from my head before it could blow away. Valka was walking across the backs of multiple dragons, using them as a pathway to make a full round back to Cloudjumper. I just rolled my eyes. She used to show me tricks like that when I was younger, back when I considered her the moon in my sky and biggest hero.

We took off from the great whirlwind, soaring across the pale sky. Valka took in a deep breath and looked over at her son.

"Oh when I'm up here I don't even feel the cold," she sighed, reaching her face up into the sky. "I just feel-"

"Free," Hiccup said. Valka looked at her son and I patted Eilidh's neck, motioning her to move head. This was their time to make, twenty years of time to be precise.

I hooked my mask on over my face, the small pointed beak fitting over my nose, my mouth open to breathe and speak. I stood up from my crouch and opened my arms, laughing to myself at the feel of the wind.

"Hurry up, slow poke," I heard from behind me.

Hiccup was flying, by himself for that matter, arms spread out to accustom the fabric that allowed him to glide through the air.

"That's brilliant," I said to him, shaking my head with amusement. He laughed and hollered loudly, Toothless and Cloudjumper coming up behind him. He flipped onto his back and threw a grin back to his mother before turning back onto his front.

"Watch it," I called out. Hiccup also took in the rock formation before us and flapped his arms wildly in the air. I laughed before I slapped a hand over my mouth, knowing that it was a dire situation of course.

Toothless roared from behind us and shot forward to catch Hiccup, the two of them falling through a crevice between the rocks.

Eilidh shot after them, Valka close behind me. Toothless lay in the snow below and Eilidh landed, chattering softly to Toothless. Hiccup burst from the snow, pumping his arms above his, crowing loudly.

"Almost, buddy," he cheered. "We almost had it that time."

Toothless shook the snow from his head and sneezed, glaring at his rider. Hiccup sent him and unapologetic smile and Toothless swung his tail out and knocked Hiccup over. Valka ran over to her son, helping him out of the snow and laughing.

I draped myself over Eilidh's head, caressing her cheek as I watched the two converse with each other. I thought back to my own mother.

I had no clue whatsoever if she and the babes had survived the night, and Drago's actions did not help justify the happy thought. I had learnt over the years to not dwell on thoughts of my mother and babies, pushing them away with all the good thoughts I'd had of my Father. My Uncle Crom was truly the only one I really thought about; his joyful nature and caring features. If he had survived the night, it'd be a wonder if he survived my Father's wrath.

Eilidh knocked me off her back and into the snow, bounding away from me to play with Toothless. The two of them circled Cloudjumper, throwing snow at each other. Eilidh almost blended completely into snow, if not for her black patches.

I looked over to Valka and Hiccup, who were completely engrossed and holding onto each other tightly. There was no disturbing them. So I did the only sensible thing one could when they're bored in the snow; I collapsed onto my back and started covering my torso with snow. Sure it was cold, and a very silly idea, but the chill kept my teeth on edge and my eyes wide open.

"Now we can go and talk to Drago Bludvist together," Hiccup stated. I shot up off the ground, my legs numb as I stumbled over to them.

"No," said Valka sternly. "There is no talking to Drago."

"He'd never understand Hiccup," I said, "He's lost too much already."

"He has no right state of mind," Valka soothed, reaching out grasp both mine and Hiccup's shoulders. "So no talking to Drago, we must stay and protect our own."


Here's hoping that chapter went well. Also just a small request; reviews would be very welcoming, as would favourites and follows. Of course I'll leave you all to your own devices though.

One more thing! I'd love for you all to check out the Age of Oppression cover by Malukah. I put it up in the song section at the top but I would like you all to go listen to it. It's absolutely astounding, trust me.

Happy readings! x